Page 91 of Dirty Politics


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Will breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to tell Liv what Byron had just said, but he knew it was a sensitive subject.

Liv walked up to him. He stopped breathing as she approached.

“Senator Sterling, good evening,” she said as she leaned in close to him and slipped something into his pocket.

“It’s so stuffy in here,” she whispered. “Maybe you could meet me out in the garden?”

As she walked off, Will slowly sipped his whiskey. He slipped his hand in his pocket and felt what she’d left behind...her underwear.

He groaned softly.

After he saw her slip out the back door, he followed her making sure no one was watching.










Chapter Thirty-Five

Will walked out ontothe patio and down into the garden.

“Hey there,” Liv called. She was leaning against a stone wall.

“You forgot something,” Will said, holding up her lacy, black panties.

“Silly me,” she said. “I was wondering where I’d put those.”

“They’re mine now,” he said, a broad grin on his face. He slipped the underwear back into his pocket.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

“How are your injuries?” he said.

“Good as new aside from some faded bruises,” she said.

She slid her hands around his neck and kissed him. He leaned into her - his chest pressed against hers. Her back pressed against the wall.

“God,” she moaned. “I’ve been desperate for you. It’s been so long.”

“I like this dress,” he said as he traced his fingers along the straps and down to the tops of her breasts.

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