Tell Me Lies (New England Bay Sharks #1)

Chapter 9

T wenty-four hours. That’s how long it’s been since I found my apartment robbed and vandalized. I can hardly get a load of laundry washed, dried, and folded in twenty-four hours, and yet Logan somehow managed to rebuild my office in the short time frame—only better. And bigger.

Much, much bigger.

I don’t say anything because, truthfully, I can’t find the words as my eyes sweep around the room, taking it all in. Taking in what he did for me.

“Logan,” I whisper, my eyes landing on the upgraded baby-blue Mac computer, along with the blue mat under it and the keyboard to match. “This is … you didn’t have to do this. Not for me.”

“Everyone deserves a spot to be their happy place.” He gives me a slight grin. “The ice is mine. I hope this can be yours.”

Sheer baby-blue curtains hang at the sides of the giant window, drawn open so as not to obstruct the beautiful view that overlooks Casco Bay. Hell, he even got me a new timer, only this one matches the computer.

“I don’t know what to say.” I barely choke the words out. “This is … unreal.”

Walking toward him, I catch him off guard when I throw my arms around his muscular body. “Thank you, Logan. Thank you, thank you, thank you. This is … more than I could have ever imagined.”

“Having you here the past few weeks has meant the world to Amelia.” He stops, like he’s unsure if he should say the next words. “It’s meant a lot to me too. We, uh … really enjoy you being around, Maci.” He nods his chin toward the stunning desk. “I guess I just wanted to try to make you feel as at home as I could.”

Stepping back, he kisses my cheek, and I swear it electrocutes me.

He gives me his signature dimpled grin. “Enjoy it, Maci. Get situated. I’m going to take Amy to the playground for a bit.”

Part of me wants to go with them over getting my office situated. But I really need to write today, and I have to hold myself accountable when it comes to my author career. So, as he leaves the room, I smile and head toward the computer.

Time to do some work.

I pull my truck into the three-bay garage, closing the door with the remote once I’ve killed the engine.

One good thing about my daughter is that she sleeps like an absolute rock. When she’s out, I’m pretty sure someone could drive a train through her room, and she wouldn’t hear it. I wanted to give Maci some peace and quiet in her new space, so I took Amelia to the playground until she got tired and cranky and clearly needed her beauty rest. We didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before she was dozing off.

Pushing my door open, I slide from my seat and close it as quietly as I can before opening Amelia’s. Carefully unbuckling her from her five-point harness, I pull her from the car seat, put her head on my shoulder, and cradle her body.

Closing her door, I head into the house and toward her room. Carefully, I set her down in her bed and pull a blanket over her little body. She rolls to the side, tucking her hand under her cheek and making my heart squeeze because, goddamn, my daughter is adorable.

I tiptoe from her room and head down the hall, and right away, I hear Maci’s voice. It’s muffled, and it is obvious she’s talking to someone on the phone. But the closer I get to her door, the more curious I get. And when I hear the word sex , I come to a stop.

“It is going good, Holly. I promise.” She pauses. “But I just … I’m a romance writer who has zero romance in her life. So, yeah, all the … spicy scenes? They aren’t exactly coming easily to me.”

Then, she grumbles, “Over three years. Let’s just say, when I try to write those particular scenes, I’m like a teakettle on the stove that’s been boiling too long.”

She laughs. “Ha! No way, you pervert! I am not going to use the child’s father as a … sex toy. I doubt that’s even legal.”

She listens for a second before she laughs again.

“I have to go. Don’t worry; I will get it figured out! Even if I have to go onto a website and order some … self-care toys, I’ll write the dang smut.”

She giggles. “Yeah, yeah. Goodbye, Holly. I love you too.”

Once she sounds like she’s off the phone, I know I have two options.

Option one, I can walk away and pretend I’m not a fucking perv who was eavesdropping on her phone call. But, yeah, being subtle has never really been my thing. I mean, for fuck’s sake, she caught me jerking off, and I didn’t try to hide it.

Option two—and I really, really like this option—I rush in there and offer to help her through this pent-up stress.

Before I know it, my palm is pushing the door open. Because, yeah, like I said, I like option two.

“Logan,” she says in a squeaky tone, her cheeks flushed. “Hi. How long have you been back?”

“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.”

“Listen to me—and make sure you listen good because this’d better make it into that book.” I move my hands to her legs, gripping the soft skin slightly. “I fucking love the way you look. You’re gorgeous. And most of all, you’re real.”

I take hold of the fabric again, this time holding it in the middle of her chest with two hands before I give it a good yank. The shirt is torn down the center, and I push it back off of her shoulders so that she’s only in her bra and panties.

Her mouth hangs open in shock. “Logan!” she says, glancing down at the shirt.

“What can I say? This is what you’ve done to me, Maci. You look so good that I can’t help but tear your clothes off, and my cock is giving you a standing ovation.” I wave toward my erection.

