Page 231 of The Liar's Reckoning

“Did everyone move out of Florida, and no one told me?” I ask.

“They can’t possibly be this nosy there.”

“If that’s what you have to tell yourself.”

“If Trixie weren’t there, I really would reconsider, but…”

“It’s okay,” I say. “I get it. And I have good credit, so I’ll get one of those cards that hands out frequent flyer miles.”

“I like the way you’re thinking. Baby steps. One thing at a time.”

I nod. The martini helps, and holding his hand isn’t hurting either. My thoughts and emotions finally feel like they’re falling into order. With my place in Silas’s life decided—at least for now—I can focus on how to work my way out of politics without pissing too many people off. After that, I can decide what I want to do with the rest of my life.

For the first time ever, I’m looking forward to it.

I wakeup with the sun in my eyes, my phone buzzing itself offthe nightstand, and a raging erection. It’s an onslaught, and I’m immediately overwhelmed.

I catch myself just as I’m about to spiral, close my eyes against the light, grip my cock with a firm hand, and take a long deep breath. This does nothing to shut my phone up, but after a few more deep breaths, and the warm reassurance of Silas’s naked body pressed against mine, I calm down.

“You gonna get that?” he murmurs.

“I’m not sure I want to.”

“At least turn it off, then.”

Since he’s awake, I move his hand from my chest, beneath the sheet, to feel what else I’m dealing with. He kisses my shoulder and gives me a few sensual strokes. “What were you dreaming about?”

“Nothing that would have causedthat.”

“It’s got a heartbeat.”

“Help me out, will you?”

“Mm…twist my arm.” He disappears beneath the sheet and my hips buck up as he wraps his lips around my dick. I’m embarrassingly close already. Must have been some dream.

I pick up my phone, trying to distract myself. He feels too good, and if I can get five minutes out of it, we’ll both wind up happier.

He hums and sucks while I try to focus on my lock screen. It’s full of texts from unknown numbers, social media notifications, and two missed calls. One from my sister, the other from Gibson Hayes.

Okay, that’s distracting.

“Gibson called.”

Silas hums again, dragging his mouth up and down my length, his head bobbing beneath the sheet. It’s hot, but when I push the sheet back and see his eyes on me—that’s when I really start to burn.

His plump lips, hollowed cheeks, and large, dark eyes filled with lust are so fucking beautiful. Watching my cock disappear and reappear as he glides over all my inches is intensely erotic, especially in broad daylight on his white sheets. I should be filming this.

But my phone buzzes again, annoying me enough to toss the thing onto the floor. Gritting my teeth not to come, I take his head in my hand, holding him still so I can set a pace that won’t have me blowing in two seconds. My hips rise slowly, cock pushing through his open mouth. He fists my base, guiding me into his throat. He swallows on me, and his eyes water. Holding there, I groan because almost nothing else in the world feels this fucking amazing.

Gently I draw back, rolling my hips to fuck slowly into him, never taking my eyes off his. “I love you. Ruining my life for you is the best fucking decision I’ve ever made.”

He grasps my thigh and gives it a tight squeeze.

“That being said,” I breathe, unable to hold back anymore. “You’re about to make me come.”

He winks, and I let go of his head. He finishes me with quick, shallow pulls and lavish strokes of his tongue.

I fill his mouth to overflowing, glad we’re at his place so I don’t have to be quiet.

---