Page 26 of Tell Me Lies

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He tosses his head back as his strokes get faster, and I feel like I might faint as my heart speeds up to an unsustainable rate. It’s been a long-ass time since I was turned on, and right now, my legs feel like they might physically give out on me. And when I silently push my headphones onto my neck and hear a low groan escape his lips … I swear I might melt into a puddle.

Dear God … that is hot.

Just as I take a step backward, almost out the door, his head jerks up, and he sees me.

“What the—” he starts to say, but I don’t wait for him to finish his sentence as I rush out the door, closing it behind me as quietly as I can while also hauling ass to do it fast.

Hurrying to my room, I shut the door once I’m inside. My cheeks are on fire, and even though I’m embarrassed and scared that he’s going to come in here and rip me a new asshole, I’m stupidly turned on.

Between my legs throbs with need as the image of him pleasuring himself assaults my brain, hitting my thoughts like a freight train.

I glance at my closed laptop, knowing that this scene should absolutely be added into the story I’m writing, but also aware that if it did, that would make me a bit of a weirdo.

Okay, a complete weirdo.

Abruptly, my door pushes open, and in struts Logan. He’s not angry though.

Instead, he simply smirks. “Did you enjoy the show, Boston?”

“What?” I snap before hastily shaking my head. “No, I … I didn’t see anything. I got out of there once I saw you in theshower.” Pulling the headphones from my neck, I hold them up to him before tossing them onto the bed. “If I hadn’t had these on, I would have heard the shower. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your”—I clear my throat, not allowing my eyes to work down to his lower body, where a towel is wrapped around him—“privacy.”

He stands there, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine or something with his towel-dried hair and perfectly sculpted body. “I don’t really care what you saw. I’m a busy dad who has needs. And sometimes, those needs need to get met with my imagination and my hand.”

“Logan, I don’t need to—” I suck in a shaky breath. Every word that comes from his lips only makes the aching sensation between my legs grow deeper. “I don’t really need to know what you were doing. So, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen. Deal?” I chew my lip.

He eyes me over for a moment, and I know what he’s doing—trying to figure me out. Or how I really feel about it. I attempt to look unimpressed, but it’s helpless because I can’t settle myself down.

“That turned you on, didn’t it?” Cockiness oozes from his voice, and I want to punch him in the face out of sheer embarrassment. “You watched me jerk my cock for longer than you’re letting on, didn’t you, Miss Sweet and Innocent?”

“No, I didn’t,” I snap. “Why would I want to see the father of the child I’m nannying for spanking his monkey?”

At my words, he all but chokes on his laughter. “Spanking my monkey, huh? Would have to be a big monkey.” His eyes glimmer with sheer delight. “If watching me fuck my hand didn’t turn you on, why are your cheeks so red, Mace?”

“They are not!” I say, this time through gritted teeth. “Can you go? I need to get in a thousand more words before bed.”

His eyes find my laptop, and his grin only spreads wider. “Tell me, sweetheart, did I give you inspiration to write tonight?”

“No,” I growl, and his delight only seems to intensify.

Walking up to him, I shove him backward toward the door. “Go to bed, Logan.” I scrunch my nose up, my eyes quickly moving downward for a split second. “Or should I say, go … finish?”

He leans a little closer, a devilish smirk on his lips. “Oh, babe, don’t be crazy.” He pauses. “I covered my hand in cum the second I caught you watching me.”

From his filthy words, I swear every bit of air leaves my lungs, leaving me low-key gasping for my breath. And then I realize that my hand is jealous of his.

Gross. What is wrong with me?

Turning slowly, he looks back at me. “Night-night, Miss Maci. Sleep tight.” He winks. “Don’t let the horny bug bite. Oh wait … it already did.”

He struts out leisurely, clearly not giving two shits that I saw him masturbating.

Rushing behind him, I close and lock the door and all but fall onto the floor. I know damn well, for the rest of the night, my brain isn’t going to be able to think about anything else besides what I just saw. And that’s a problem because I’m not going to bang the dad of the child I’m babysitting.

But a little self-care while I imagine I am? That … I’ll allow.

Logan pulls his truck in front of my apartment and parks. I’m due at his place later to watch Amelia while he gets a workout in, but I need to collect Clyde from my neighbor, who so graciously kept him while I was in New Hampshire. Which means I know he got a lot of head scratches and treats.

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