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Page 61 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)

I nside the SUV, Taylor peels off her pink wig and the hairnet underneath, shaking out her dark brown hair. She looks even more beautiful without the costume.

I’m grateful she’s not playing a character tonight. The last time I hooked up like this with Andrew—Kyle—it was with Kate, when she had purple hair. That relationship was performative. Always raising the bar for a new thrill. I don’t want tonight to feel like a performance.

I push the memory out of my head and squeeze Taylor’s thigh, grounding myself in her. This is different. I want it to stay that way.

But Taylor’s not some experiment. She’s my girlfriend. Maybe the realest one I’ve ever had even though it just became official. Tonight’s about her. Celebrating her. Spoiling her. Not me, although I’m also looking forward to Kyle’s touch.

I want her to be comfortable, to have fun, to try new things, and experience some of her fantasies.

I press the button to start the Range Rover and glance over at her. “What are you going to do with us?” I ask lightly, wanting to use the quiet moment to ease into a conversation about our boundaries prior to Kyle getting involved.

She glances around the car. “I’m up for almost anything … Wait. Did you get a new SUV?”

I chuckle. “This one stays at the lake house.”

“Of course,” she teases, then her expression shifts. “The fact that this is going down at your family’s lake house makes it even more insane.”

We share a smirk, the anticipation building. I love this part. The build up before.

“What do you want to do?” I ask again, this time more seriously.

“What do you want to do?”

I rest my hand on her leg again. “Make you happy.”

Taylor leans across the center console and plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “As my first official boyfriend, you’re already setting the bar unfairly high.” She rests her chin in her hand, staring at me lovingly. “I don’t think anyone else will ever compare.”

I grin. “Are you proposing?” She laughs, shaking her head. “Kyle and I are not strangers … What is okay for us to do?”

She shrugs. “Well, like, what do you want to do with him?”

I bite my lip. There’s something I haven’t said yet. Something I want. “He gives the best head.”

Taylor’s eyebrows lift. “Challenge accepted,” she says with a teasing smile. “Actually … I think I’d like watching that. Lie. I definitely want to watch that.”

She wants to watch. Hot.

“You’re God’s favorite tonight,” I remind. “You get what you want. But we should still talk through it some. We’ll be back at my place in a couple of minutes.”

She leans back in her seat, biting her lip. “Can’t we just wing it? Let the vibes take us?”

I shake my head. “As a recovering slut, trust me when I say that’s not a good idea.” I rest my hand back on her thigh. “Let’s zoom out. Do you want both of us to fuck you? Like—do you want both of our dicks inside you tonight?”

She meets my gaze with wide eyes. “Do you want his dick inside of you ?”

“I’m a top.” I wink, but she’s deflecting. And that gives me pause. “Taylor.” My voice softens. “You need to know what you want— really want —so we can all be on the same page.”

She hesitates. “Do you want his dick in me?”

Taylor sounds uncertain. Like she wants my approval or permission or both.

“Yeah. I’d find it hot. But I also want to fuck you first. As your boyfriend, that matters to me.”

She lets out a quiet laugh. “We’re kinda crazy, you know? What a first day of being official.”

I reach over and brush my fingers along her jaw. “Good thing I like a little crazy.”

There’s a beat of silence as the SUV hums down the road.

“Tonight,” I say, looking out at the road. “We make you come until you can’t take it.” I turn my head to her, and softly say, “And then he goes home.”

She bites her lip and holds my gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. “Couldn’t he crash in one of the rooms? It feels rude to kick him out.”

I look back at the road, considering. He’s never spent the night before, but I get what she’s saying.

“He can stay in another room.”

Taylor squeezes my hand. “Well, that sounds like the ideal pillow princess experience, but like … I think everyone should get off at least once. How should he come?”

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