Page 77 of Tell Me Lies

I swallow, forcing myself to speak honestly. When it comes to my work, I’ve always been shy to share details outside of the book world. But this isn’t just about my writing or my characters.

This is about us.

“Because in the story, the female main character is so lost. Andsosad. She’s never felt good enough.” My voice grows hoarser as my throat throbs with emotion working its way up. “She is going through the motions, but not actually living because she thinks life as she knows it is over.” My eyes cloud with tears. “And it’s true. Her life will never be the same. But then—not in one day, but over the course of time—it gets better. Because a man and his daughter so graciously allow her to be a part of their lives. And that mends her heart.” I pause to swallow. “They make her whole again.”

I’m full-on crying now, and when Logan cups my cheeks and gives methatlook—the one that makes my heart skip a dang beat—it only gets worse.

“You see, in the story, he doesn’t look at her and see a control freak who is annoyingly organized and overly cautious. He sees her for … her. And when she’s with them, she has hope. When she’s with them, she never feels like she should change.” I croak the last few words out. “And for that, she can’t thank him enough.”

“It sounds to me like he’s the luckiest man alive. Because he has someone who is strong and knows exactly who she is and isn’t going to change for anything or anyone.” He brings his face closer to mine. “It sounds to me like he’s found himself a real one.”

His lips kiss mine now, and my breath is taken away with emotion as I cry against him.

“With you, I’m not forced to be anyone else. With you, I’m just me.” My lip trembles. “And maybe to some people, thatwasn’t enough. But with you, Logan”—my voice cracks—“I am enough.”

“You are so much more than enough, Boston,” he whispers, kissing my lips. “You’re everything. You’re perfect for me.” Pulling back, he keeps my cheeks cupped. “With you, I’m the man I want to be. For you and for Amelia. So, thank you, Boston, for making me a better person. And for loving my daughter the way that you do.”

“I love her so much,” I whisper, sniffling. “I can’t even describe it. So, thank you for letting me be a part of her life. She’s precious. And incredible. And the two of you … you healed me. You made me whole again.”

“And you’ve madeuswhole,” he murmurs against my lips. “You, Maci McKenzie, are what was missing, even though I never realized it until you crashed into our lives.”

His lips connect with mine, but this time, he deepens the kiss and moves his hand to my neck as his tongue slips into my mouth.

“Goddamn, it’s been a long week without burying myself deep inside of you,” he grumbles before quickly standing and lifting me into his arms.

As my legs wrap around his waist and he heads toward the bedroom, our lips never part.

I’ve never wanted him more than I do in this moment. Every single cell in my body is starved to be close to this man. It’s not because it’s been a week and I’m greedy for his touch. But because we’re closer emotionally than we’ve ever been before, and I need him.

We’ve had sex quite a few times. We’ve done lots of other filthy things too. But something between us feels different right now. We feel closer. In fact, I’ve never felt so validated by anyone or anything in my entire life as I am right now.

It’s like, in some way, now that there is no deep secret I’m holding on to, I’m free to just … feel. And not have that voice in the back of my head telling me that once he knows, he’s going to hate me.

He doesn’t hate me. And through his kiss, his words, and his actions, I feel his love.

After peeling my own clothes off, I stare down at her on my bed. An angel sent to me by someone who knew I needed one and that my daughter did too.

I’ve been with this woman more times than I’ve ever been with anyone else sexually. I’ve made her come undone on my fingers, tongue, and cock. I know her body, her sounds, what will make her go crazy, and what will make her go off in an instant. But this time is different for us. We’ve been through more now, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I love her. That I want to spend my life with her.

Peeling her leggings and panties off, I toss them to the floor and reach for her top. Her big, beautiful eyes stare up at me, and I can feel the love in them. She looks lighter than she’s ever looked, like a weight was lifted, and now, all I can see is her and not her past that was pulling her down.

I finish pulling her top off and unclasp her bra. Kissing her bare breast, one by one, bringing each nipple into my mouth,I push her backward. “I love you,” I murmur, dragging my lips over her stomach.

Tugging my hair, she lifts my head up so that my eyes are on hers. “I love you,” she whispers back, her eyes staring into mine.

I want to taste her again, but mostly, I just need to be inside of her. So, sliding on top of her, I part her legs and position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Not slow, but all at once, I thrust inside of her. She cries out, but her nails dig into the flesh of my back, and her heels press into my legs as I bury myself balls deep in her sweet heat.

I look down at her while I pump in and out, taking in the sight of my woman so full of my cock, and her cheeks redden.

Pressing my palm against the bed, I lift myself higher over her to get a better look at her gorgeous body. “I love you,” I say again, unable to stop myself.

“I love you,” she whispers, her lips parting as she drags in a breath.

“I wanna fill you so full of my cum, Mace,” I pant. “Wanna feel it dripping out of you.”

Her perfect breasts bounce with every thrust of my hips, and her nails dig deeper. “Yes,” she whimpers, her brows pulling together, and her hips lift from the bed, bucking against mine.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, pulsating as she begins to ascend into her orgasm. She’s never gripped my skin so firmly before or wrapped her legs so tightly around my body.

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