Page 38 of Tell Me Lies

Dipping his head down, he brings his lips closer to mine. “That is, unless you feel like acting out another filthy scene, M. McKenzie. Because I’ll tell you right now, I have all kinds of ideas.”

I gulp at the mention of my pen name, melting into the countertop, his lips less than an inch from mine.

“We shouldn’t,” I utter, feeling guilty. “Amy asked me if I could stay forever today, Logan. And while I know I can’t stay forever, if you and I do this … it’ll get complicated very fast.”

“Then, let’s not let it,” he mumbles, his eyes burning into mine and his erection quickly growing against my stomach. “Let’s just be two adults, using each other to get off. What has to be complicated about that?”

“It’s never as simple as that, and you know it,” I huff out.

“Maybe not in your books, babe. But in real life, it doesn’t have to turn into this big thing.” His lips brush against mine. “I know your greedy pussy is just begging for this. Let it happen. You can’t always be in control of every little thing, you know.”

He’s only known me for weeks, and he already knows I’m a control freak.

His words piss me off, and I attempt to duck away from him, but he plants his arms at my sides, slapping his palms against the counter. “Where are you running off to, Mace?”

“I don’t always have to be in control,” I hiss, hating that this is a fight I’ve had many times before with my ex.

He always loved to throw it in my face that I could never just … go with the flow. But deep down, I know he was also jealous when my writing career took off, but he’d never say that out loud; instead, he’d just hyperfocus on the control thing.

“Hey, look at me,” he growls, taking one hand from the counter and gripping my chin. “I don’t care if you need to be in control. I mean, I get it. You are an independent woman with shit to do. You don’t have time for fucking off with me.”

His minty breath makes me want to kiss him so badly, but I fight the urge.

“If you need to be in control, take control. I can lie back and let you do whatever the fuck you want to me. And I’ll fucking love every second of it and likely blow my load early because it’ll be so fucking hot.”

His hand slides to my neck, gripping it slightly. “So, what’s it going to be, Boston?”

Before I can stop myself, I kiss him—roughly. My tongue tangles with his, and within seconds, he lifts me up by my ass and slams me down onto the countertop. My legs wrap around his waist, and he positions himself between my legs, his cock growing rapidly.

His hand slides into my hair, gripping it snuggly, and I grind myself harder against him, needing more friction before I lose my mind.

Pulling his lips from mine, he tears my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and leggings before he unwraps my legs from his waist. With one hand, he rolls the band of my leggings down and lifts my ass slightly from the counter, yanking them and my panties from my body. The granite is cold against my ass, and I make a mental note to double-sanitize this kitchen tomorrow.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he grunts against my lips. “I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard, Maci.”

Grabbing the can of whipped cream next to me, he puts a small amount on his finger before bringing it to my lips.

“Suck,” he demands.

I open my lips and take his whole finger into my mouth before pulling back and repeating it all over again.

Pulling his finger away, he takes the cream and sprays a small dollop on my neck and one on each of my nipples before squirting an entire line down my abdomen and between my legs. Leaning forward, he sucks my neck, lapping the cream away unhurriedly.

He works lower, taking one nipple at a time into his mouth and alternating between licking and sucking. My nipples grow harder, and I arch my back, my mouth hanging open as I drag my fingers through his hair.

Stopping, he gives me a devilish look. “Tell me, baby. You like to be in control. So, I need to know, what part of you do you want me to taste next?”

I bite down on my bottom lip bashfully before getting the confidence to play along with him. I mean, this is research for my book, right?

“Between my legs,” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Mace.”

“My pussy.” I croak out the words. “Taste my pussy.”

“That’s my girl,” he utters.

Using one hand, he pushes me backward until my back is flat on the counter and my legs are spread apart. He moves over me, licking the line of cream that goes over my belly button, keeping his tongue wide as he slowly works his way between my legs.

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