Page 36 of Tell Me Lies

My focus is between Amelia, who’s about to jump in again, and Clyde, making sure he stays put, when all of a sudden, a huge flash of sculpted abs and black shorts rushes toward the pool.

“Cannnnnonball!” Logan yells loudly seconds before his huge-ass body hits the water, splashing me right in the face.

This dude is a child.

I shake my head as he surfaces, an enormous grin on his face, and I can’t stop myself from smiling. Especially when he swims toward Amelia and scoops her up, tossing her gently back into the water. She squeals in delight before she swims back to him, wrapping her tiny little arms around his neck.

“I missed you, Daddy.”

“I missed you more.” He brings his forehead to hers. “Did you have a good day?”

Her nod is exaggerated, and her eyes are wide. “We painted, and … and … we walked on the beach. And now, we … are … swimming!” Her expression changes, and she looks put out.“Maci said I couldn’t have dirty pudding until you got home, in case you wanted one too.”

His eyes find mine, twinkling with amusement. “Dirty pudding, huh, Miss Maci?”

“Dirt pudding. You know, pudding. Worms. Crushed Oreos,” I explain.

“Whipped cream, too?” he says with a smirk, and I know my nipples harden.

“Um, y-yeah. Yes.” I nod. “Why wouldn’t there be whipped cream with pudding?”

“Just wanted to check, you know.” He winks before turning his attention back to his daughter. “What do you say, girl? Should we do a cannonball competition?” He jerks his chin toward me. “All of us.”

“Yes!” she practically screams before pushing off her dad. “But I’m going first!”

“All right, deal. Youngest to oldest,” he drawls slowly, his eyes shifting to mine. “Looks like you’re last, Granny.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m, like, a year older. Calm down.”

“Daddy, Maci … look at me!” Amelia calls out, standing on the edge of the pool. Once she sees we’re both looking, she smiles proudly before she starts her countdown.

Suddenly, Logan is behind me, and every single part of me feels how close he is.

“You’re going down, Boston. And I don’t mean that in the way I wish I did,” he coos into my ear just before Amelia lands in the water.

A shiver runs down my spine, and goose bumps pepper my skin.

“Good job, baby!” he yells, clapping his hands.

She beams at him, giving him a tiny thumbs-up before she starts to swim toward the stairs.

He plants his hands on my hips, sliding along my skin underwater. His fingertips knead my flesh before his mouth dips to my ear again. “That bathing suit sure shows off those nipples, Mace.” He leans over my shoulder further. “And look at you, so turned on just from having me this close to you.” He tsks me. “You can keep pretending like you don’t want a round two, but those tits say otherwise.” He looks at his daughter, making sure she isn’t paying attention before his mouth is over my ear; this time, he gently nips my lobe. “I know that if we weren’t already in a pool, that pussy would be soaked.” He grumbles the words into my ear, gripping my waist harder.

“Your turn, Daddy!” Amelia calls before jumping off the steps.

One hand drags from my waist, stopping at my ass. I have to force myself to hold still and not squirm around at his touch, but it’s hard. Really, really hard.

Releasing me, he swims toward the steps to take his turn.

And, dammit, now, all I can think about are his filthy words and his hands on my body.

“Didn’t take her long to fall asleep after all the sun you two got today,” Logan drawls, strutting into the kitchen, where I’m cleaning up dinner. “I only made it halfway throughDragons Love Tacos, and she was out.”

I smile because I could hear him reading the book to her, acting out every single page and making his voice loud in certain parts. He was totally in his element. I’ve been to one of his games, but I didn’t know who he was at the time, nor did I know any other men on the ice. And while I hear he’s one of the NHL’stop players right now, I think his number one talent is being a good dad.

“Yeah, I figured she’d sleep good after those cannonballs.” I spray some cleaner on the counter and wipe it with a rag, getting the few pieces of crushed Oreos from the surface.

After dinner, we ate dirt puddings, and I’m not sure who enjoyed that more—Amelia or Logan. Because that guy? He had two and scoffed them down in record time.

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