Reaching around her, I unclasp her bra and let it fall. For a second, her hands cup her tits, but when I shoot her a glare, she slowly sets them at her sides.

“Fucking A, baby. Your tits are perfect. Just like I knew they would be.” Leaning forward, I bring one nipple into my mouth, sucking on it before I pull back and move to the next. Pushing them together, I position my face between them and look up. “You know, the only way they’d look better is if they were dripping with my cum.” I smirk. “We might have to arrange that.”

Plopping into the seat, I run my hand across her collarbone, between her tits, past her stomach, and stop at her panties.

“Absolutely soaked,” I praise, brushing my fingertips against the fabric before roughly pushing it to the side.

As I work a finger inside her, she moans. I bring it in and out a few times before, suddenly, I can’t take it anymore. I need a better look. Yanking the panties down, I let them fall to the floor before I grip the tops of her legs and spread them apart.

My dick is already rock hard, pushing against the seam of my jeans, begging to be unleashed. But this isn’t about me. It’s about her and the release that she so desperately needs. I can give it to her.

I want to give it to her.

“Just look at that pretty pussy. So perfect and wet.” I suck in a breath through my teeth, keeping my body planted in the seat right between her legs. “Damn it, you are fucking perfect.”

Bringing two fingers to her lips, I press them roughly inside of her mouth. “Spit, Boston. Get my fingers nice and wet, just like your pussy is.”

She does as told, but not before she brings them into her mouth, sucking them in and making me fucking insane as I imagine those lips wrapped around my dick.

Once she’s swirled her tongue around the length of my fingers, leaving them good and wet, I take them from her mouth, bring them between her thighs, and shove them inside of her heat.

Her pussy wraps around my skin like a fucking glove. Greedy and completely drenched. Her eyes gaze down at my hand as her teeth bite down on her bottom lip, damn near drawing blood.

As my fingers work back and forth, I take my thumb and grind it against her clit.

“Logan,” she whimpers. “Ah …”

Her hips thrust harder into my hand, jerking from the desk slightly.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking my fingers so good,” I praise her, shifting my eyes from hers to my fingers. Because truly, everything about her is a sight to behold right now, and my eyes don’t know where the fuck to look, scared of missing something.

“Tell me, beautiful girl, are you going to take my cock as good as you’re taking these fingers?” I pump harder, rubbing circles with the pad of my thumb, making her whimper.

“Yes …” she barely chokes out.

“That’s right; you will. I can’t wait to bend you over this desk and drive my cock so far inside of you that you’re sore the next day. Every time you feel that pain, you’ll know it was me that did it to you.”

Her heat begins to squeeze tightly around my fingers, and I feel her pulsating, making me wish it were my dick she was coming on instead. “You want that too, don’t you? You want my dick inside of you just as badly as you wanted these fingers.”

“Yes,” she whimpers loudly, giving me the green light.

Hell yes.

She moans loudly, angling her face to the ceiling and arching her back, making her tits poke out more. I swear my brain goes fuzzy at the image of her coming.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I finger-fuck her through her orgasm, wanting her to give me every ounce. I need her completely spent. And fulfilled.

Once she finally relaxes, sucking in a few shaky breaths, I gently take my fingers from her and stand.

Cupping her cheek, I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip. “You said you were going to take my cock next, Boston. A deal’s a deal.”

Her eyes widen, and when her lips part to speak, I stop her with a finger.

A finger that just fucked her tight little pussy.

“Relax. I don’t mean right now. This was about you.”

I drop my hand down before bending forward and grabbing her leggings. I don’t bother with her shirt since it’s in shreds. As I begin to help her put them on, she snatches them from me.

“Logan, I know I just allowed what happened to happen, but that was, you know … in the heat of the moment.”

“When you were about to come on my fingers,” I say with a smirk. “Let’s just call a spade a spade, babe. You were coming apart on my fingertips—literally—and you agreed to let me fuck you.”

She pushes my hand away from her. “Yeah, well, we aren’t doing that.” She jumps down, pulling her bra on, followed by her panties and leggings. “What we just did was stupid. It was stupid because Amelia needs me right now, and this will complicate that.” She grabs the ripped shirt from the floor, holding it up. “Ruining my shirt, really?”

“Can I have that actually?” I smirk, snatching it from her. “Gonna use it to come into when I fuck my hand after I leave this room.”

Her mouth hangs open in shock right before her eyes move down to the ginormous bulge in my jeans.

“You are unbelievable,” she mutters before walking past me. “And crude.”

“A few minutes ago, you loved how crude I was, sweet thing.” As she heads toward the door, I follow behind. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

As she tiptoes down the hallway, she turns to look at me, waving a hand down at her bare abdomen. “To put a shirt on before Amelia wakes up and sees her nanny and her father gallivanting down the hallway together!”

