Page 31 of The Liar's Reckoning

I don’t stop, forcing him to catch up with me.

He puts a hand on my shoulder, and I stop. With the same hand, he gives a tug, forcing me to face him again. What I see in his eyes is slightly wild. “Look.This—You—Fuck.” He shakes hishead and takes his hand back. “If you want to keep up this act of yours—hanging aroundmeisn’t the way to do it.”

“What act?”

“Straight-laced senator with a wife. I know different.”

“Yeah. I know you do,” I say, even more pissed off—andturned on. It’s got my mind going haywire. There’s no one around at the moment. The area we’re in is heavily wooded. Heavy enough to hide a body. Or two. Come to think of it, I’ve got no idea where we are in relation to Park Avenue. I’ll need to map my way out of here on my phone if he leaves me high and dry.

“You show up here unannounced inthatfucking shirt with this goddamn hat and tell me all this shit that makes you sound like the loneliest dude on earth, and I’m just supposed to what? Act like I’ve never had my cock in your mouth? Pretend you didn’t blow my goddamn mind on your first try at sex? Forget you drool enough to blow four guys at once? Sorry, I’m not made of stone.”

I lick my suddenly dry lips as the memories coat my brain with all their heady, orgasmic power. The potency of his words have me fully erect, predictably, and he has to know that’s exactly the effect they would have. So if he doesn’t want me…

But that’s not what he’s saying, is it?

I can barely process his reversal, if that’s what this is, and I’m not falling for one more stupid prank the universe or some asshole is playing on me. I thought I’d grown out of being so naive and trusting, but maybe not.

“Can we get off this trail?” I ask, my voice coming out shaky and low.

He glances around, into the heavy trees, and then calls me out. “You wanna go someplace no one can see?”

I say the sluttiest thing I’ve ever said in my life. “I might not be able to pay your fee, but I can still compensate you for your time.”

His pupils blow wide. “What’d you have in mind?”

Everything.

There isn’t anything not on my mind. I want his cock. I want his hole. I want his tongue, and I want to suffocate myself in his balls. I want every fantasy I’ve jerked off to over the last several months right here, right now. My guess is I’ll last about two seconds.

Shit, if he takes a step closer to me—if one part of him grazes one part of me—I’ll probably jizz my pants. I didn’t know he could heat up like this. He was so casual in the hotel. So laid back and professional. Easy. This is different. This isSilas—the guy who’d milked my cock for every last drop of cum while I was buried in his ass. The less than professional version who’d urged me to give it a second shot when he could have easily claimed his job was done.

He’d wanted me then in a way I hadn’t fully appreciated, but I see it more clearly now. “Have you been pushing me away?” I ask.

“Just trying to stay sane, Senator.”

“Am I a threat to that?”

“Not if you understand boundaries. Which I’m not sure you do.”

“I can do boundaries,” I say, rising to the occasion right alongside my throbbing cock.

“Then let’s not make this personal. You said you like things transactional? Let’s keep it that way. Cardio training costs extra. How’re you gonna pay me?”

“I could suck your cock,” I say with more confidence than I feel.

“Deal.”

He walks off the trail, and I follow him, careful not to stumble in my blind need to get to him. Where we wind up is incredibly secluded. Overgrown and isolated. I can’t see a person, trail, or even a sliver of the city from here. He could slit my throat, leave me for dead, and some curious dog would have to stumble across my scent in a few days to locate my body.

I shake the dark thought away as Silas takes a final glancearound, pierces my gaze with his, and slides his tight pants down to expose his cock and balls. His reddened crown is slick and taut. Saliva pools in my cheeks, and I drop to my knees. He takes off my sunglasses, and I flinch when he reveals my face.

But we’re so alone here—or it feels like we are. What are the chances that some random person would recognize me, especially once I swallow Silas’s dick and bury my face in his groin? It’s the perfect disguise.

He puts a hand on the back of my neck, positions his cock, and I go for it, hiding myself between his strong legs.

At the hot, salty taste of him, a groan rips from my throat just before he stuffs it full. I wrap my hands around his tight ass and hold him there, adjusting, fighting my gag reflex, and inhaling the sweaty, masculine scent of him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling his hips back before nudging in again. “Your mouth…I still have wet dreams about your fucking mouth.”

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