Page 77 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
“Goddamn, Taylor,” he growls into my neck. His other arm loops around my waist, and his lips stay too close to my neck. My heart is pounding, and my mind is racing.
What’s he going to do next?
“I shouldn’t be flirting with the boss,” he barely says.
“Nicholas is the boss,” I breathily make out, too turned on.
“You’re definitely the boss.” He chuckles, and his fangs graze my neck again. I squirm, and my ass inadvertently rubs against him. Kyle grumbles. “Your headshot left a lot to the imagination.”
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Walking into High Five, I’m basically holding my breath, feeling stressed being here again. The last time I was here I was fucked up. Unbelievably fucked up. It was one of the last times I partied before rehab.
Looking around the crowded bar, I spot Taylor and Andrew in the photo booth area. He dips her, and I see her roommate Morgan holding a phone.
Content for social? Or?
Watching his hand trail down her neck and cleavage, then unzip her costume the slightest amount, I stop in my tracks. Her lips part in response, and my cock begins to harden. While some people might feel jealous right now, I’m turned on. The pink wig, how low her tight, short dress is. His chest and abs and the possessive way he’s touching her. Then Andrew leans back, exposing his fangs and goes in for the bite. Watching them make contact with her neck, I’m captivated. I sharply inhale, watching Andrew replace his fangs on her neck with his lips.
Hard.
Ideas flood my mind.
She would be interested…
Tonight?No. We should talk about it in advance. But, fuck, do they look good tonight ... and together. I step toward them, ready to surprise Taylor.
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Idon’t know if my heart has ever beat this fast.Kyle kissed my neck!I break eye contact with him and turn to grab my phone from Morgan. I don’t think I can watch this video she just took. It’s too hot to post. But watch it go viral. The voyeurs eating it up. Whatever. I’ll just post it and not rewatch it because if I rewatch it … I’ll probably be drooling and further forgetting that I’m about to have a boyfriend. Staring down at my screen, I upload the video to TikTok, tag Kyle, tag High Five, then someone’s hand covers my eyes.
“Boo,” a sexy, familiar voice whispers in my ear.
“Brandon!” I squeal, and apparently my heartcanbeat faster. Holy shit! He’s here.
The hand over my eyes pulls back, and I see Brandon’s blue eyes more pronounced than ever before with a skeleton covering his nose and neck. He’s my mafia motorcycle man!
Holy fucking abs!I haven’t seen him shirtless since yoga.
He’s a living thirst trap in the leather jacket, black jeans, and combat boots. I jump into him, and he spins me then puts me down.
“You’re here!” I say, excitement bubbling over.
He pushes down the face mask, smiling at me. Then he leans down and his fingers pinch my chin as he presses a hard kiss to my lips. I kiss him back, wanting to kiss him more, to not stop kissing, but I pull back.
I’m working.
He reaches for my hands, then his eyes flick over to Kyle. He lifts his chin at him, then looks back down at me. “Can I have two minutes?” he asks, and I suddenly feel self-conscious.
Is he mad at me?
Did he see Kyle kiss my neck?Shit! Fuck!
“Yeah,” I say quickly, squeezing his hand and guiding him to the bar’s hallway, then into Nicholas’s office. “Sorry,” I say, closing the door, but Brandon’s hand immediately lands on my chest, pushing me until my back is against the door. He dives in for another kiss, and I’m about to combust with everything that’s going on. As his tongue swipes mine, I laugh, “No making out.”
“But you’re my girlfriend now,” he breathes, diving back in.
“I still need?—”
