Page 116 of The Liar's Reckoning

“Fuck yes, you do.”

He slams in, making me cough because I swear he’s up in my lungs sometimes. I reach back to squeeze his hip because I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Love that. Fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, too. Now shut the fuck up, I’m trying to set a mood.”

“Sorry, baby,” I mumble with half my face smashed against the wall while he shoves my head into it.

“I’m sweating through my tux,” he says, his cock hammering into me.

I grunt. I growl. I whine as my dick pulses out a thin strand of cum while he pounds me into the wall.

“Oh, shit,” he groans, voice breaking. “Gonna fucking come…you’re gonna feel this baby. You might even taste it.”

Jesus…

“God…fuck…coming…”Silas moans as his hips slow to a deep grind. Heat fills my ass, and he pushes in even deeper. His thighs move flush with mine as he quakes through spasm after spasm of his cock.

Sensation rocks me like an earthquake, numbing my limbs, my mind, melting my bones into the wall as his body covers me. He wraps his arms around my middle and breathes into the crook of my neck. “Let’s just get the fuck out of here,” he sighs after a few breathless moments.

I close my eyes and let the thought run away with me. I see us in a cabin deep in the mountains. Snow glazing a meadow and Silas a thirst trap chopping wood to keep me warm by the fire. “What are you imagining?” I whisper.

“Someplace warm and sunny. No galas. No internet. You’re still wearing a suit, though.”

I laugh softly. “You can take the man out of the city…”

He lets out a soft whimper, like a pout. “I need to put you back together.”

“Okay.” I wince when he pulls out, wishing he could stay.

We pull up our pants, but then he moves in on me, hands righting my hair, combing through my beard, straightening my tie and tucking in my shirt. I stare at him, waiting for him to meet my eyes. “How do I look?” I ask when he does.

He gestures to the ballerina’s mirror. “See for yourself.”

I do as he manages his own rumpled self. Then he moves to stand beside me. “What a hot couple,” he says.

“Are we starting to look alike?”

“They say that happens.”

I check my watch. “Shit.” It’s been significantly longer than fifteen minutes.

He rubs my back. “Tell them it was the salmon.”

“Sexy. Is that what you’re gonna say?”

He laughs. “I’m gonna say I had to take a phone call. You go first.”

I turn to him, and he kisses me. It’s softer and less frenzied than before. “Text me when it’s over?” I ask. He knows what I mean.

He nods.

Then, in a tone that doesn’t leave room for protest, I say, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He kisses me one last time. “Yes. You will.”

36

SILAS

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