Page 56 of The Liar's Reckoning

“Coerced. Completely.”

“It’s just…what I wanted.”

“I told you it’d cost you.”

“Is there a layaway plan?” I ask.

He takes my hands off the bed and places them on his own ass, scooting his body in closer to me, his cock grazing mine before settling directly on top of it. Our chests meet. I manage to meet his eyes, too.

He kisses me.

My mouth opens helplessly, and his tongue does a deep,thorough dive before he tugs my lower lip with his and pulls away. I barely recognize this man.

“You look shell-shocked,” he says.

“I think it’s…” The conversation with Avery is weighing heavily. Guilt. That’s what this is. I haven’t made a formal deal with her about doing the “real marriage” thing, but I was going to. I mean—Iamgoing to. It’s not like this is real. It’s not like I can be with anyonebuther. She’s my wife, and I’ve officially committed adultery, and no one can evereverknow about this. “No one can know,” I say out loud.

“I understand,” he says. “No one has to. And hey—it never has to happen again, either.”

With his ass in my hands and our dicks firming up just from being next to each other, never again is a rough scenario to wrap my mind around. “You don’t want to?”

He reaches between us, taking my cock out of my shorts and holding his against it in his long-fingered grip.

I inhale sharply and lock eyes with him.

“You shoot a big load, Senator,” he says, avoiding my question entirely.

I swallow hard, trying to stay focused on his face while all the blood rushes from my head. “Kinda wish you’d stop calling me that,” I whisper.

“You like puppy better?”

“Graham…works.” I gulp, the feel of our compressed cocks being expertly handled is too much.

“It’s stuffy. Formal. You don’t look a Graham.”

“What do I look like?” I can’t believe I’m still forming words. My thighs tense beneath him, trying to mitigate the rush of sensations flooding my groin.

“Fuck, I don’t know.”

With his other hand, he pushes me back on the bed. He lifts his hips just enough to push my underwear down beneath myballs. He holds out his palm next to my face. “Give me some of that drool, puppy.”

“Jesus…” I sigh, closing my eyes and slowly coming to terms with how utterly screwed I am.

Turning, I spit a liberal amount of saliva into his waiting hand. He uses it to coat my cock before notching me at his entrance and sinking onto me. That clench…Christ…

Bending over me, he forces my head to the side, exposing my neck. A soft bite is followed by a long kiss as he works his ass up and down my length. The heat is intense. It feels unbelievable—better than before—like this angle?—

“Wait,” I say suddenly, abs clenching as I try to sit.

He pins my shoulders down. “You’re not gonna catch anything from me, Senator. And I’m not too worried about you, either.”

“But I had sex with?—”

“Pretty sure little miss perfect doesn’t have anything serious.”

He’s probably right, but still…Jesus.Do I want this?

“Can I say no?” I ask.

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