Page 54 of Tell Me Lies

“Daddy, let’s not talk about it!” she says, cutting me off. “Maci promised that’s our secret!”

Maci might have promised that, but I’m well aware of the times she lies about not having to pee before bed and then she ends up with pissy sheets and climbs into my bed.

“Totally our secret, babe. Daddy is going to keep his mouth zipped about it. Otherwise, we might have to dig up some dirt on him.” Maci gives me a look of warning.

I inhale, nodding. “All right. You can go.” I look at my dad and Michelle. “You’ll call if she needs me, right?”

“Yes, Logan. You know we will.” Michelle chuckles before she looks at Maci. “You get the night off, girlfriend. What are you going to do?”

Maci avoids looking at me, likely because she already knows what she’ll be doing. And that’s rolling around naked in my bed with me—or something along those lines.

“I’m not sure,” she utters. “I have some writing to do, so maybe I’ll work on that.”

“I can help you brainstorm if you want,” I drawl from across the table, watching a crimson red stain her cheeks. “I’ve got all night.”

“How kind of you,” she mumbles, still not looking directly at me, but I take in the blush now spreading to her neck.

And it’s right then that I decide … I don’t think I can wait until we’re home to be buried inside of her.

“Logan … someone could see us,” I murmur, pulling away from his kiss. “We can’t do this … out here.”

Right when we got home, he lifted me up and carried me through his bedroom and out to the balcony.

“There’s no one else with a house on this part of the bay, Boston. I own too many acres for that.” His lips work their way to my chin before cascading down my neck as he sucks on my skin. “I’m going to fuck you against the railing while the sun goes down. It’ll be all romantic and shit, except, instead of really watching it, you’ll be too stuffed full with cock to even take it in.”

Giving my neck a faint bite, he drags his tongue up it until it’s in my mouth. “Mycock.”

Quickly, he spins me around and pushes my front against the railing before fisting my hair. “Say it, Mace. That you’re a littleslut when it comes to my dick.” He presses his hard erection against me, grinding it against my ass cheek.

“Y-yes,” I whimper, and he tightens his hold on my hair.

“That’s right; you are. But only for me, right?” he growls into my ear.

“Only for you,” I breathe out, so ready to take him. I feel myself growing wetter under my shorts.

“You going to be my little slut tonight, Boston?” He slides his hand into my waistband and tugs my shorts and panties down, letting them fall before he quickly shoves his fingers inside of me. “Are you going to take my cock as many times as I see fit?”

With a moan ripping through my throat, I look up and see that there is, in fact, no one around and no houses in sight. “Yes,” I say, biting down on my lip.

“Good girl,” he utters into my ear before gliding his soaked fingers from my heat to my ass. “And are you going to take my cockanywhereI see fit?” he utters roughly. “I know you want me right here. Don’t you?” He applies a little pressure to my ass.

I exhale a moan, my thighs squeezing together with need. The truth is, I don’t know if I want him there. But I also don’t know that I don’t …

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

“I promise you’ll love it, baby.” His nose drives into the back of my head as he cups my throat. “I’ll go nice and easy, but before long, you’ll be begging for me to fuck you harder.”

Pressing his fingers to the top of my back, he pushes me down until I’m leaning over the railing just enough for it to kick-start my heart.

Or maybe that’s from Logan Sterns’s filthy mouth.

I hear when he pulls his jeans down and kicks them off.

“Right now, I’m jerking my cock at the sight of the most beautiful woman bent over my balcony,” he grumbles, and I faintly hear his hand pumping. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.”

Suddenly, I hear a rustling sound, and before I know it, I’m staring down at the ground below me as his tongue finds my heat while he kneels between my legs.

His tongue moves to my clit, giving it a flick before he moves back … and back … until he grazes my ass. His hands grip my ass cheeks, giving him a chance to plunge further inside, and I don’t fight back the moan that rips from my throat. I don’t because, truthfully, I don’t think I could if I wanted to.

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