Page 52 of Dirty Politics

Chapter Twenty-Two

Will rushed back tothe hotel room. When he opened the door, he saw Liv sitting on the couch in her pajamas, reading on her phone. She wiped a tear from her eye.

“You saw it too,” he said.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes glistening. “The article is out. It’s even bigger than I thought.”

He walked over and sat beside her. They silently read on their phones.

“It’s so much worse than I feared,” she said.

“I know,” he said. “No one would have known about this without you.”

A tear rolled down her face.

“There’s no way the other party will block this vote now,” he said. “Just look at these tweets. Both sides are outraged; this will turn the tides.”

She took his phone and scrolled for a moment.

“Shit. Even Birmingham is demanding answers,” Will said, reading over her shoulder.

Liv laughed.

He reached over and tenderly wiped a tear from her cheek.

“You did it,” he said, studying her face.

She leaned into his hand - now pressed against her cheek. He was closer to her now. So close she thought he was going to kiss her, but he stopped short.

“Sorry,” he said, sitting back suddenly. “You said you didn’t want...this.”

He motioned between the two of them.

“I did,” she said, her face flushed. “I did say that.”

She grabbed his tie and tugged it gently - pulling him back into her space.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she whispered. He stared at her pouty, perfect lips as she spoke.

“What about...”

“No one has to know,” she said, tugging his tie again until he was close enough to kiss.

“No one has to know,” he repeated.

“It’s fun to have a secret.”

“Hmmm...”

She kissed him again. It grew quickly from tender kisses to unbridled desire. His hands were in her hair; hers around his neck. She leaned her head to the side, and he kissed her neck. She moaned. His arms were around her waist, pulling her close.

He slid his hand under her shirt up to her ribcage. The warmth spread from his hand, causing her stomach to flutter. He rested his hand below her breast as he kissed her.

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