Page 53 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)
I don’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 heart can beat 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?—”
“Check your email,” he says, pulling back.
“What?” I gasp and look down at my phone. I open the mail app and scream. It’s probably an overreaction but too much is going on right now! The fourth contract. It’s signed.
Staring up at him, I can’t believe the words leave my lips. “Fuck me,” I pant. The most boyish grin spreads on his face. “You have two minutes,” I say, my anxiety creeping in because this is my boss’s office and I am on the clock.
“Two minutes,” Brandon repeats, reaching into his back pocket.
He pulls out his wallet, then a condom. I look at the door handle and exhale a sigh of relief seeing there is a lock.
I flick it and wrap my arms around Brandon’s neck.
As we feverishly kiss, he unbuckles his pants, and they drop to the floor.
He breaks our kiss, ripping open the condom wrapper.
I pull my underwear off, leaving it on the ground.
Watching him slide the condom on, I realize this is reckless.
But this is hot, and I need him now. I’m so turned on from everything.
He bends down, grabbing me by the back of the thighs and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he presses me into the door. Staring at his dick as he guides it in, I moan.
“So wet,” he says with an edge of surprise.
“Turns out I like fangs.” I giggle.
He chuckles, thrusting in, and it hits me. I am fucking my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend.
God is his cock perfect. I close my eyes, giving in to the moment, and his lips hungrily kiss my neck and chest.
“You’re the best,” I pant as he fucks me hard against the door.
“You and Kyle look hot together,” he says, and I blink my eyes open. We hold a heated stare as he rails me. “But no more kisses from other guys unless we talk about it first, girlfriend.”
“Do you hate me?” I ask breathily.
“No,” he grunts. “It made me hard watching you both.”
“Yeah?” I pant, and he bites my lip. I whimper as he bites down more.
“I might have come in my pants if we weren’t doing this,” he says, squeezing my thighs as he continues to thrust. “I needed you. I’ve needed this.” He rests his head on my chest, slowing his rhythm. “Fuck. You feel good.”
He can’t slow down. We need to get back to the party.
“I need you to come right now,” I demand, stress beginning to take me out of this moment.
“Okay,” he says softly. “But tomorrow. You’re not getting out of bed.”
I smirk, loving that idea. Even though we haven’t talked about this stuff, I think he would be into choking.
I wrap my hand around his neck. “Come,” I demand, and he smirks.
I tighten my grip, and his eyes close in response as he thrusts hard and fast. “Fucking come for me,” I pant, wishing we had time to do more.
He grunts and it’s masculine, primal. It’s the hottest sound.
The sensation of his cock throbbing inside of me follows.
A satisfied smile spreads across my lips as I release his neck.
He loudly exhales, and I unwrap my legs from him and he pulls out, setting me down.
Brandon towers above me, resting his forearm on the door, then he kisses the top of my head.
“I have the best girlfriend,” he says, stepping back and picking up my underwear.
“I have the best boyfriend,” I say with a light laugh, taking my underwear from his hand and stepping into it. He pulls at my wig, adjusting it, chuckling as he does. “Well, back to work,” I manage, smiling.
“Back to work,” he repeats, and leans down, pressing a sweet kiss into my lips.
I flick the lock and slide out the door because if I stare at him any longer, I might not go back to work.