Page 232 of The Liar's Reckoning

Once I’m empty, I get him to climb on top of me and feed his cock to me. He strokes himself into my mouth and comes with a long, low groan. I swallow every drop, licking him clean until he’s falling onto his side and panting heavily.

“Did you say Gibson called?” he asks after a minute.

“Yeah.”

“I can at least find out what that’s about. Let me text Chris.”

I’m in no position to argue.

After a few minutes, he says, “You should call him back.”

“Do I get a hint?”

“I probably should have let you write that press release lastnight, but since I couldn’t keep my hands off you, there’s some catching up to do. Chris thinks Gibson can help.”

“How?” For the life of me, I can’t imagine how a real estate developer can help with a political scandal. Unless he has some tips on coming out as a high profile person.

“Call him. I’m gonna take a shower.”

After I return Gibson’s call and hear him out, I join Silas in the shower. Nerves, excitement, and desire swarm in my stomach. “Did you know about this?” I ask him, taking the bottle of conditioner from him and squirting it into my hand so I can finish washing his hair.

“About Fischer Elliot? Yeah. Chris told me.”

“Do you also know he’s my celebrity crush? Like hall pass crush?”

Silas laughs. “I didnot.”

“How do you know who he is?” I ask. “He’s been off the news for a while now.”

“I read his articles inThe Atlantic. He also lives at The Eastmoor. Sometimes anyway. And I can’t wait to see what he writes about you.”

“Andyou,” I add, massaging the conditioner into his scalp.

“It’s a step up fromThe Post.”

“I hope he’s less good looking in person,” I say.

“Listen, you.” He turns to face me, shoving his hair back and planting his lips on mine. After a long, knee-weakening kiss, he says, “If you want the drawer I have planned for you in Florida to stay empty until you get there, I’m gonna need you to cage that slutty cock of yours and hand over the key.”

“Before we lock it up, though,” I say, caressing his ass and teasing his hole with my fingertips, “Wanna remind me where it belongs?”

He turns, spreads his legs, and plants his hands on the wall, arching his back just enough to give me a graphic view. Heglances over his shoulder at me, eyes dark and smoldering. “Remember now?”

I spread conditioner up and down my stiffening cock and step forward. His beautiful body breaks out in chills with one touch of my hands on his hips. I shove in deep, closing my eyes when my hips meet his flesh. “Silas,fuck,” I whisper. “Yes.Yes.” I press my lips to his spine and slide home.

69

SILAS

Fischer Elliot is exactly as good looking in person as he is on TV. To his credit, Graham keeps his inner fanboy in check.

Since my apartment is a mess, and there’s only a couch and the bed to sit on, we meet up with the journalist in his Eastmoor apartment. I know quite a bit about him having worked here. He has an ex-wife, a son, and a young boyfriend. He walks with a cane due to an injury he sustained while reporting overseas. What I didn’t realize was that he’s good friends with Gibson Hayes. Apparently they were college roommates.

“What I’m thinking about is a little different than a basic profile piece,” he explains to Graham once we’re settled at his dining table, which appears to double as his desk.

Graham nods for him to go on, his hand in mine.

“It’d be more a profile in courage.”

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