Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies, #3)

Kylie

It feels so good to finally have my arm out of the cast. I stretch my arms leisurely above my head, wincing at the small ache when I bend my elbow. I study myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom, and smooth my black sleeveless dress over my hips. My poor arm looks pale and scrawny. I add several long layering necklaces, hoping the bling will draw the attention away from my arm. I have no idea what we’re doing tonight. Pace said to be ready at six o’clock, and when I’d asked about Max, he just smiled and said he had everything covered. I wasn’t sure what his vague answer meant, so I’d probed my nanny for details. I’d asked if she was staying late tonight and watching him, she’d merely smiled and said that she’d been sworn to secrecy. Then she added that I shouldn’t worry, and yes, she was taking care of Max tonight.

I hadn’t been on a proper date in forever, and Pace and I had never actually been on a real date, sans baby, since we started dating six weeks ago. I was almost giddy at the thought of being alone with him. I hoped I could control myself long enough at a restaurant, because I was majorly looking forward to being alone with him. Alone, alone.

Glancing at the clock, I see it’s just now six, so I step into my black heels and grab my miniature handbag. Carrying this thing is a treat – normally my extra-large purse also housed pacifiers, diapers and baby toys.

I hear voices from the living room and when I enter, Pace is standing talking to my nanny, Lynn. They both fall silent as I enter the room.

“What’s with all the secrecy?” I ask, grinning at my adorably sexy boyfriend.

He treats me to a crooked grin and drags his eyes down my body. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, my cheeks suddenly heating. I take a moment to admire him as well. Pace is dressed smartly in tailored black pants, and a white dress shirt with a black tie knotted loosely at his neck. His shirtsleeves are rolled up several times, exposing strong, tanned forearms. He looks delicious. Good enough to eat. And suddenly, I’m starving, but it’s not for dinner.

“We better get going, we’ve got a schedule to maintain,” Pace says.

I nod, then turn to Lynn, who is holding Max on her hip. “Are you sure you guys will be okay? I have a leftover chicken casserole in the fridge for dinner, and…”

She stops me with a dismissive wave of her hand. “We will be just fine, Kylie. You deserve a night out. Enjoy it.”

I nod. Lynn is amazing, and Max loves spending time with her. I know I have nothing to worry about. “Thank you.”

Pace offers me his arm and he leads me outside, where there is a black stretch limousine waiting for us at the curb. A slow smile uncurls on my mouth. “Well, this is unexpected,” I say.

“We’re going to have fun tonight,” he says, fighting off a grin of his own.

I know Pace is wealthy, but he doesn’t throw his money around or live an extravagant lifestyle, which makes this little treat so much more enjoyable. The limo driver opens the car door for us and Pace gestures for me to get in first. I slid across the black leather seat, my eyes wandering around the dim interior of the car. There’s soft jazz music playing, and a bottle of champagne chilling on ice. He’s pulled out all the stops. The date hasn’t even begun yet, and I’m already in love with it.

Pace slides in beside me, and I note the soft scent of aftershave permeating the air around him. I picture him taking extra care in getting ready, and I like it. I can’t help my eyes falling to his lap, wondering if he’s gone commando tonight like he so often does, or if I’ll find boxers underneath and be able to unwrap him like a present…

“My eyes are up here, angel,” Pace reminds me with a playful smirk.

I grin back at him, unable to help the bubble of laughter that escapes me. “Sorry. I guess I’m just excited to be alone – just us.”

“Me too. But you don’t have to strip me naked and ride me in the limo, we have the whole night ahead of us.”

While I lean back against the seat, feeling blissfully happy, Pace pops the cork on the champagne and pours us each a glass. I take a sip of the bubbly drink and make a little contented sound. Pace’s eyes dance on mine as he takes a drink of his own. Then he presses his lips to mine. It’s an innocent kiss – he’s nuzzling into me and lightly kissing my mouth – but the promise of hot, wild sex later tonight hangs in the air between us.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“When are we going to have the discussion?” he asks, pulling back from his kisses.

“What discussion?” I ask.

He lifts one dark eyebrow and smirks at me. “About our living arrangements.”

Oh. That one. We’ve had this argument probably ten times already, but couldn’t seem to figure out where we were going to live, and what to do with each of our places. Pace wanted Max and I to move into his condo as soon as possible – yesterday preferably, but I was hanging on to my home. It was all Max knew. My office was already set up there, and I had a small backyard where Max could play. Besides, Pace’s condo wasn’t exactly baby-friendly.

“I have a solution,” he says, bringing his lips to my neck.

“I’m listening,” I say. I don’t want another heated argument where we don’t get anywhere. We’re supposed to be enjoying tonight. And he knows where I stand, so if he suggests we move in to his condo again, I won’t hesitate to put him in his place.

“What if I bought a new home for us? Somewhere with a home office for you, a backyard for Max, and an extra bedroom for baby number two.”

I choke on my champagne. Fighting to clear my airway, I sputter and cough. “Baby number two?”

Pace smiles at me adoringly. “I want to get you pregnant.”