Page 196 of The Liar's Reckoning

Room 827. I don’t have any supplies.

Silas

I packed light, but I did pack.

Me

Do you want me to send a car to the station?

Silas

I already have one coming.

When he doesn’t say anything else, I get into the shower with my erection still raging. It takes me almost no time to come in a knee-buckling rush. Once my mind clears, I realize I haven’t told the front desk I’m expecting someone.

I almost pick up the phone to do it, but then I realize how stupid that would be. I don’t know how we’re going to do this without being caught on camera or photographed outright.

Shit.

He’s gonna have to get his own room.

I text him this.

He responds with,Yeah, I figured. Stop worrying.

Surely no one working at this hotel will connect our names after all this time. And besides, coincidences happen.

My father had Silas followed for about four months after the video came out until I told him to back off. He seemed embarrassed about it in general, readily agreeing to stop tracking him. Not only was I behaving myself, but it felt good to stand up to him when I had nothing left to lose. It makes me wonder if I have it in me to do it again—when Imayhave something to gain.

Stop worrying.

I can’t seem to. Trains derail. Cars crash. Cards get declined. Any number of things can happen to prevent me from seeing him tonight, but none of those things come to pass. Silas comes knocking exactly on schedule.

And God…he looks perfect. His hair, his dark, sexy eyes, his…smile.

It’s small, but it’s there as I pull him through the door by the shirt and slam it behind him. I kiss him hard before asking, “Did anyone see you?”

“Just the kid at the desk.”

I slam my mouth against his again, and he flips me around, pressing my back to the door, slowing and deepening the kiss.

His cock is already hard, and mine is rising fast. “Damn, Senator. You were serious about getting off in Philly, weren’t you?” he asks as his hand slips into my sweatpants to grip my growing erection.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” I say as he kisses my neck and strokes me with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Same.”

“How is this happening?”

“You wanna talk, or do you wanna fuck?”

Both?

“I don’t know. I need you. So bad.”

His short laugh is dark, but he kisses me again, letting go of my cock and using both hands to hold my head in place. He slideshis hard dick along the length of mine and rolls his hips against me as he continues to make out with me against the door. It’s such an unbelievably good kiss. Maybe the best we’ve ever shared. I hold him by the chest, rubbing my thumbs over his nipple piercings. My cock is already leaking for him.

“Just tell me if it’s the last time,” I say.

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