Page 31 of Tell Me Lies

“Long enough to hear that phone call,” I coo, stepping forward until I’m standing beside her as she sits in her desk chair. “Long enough to know I can help you with your frustrations.”

Her breath hitches, and, Christ almighty, the deep red tone of her cheeks is adorable. I’ve found her attractive since day one, sure. But I never fantasized about fucking her, not until lately.

Her white T-shirt strains against her tits, and her black leggings are skintight on her thighs. Her hair is pulled into one of those claw clips behind her head, and I long to undo it and drag my hands through it.

“What do you say, Boston?” I reach out, dragging my thumb along her bottom lip. “Care to let me be the lucky son of a bitch who gets to be the inspiration for your book?”

“Logan,” she breathes out. “N-no. We can’t do things like that. I’m Amelia’s nanny. It will make this arrangement way too weird.”

“Baby, I’ve watched your ass sway every time you walk by me for days now. And when I caught you watching me fuck my hand, all I could think about was how much I wanted to cover your face with my cum.” I lean down, putting my hands on the armrests. “Use me, sweet thing. Make your wildest fantasies come true, using my cock. Or my face. Even my tongue.”

She whimpers, clenching her thighs closely together. Reaching for her, I nestle my hand right between her legs.

“We don’t have to go all the way. We can start small with you letting me finger-fuck that pussy until it quivers around my flesh. Eventually, we’ll work up to you taking my cock.”

My dick is rock hard now, straining against the zipper.

“Let me help you with that ache, Mace. Let me get you off right here, right now. And if you come to me, wanting to take it further, I’ll be here. And if you don’t ever want to talk about it again … I’ll do my best not to bring it up.”

“Just this once.” The whisper comes from her mouth, filled with desperation.

“Just this once,” I repeat, keeping one hand between her thighs. I take the other and position the tip of my thumb between her lips. “Although I have to say, you’d look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” The words come out in a hiss. “Even prettier with my cum dripping from your lips.”

Her thighs clench my hand tighter, and her brows pull together. “Logan,” she growls lowly, “get me off.Please.”

I cock my head to the side, brushing my fingers across her cheek. “Only because you asked nicely, baby.” I step away from her. “Don’t you dare move a muscle.”

Walking toward the door, I close and lock it. Amelia has a gate in front of her door because it’s close to a flight of stairs, so I know she won’t walk in on us. But … you never know.

Within seconds, I’m back in front of her. Lifting her from the chair, I set her ass on the edge of her desk and slowly dip my fingertips into her waistband before rolling her leggings down to her ankles and tossing them onto the floor. Her ass sits beautifully against the wood of the desk, making me long to do so many things to her hot body.

“You smell so good, sweet thing,” I murmur, leaning closer and kissing her neck. “Tell me about the story you’re writing, Mace.” I suck on her neck, loving the sounds she makes.

“It’s about a nanny and the father of the child,” she whispers bashfully.

“And tell me, does the nanny think about the guy when she goes into her room at night?” I run my tongue up her neck, stopping at her jawbone and giving it a slight nibble.

“She does,” she pants. “Especially after she saw him … pleasuring himself in the shower.”

I smirk against her flesh before I go in for a kiss, slipping my tongue inside her mouth as she whimpers into mine. Pulling back slightly, I look at her.

“Do you think the girl knows that when he was fucking his hand, he was imagining it was her pussy?” I kiss her again, nipping her bottom lip. “Do you think she knows that when his hand was dripping with cum, he was imagining it was her soft cheek?”

“She … doesn’t,” she utters. “I mean … I don’t think she does.”

“You know, I flipped through a few of your books. I saw some things. So, tell me, the one you’re working on now, how dirty will it be?”

My lips barely hover over hers, and my hand moves between her thighs, though not inside of her yet.

“Hopefully very dirty.” She angles her face a little higher, grazing her lips against mine. “I just … need some fresh content.”

I tug at the hem of her shirt. “Lucky for you, dirty is my middle name. Now, let’s get this off. I need to see those nipples harden when you come on my hand.”

Her fingers slide over mine, stopping me. “Logan,” she whispers, looking unsure, “you’re a professional athlete. I’m sure you’ve been with women who look … different from me.” She grimaces slightly, looking down at herself.

“What is that supposed to mean, beautiful?” I keep my fingers on the fabric, ready to rip it to shreds at any second.

“I just mean … they have bigger and likely perkier boobs. And flat, toned stomachs.”

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