Page 79 of The Liar's Reckoning

“And how does she take that?”

This is where the guilt comes screaming in. “Sometimes better than others.”

“Are you sure there’s no part of you that wants her that way?”

“What does this mean to you?” I ask instead of answering.

“I just wonder if maybe she should know about us,” he says.

“Are we an us?”

His hand slides along my jaw and he drops his forehead against mine. “Fuck, I don’t know. But if we were, would you be willing to tell her?”

I haven’t ever thought about it. A month ago, I might have thought she would understand and be okay with it. Now I’m less certain. A lot less. I decide to go with the truth. “I don’t think she’d be okay with it.”

His fingertips press into the back of my neck as he drags in a long breath. “Oh.”

“There’s no part of me that wants her that way,” I say, answering his earlier question.

“Because you want me?”

“So much,” I whisper.

Silas kisses me, and it steals all the air from my chest. “I’m fucking crazy about you,” he says before moving to straddle my lap. He grabs my face, and kisses me again.

I’m instantly lost in him. Wrapped around me, his kiss consumes me, and I surrender to it. With my hands on his ass, I rock my hips up to feel his cock against mine. He leans back, takes one of my hands, and runs it up his chest. My palm passes over a firm ridge beneath his shirt, between his pecs, and then another. I frown.

“What is this?”

“Unwrap me and find out.”

My eyes widen as I meet his. “Is this an early Christmas present?”

“Something like that.”

Silas loosens his tie while I untuck and unbutton his shirt to reveal a brown leather harness. The straps over his shoulders form a V joined to a metal ring where two other straps form aboundary for the lower side of his pecs, displaying them in a way that makes his muscles look like mounds. His nipples are erect, begging for my mouth. I oblige them, wrapping my mouth around one and sucking it greedily. He runs his fingers through my hair and groans.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with the harness, but it looks so hot on him, I don’t care. “Is there more?”

“Keep going and find out.”

I need to suck his other nipple first, though, my hand moving firmly over the one I abandoned. His back arches, giving his chest to me, and he pants softly. I flick my tongue over the erect tip and glance up to find his head thrown back, his lips parted. He looks like a god. All-powerful and pure hedonist.

I suck until I’m sure I’ve left a mark and return to the other side to do the same.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “You like it?”

“I never want you to take it off.”

He strips off his shirt and unbuckles his belt. I help him with his fly, and his hips rise. When I yank his pants down as far as they’ll go, I see the rest. They’re not panties—I’m not sure how I’d have felt about that—but they’re not normal briefs either. Black cloth covers his cock, and mesh on the sides exposes his hips. It’s a skimpy pair of underwear designed for a man strapped to leather that encircles his muscular thighs. “Jesus Christ.”

“Do you still like it?”

“Fuck yes. Jesus, Silas, I need you.”

He kisses me as we get rid of my shirt and tie, pulling at them in frenzied tugs. Our mouths crash repeatedly together, our tongues lashing and stroking. We both stand to get rid of our pants, and I take note of our surroundings. There’s an overhead luggage shelf in the corner I can definitely use. “Grab that.” I nod toward it.

He turns, and I see the real prize. The mesh doesn’t go all the way around. It’s a jock, exposing his gorgeous, bare ass, madeeven more amazing by the straps beneath it, plumping it up in a way that would tempt any man, gay or straight. I palm it with both hands. “Your body, Silas…”

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