Filthy Beautiful Lies

Sophie

Colton stares up at me, blinking to clear his vision. His shorts are wet and his skin is developing a golden hue. I hadn’t expected him home in the middle of the day, figuring once he flew in from New York, he’d head to the office. But instead, he’d come straight home. It causes something to pinch in my chest. I want to leap into his arms, but he’s still staring up at me and his mouth is tugged down into a frown.

He looks like he’s been through hell and back. "What’s wrong?" I ask.

He sits up and scrubs a hand across his face. "Where were you?"

"I went shopping with Marta." I point to the shopping bags I set down beside the glass patio doors.

He rises and knots the towel around his waist before stomping away.

"Colton?" I follow him. "What’s wrong? Was your trip okay?" Considering he’s told me absolutely nothing, the question feels fake. I hate it.

"It was fine."

His back is to me and I place a hand against his shoulder, gently kneading the tense muscle. "Are you mad I wasn’t here?"

"I like coming home to you." He shrugs.

I walk around him, so I can face him eye to eye. "You missed me."

"No. The house was too quiet. Empty."

"The housekeepers are here. You missed me."

"Can we not discuss this?" His voice is firm, but his gaze is imploring and soft. The combination causes me to melt just a little.

I suppress a smile. Knowing he missed me just as much as I missed him makes me feel giddy. "I’m home now." I link my fingers with his and his mouth relaxes into one of the smiles I’m coming to love seeing on him. "So what do you want to do now that you’re back?"

His hands curl around my waist and he tugs me close. "Come swim with me."

My answering smile lights up my entire face. He’s so light and carefree – I decide I like him skipping work on a Monday. "Pool party it is. I just need to change into my bikini."

His mouth tugs up in a wicked grin. "No bikini necessary. There’s no one around." He glances toward the towering green shrubs that create a virtual wall around his estate, caging it in privacy. But he’s forgetting the household staff is here and the floor-to-ceiling windows mean they have a direct line of sight to the pool.

I open my mouth to protest when Colton’s hands skate up the sides of my thighs, lifting my sundress to expose my black g-string panties and matching pushup bra.

He tosses the dress to a nearby chair. "Oops."

When he tugs me close, naked sun-warmed skin caresses mine and my eyes slide closed.

Feeling bold, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it drop away just as I feel Colton’s fingers twist into the sides of my panties. He rubs his thumbs over my hip bones and slides his hands lower, pushing my panties down my legs and sending them drifting to my feet.

Being nude in the bright daylight should make me feel self-conscious, but the dark, hungry way Colton is watching me makes me feel beautiful and special. His hands skate up my sides, sending little chill bumps over my skin despite the heat outside.

"Let’s get you wet," he whispers.

Taking my hand, Colton leads me to the shallow end of the infinity pool and we wade in together, hand in hand. The water’s so warm and perfect, there’s no adjustment necessary as it envelopes my ankles, calves and then thighs. Though my bikini doesn’t cover much, swimming naked is a completely different experience. The water licks at my skin and the resulting feeling is freeing and serene. Once we’re submerged up to Colton’s chest and my shoulders, he cages me in against the side of the pool and leans in to kiss me.

His mouth moves urgently against mine like he’s chasing after something that he’s desperate to reclaim something between us. I push up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair.

I’m coming to realize I’m more than just a casual fuck to Colton. And I like that he’s taken his time, gotten to know me, earned my trust before things progressed to a point of no return, despite the wait being maddening. Somewhere along the way, I’ve become addicted to the warmth he instills deep inside me, and I want more.

As hard as it is, I break our kiss, resting my forehead against his. "You haven’t fucked me. Are you sleeping with someone else?" My voice is a weak whisper. But I have to know before I give myself to him. I’ve fallen for him completely and the knowledge that this isn’t exclusive would kill me.

His determined gaze meets mine. "No. There’s been no one else." He kisses my lips chastely. "I haven’t fucked anyone in two years."

I let out an audible gasp. Two years? Why? "Vow of celibacy?" I joke.

"Something like that." His expression is somber and his jaw clenches, like he wants to say more, but doesn’t.

"We could fix that…" The words linger in the humid air between us and our eyes remained locked together.

I scissor my legs around his waist and his hands move down to my ass, holding me as though I’m weightless in the water. I can feel his erection through his swim shorts and I grind against him, producing a grunt of satisfaction that murmurs deep in his throat.

He presses his hips forward, rocking slightly, the pressure against my clit maddening. In just a few short weeks, I’ve become addicted to his touch.

"Is that what you want, sweetness? My cock buried inside your hot little cunt?"