Free Filthy Beautiful Love by Kendall Ryan Page B

do you ask?" I inquire, folding a napkin across my lap.
    "She looks like she could use a good hard ride." He grins.
    I set down my chopsticks. "Don’t fuck my employees. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
    He rolls his eyes. "Fuck, dude. You’re worse than a woman. First you curse me out for trying to get with Sophie’s sister Becca, and now you’re whining about me noticing Marta’s pert little ass."
    "I’m not whining. I’m pointing out that surely your pickup skills extend beyond the couple of women in my inner circle that I’d prefer not get fucked over by you and then come crying to me. I know your history with women, asshole."
    Collins chimes in, coming to my defense. "He’s right, dipshit, your track record is zero and what a hundred?"
    "What the hell does that mean?" Pace momentarily stops chewing.
    "You’ve had zero successful monogamous relationships and over a hundred sexual partners," Collins says.
    Pace shrugs. "I stopped keeping track once I reached the triple digits."
    "Listen, asshole. I told you. Marta works for me, so don’t fuck her. And in regards to Becca, she has cancer. She doesn’t need any additional stress in her life from someone who will hit it once and walk away. Not to mention she’s my girl’s sister. If you deflower her and then pull a disappearing act, I’d have to deal with the fallout."
    He sulks, sinking deeper into his chair, but doesn’t retort.
    Collins and I share a quick look of triumph.
    I have no idea if Becca’s a virgin, like Sophie is, and it doesn’t matter. I don’t want Pace anywhere near her. His history with women is deplorable.
    "Is Sophie still a virgin?" Pace asks.
    "Not for long," I confirm.
     
     

Chapter Eight
    Sophie
     
     
    When Colton and Marta arrive home, I’m showered, dressed and waiting in the kitchen, just opening a bottle of white wine and setting out long-stemmed glasses. I frown looking down at the third glass on the island. Three’s a crowd.
    When they enter the kitchen, Marta excuses herself, immediately going upstairs to change, leaving Colton and I all alone. Bliss . I’ve been waiting for this moment all damn day, and I don’t feel like I can wait a minute longer.
    He stalks over to me, looking delectable in his suit. I might have exercised restraint this morning when I barely avoided tearing it off of him, but I will show no such patience tonight.
    Without saying a single word, his hands cup my cheeks and he pulls my face to his, pressing his lips to mine and giving me a long kiss. When he pulls away, I’m dizzy and filled with longing. 
    "How was your day?" I ask.
    "Way too fucking long. I missed you," he says.
    I feel the exact same way. "Would it be rude if we skipped dinner and went straight to bed?" I think about the plates in the warming tray that Beth has left for all three of us. Apparently the household staff knew Marta was staying here. Of course, as his personal assistant, Marta probably told them.
    Colton runs his hands down my body, stopping at my hips and securing my body to his. "Dinner is the last thing on my mind." He’s looking at me like he’s already picturing me naked.
    A warm shiver runs through me. I'd wondered if it was going to bother me that Marta was here in the house for our first time, but now, I don’t care if she hears me screaming down the house. She can stuff it.
    "I’ve been hard all fucking day," Colton groans, bringing my hand down below his belt and pressing it into the gigantic bulge there. I close my hand around him and hear him grunt.
    It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. Even if I don’t care about Marta hearing our sounds of pleasure behind closed doors, I don’t want her to see my man’s package. That is not something I plan on sharing. Now or ever.
    His hips rock forward as my palm moves up and down over him. "I can’t wait to be inside you," he whispers low near my ear.
    My panties flood with