Page 76 of The Liar's Reckoning

“Tell me what you want,” I breathe. I’m too close. Way too close.

“Your tongue inside me. Thick and hot and wet. I want you to spit on me and suck me. And then lick me again like a hungry puppy.”

Cum erupts from my tip, shooting so hard, the first spurt clears my pants and lands on the floor. I grab for the toilet paper and attempt to staunch the flow as my balls convulsively release more and more.

“Fuck,” I hear him groan. “God, you’re so fucking hot. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming for you, Graham.”

I squeeze the wad of toilet paper around my dick and bend over, the breathy grunts of his own release pounding my eardrum and making me tremble.

A sharp rap on the door nearly makes me choke.

“Babe? You all right?”

“One second,” I manage to say, and then into the phone I whisper, “I have to go.”

“Wait,” he says, and it sounds like he’s still beating off, still coming.

Dropping the tissue, I put my hand on my heart and rub, trying to reconcile my arousal and my guilt. Guilt isn’t anything new for me, and it too often accompanies arousal, so it shouldn’t be so hard to handle, but this time it is. There’s something else to what I’m feeling now.

“I miss you,” he says finally.

“Are you drunk, babe?” Avery calls out.

“Make her shut up,” Silas says.

“I’m fine,” I tell her. I’ll be back down in a minute.”

“I don’t want you to come down,” she says. “I want you to meet me in bed.”

“She didn’t just say what I think she said, did she?” he asks darkly.

“I told you,” I hiss, my mouth cupping my phone so my voice doesn’t travel.

“Good luck getting hard,” he says, and for the first time, I hear his jealousy. Maybe he’s incapable of hiding it after what we just did.

“I miss you, too,” I tell him, hating everything about this.

“See you Monday morning?” he asks, somewhat grudgingly.

“I’ll be there,” I promise him.

“Good. Now go get her pregnant and get this shit over with.”

I look down at the soaked tissue and my cum on the floor. It would take a miracle…

This is a splurge,and I hope I don’t regret it. Things with Silas and me have been tense over the last week. Next week, the pregnancy tests will start, and I need us to have this just in case…

In case she is pregnant, and he stops wanting me.

He’s dressed in a nice suit as we make our way through Penn station. We look like two businessmen, traveling together. A senator and his aide, I hope. Or a body man, considering how broad his shoulders are and his obvious musculature even in the suit. It fits him like a sin.

People notice me. Most don’t say anything and only spare a passing glance at Silas.

I have meetings in DC for the next two days, and I thought it might be romantic to bring him with me. It’s definitely better than being stuck with my dad. I’ve reserved a first class private room on the train and a luxury hotel suite. I’m thinking champagne, room service, as much sex as we can handle…

We stop to take a few selfies with the bolder constituents. I accept their congratulations and patiently listen to then tell me all the things they want me to do once I’m sworn in.

Silas grimaces all the way, especially at the people who say things like—“Don’t let those bastards take my guns,” or “don’t take any shit from those woke libs.”

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