“Gallivanting sounds fun, Boston.” I grin, tipping my chin up. “Was it fun—what we just did?”

Her scowl grows, and she darts into her bedroom, shutting the door in my face before I have a chance to say anything else.

She totally wants my cock.

I stare at myself in the mirror. There’s no missing the red tint on my cheeks from being totally flushed. I went off like a firework on his fingers. That orgasm touched every single part of my being. It ran down my spine, to my fingertips, and all the way to my toes.

I needed it—I know I did—but not from Logan Sterns.

I’m new to this whole nanny gig, but I’m fairly certain it’s frowned upon to allow the dad to make me orgasm from his fingers during naptime.

I know it was wrong, but, my God, it felt so right.

I imagine him in his bedroom, stroking his steel cock with his hand until he comes. And then bringing my shirt—a shirt he ripped in half—to the tip of his dick and letting the cum explode all over the fabric. Fabric that was just on my body.

At the thought, a shiver runs through me, creating a light throb between my legs.

Pulling in a breath, I give myself a harsh look. “Get it together, woman. You’re here to do a job. And to write a book. Getting too involved can—and will—ruin everything.”

But what could one more time hurt? This time with his dick instead of his fingers.

I shake my head at my delusional brain. Because, good Lord, one more time would only turn into another. And another. And another. Until, eventually … this damn book I’m writing is straight smut and no plot!

Taking a few small steps toward the shower, I reach in and turn it on. Amelia won’t be up for at least another forty-five minutes. And even if she wakes up early, Logan is here, too, and I know she won’t let me tend to her myself when he’s nearby.

Stepping in, I crank the temperature a little hotter, in hopes of washing away the memory of how good Logan just made me feel.

A faint knock on the door startles me, and for a moment, I’m so disoriented that I don’t even know where I am. Or what the hell I was doing.

Squinting my eyes, I look around and realize I’m in my new bedroom at Logan’s house. I remember lying down after I got out of the shower, but after that, it’s black.

I fell asleep.

“Yo, Boston, everything all right?”

The door cracks open, and Logan pokes his head in.

Grabbing the towel that has now fallen completely off me, I pull it back in front of my body. “I’m so sorry. I hope you didn’t need to go out or anything; I must have dozed off.” I quickly scooch my body off the bed, heading toward my dresser.

He opens the door the rest of the way and leans against the doorframe, casually folding his arms over his chest. As always, he looks relaxed.

“Fell asleep, huh? I guess that … inspirational session in your office must have really relaxed you.” He winks. “Really took the edge off. Tell me, sweet thing, did you dream of me?” He drops his voice to a whisper. “Perhaps about my giant c—”

“Stop,” I blurt out, grabbing some loungewear from the dresser. “Where is Amy?”

“In the kitchen, playing with Play-Doh.” His eyes roam me up and down. “You know, you don’t have to clench that towel so tightly. I’ve already seen—and fucking loved—what’s under it. Besides, I’ll be seeing it again real soon, you know.”

“No, you won’t.” I shake my head.

“Oh, yes, I will. I’m pulling me up a seat at the table, and I’m taking me a bite.”

I frown. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It does to me.” He shrugs. “Just means I’m going to fucking devour you, Maci McKenzie. Because you see, I decided something.”

I’m scared to even ask what he decided, to be honest. So, I don’t even ask. Besides, something I’ve learned about Logan Sterns? He’ll just rattle it off anyway.

“That book of yours, it needs a scene where he eats her pussy like he’s starving and it’s his last meal on earth.” His eyes twinkle, and his smirk grows. “Hell, he might even be so hungry that he needs to eat her ass too.”

For a few seconds, all I can do is stare at him. Because when a man as attractive as Logan Sterns says things like that … what the heck do you even say?

What I really want to do is flop onto my bed, spread my legs, and tell him we need to play out the scene right now. But there’s a child who needs our attention. I mean, isn’t he concerned she might try to eat the Play-Doh?

I think on that for a second, but then I remember that she knows better.

“You seem to be thinking an awfully lot about it, Mace,” he coos. “Tell me, what has you in a daze—imagining me licking your pussy or devouring your ass?”

I swear my legs want to give out from his words, and I force myself to walk toward him. Planting my hands on his abdomen, I shove him backward until he’s out of my room. “I’m going to get dressed now so that I can get something figured out for dinner. Go away. And take your filthy mouth with you.”

When I attempt to close the door, his arm catches it.

“I did some research on these smutty books you write. And it turns out, a dirty-talking male character is a fan fave.” He oozes confidence as he raises his eyebrows up and down. “Looks like it’s meant to be, babe. Because I promise you, you’re not going to find a filthier fucker than me.”

As he releases the door, he slowly struts down the hallway and back to Amelia. And me? I stand there in the doorway, trying to form a thought that doesn’t involve that man’s face buried between my thighs.