Page 99 of Sharing Shane

Her pupils dilated, her upper chest flushed, and she squirmed like her panties were on fire.

“She has some reservations, so I thought we should all talk it out.”

“He’s such a planner,” Wyatt said with a chuckle. “Veronica, you been fantasizing again?”

Again? Shane lifted a brow, and Veronica flushed darker.

“I don’t think I ever stopped,” she replied, her eyes locked on Shane as Wyatt’s low laugh filled the room.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I’ve been fantasizing, too. About all the beautiful, filthy things the three of us can do to each other.”

Shane chuckled as Veronica’s eyes went hazy. “She’s kind of gun-shy, Wyatt. She’s never done anything like this before.”

“God, I love virgins,” Wyatt sighed. “What’s the big fear, darling?”

“Other than making a fool of myself?” she said drily, and Shane was relieved to see the humor in her eyes.

“Not possible, sweetness,” Wyatt promptly returned.

“I guess I’m mostly afraid of doing something wrong, or somehow messing us all up.”

“Also not possible,” Wyatt said, his voice deadly serious. “There’s no wrong, here, Veronica. Shane and I, we’re there to make you feel good. If something doesn’t feel good, then we stop. It’s as simple as that.”

Her wide hazel eyes met Shane’s. “What about making each other feel good?”

“Oh, yeah, we can do that,” Wyatt said, back to purring. “If that’s what you want to happen.”

“I think that’s what I want to happen most of all,” she confessed.

“Shane, I think I love this woman,” Wyatt declared, and Veronica laughed.

“Wyatt, I’m going to hang up so I can work out some details with Veronica,” Shane said, his eyes on hers. “I’ll call you later.”

“Aw, you’re kicking me out?” There was a heavy sigh, then, “All right, love. Keep me posted. Veronica?”

“Yes?”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

She was blushing again. “Me, too.”

“Night, darling.”

Shane kept his eyes on hers as he pocketed the phone. “Was that okay?”

She blew out a breath. “Yeah, but now I have cramps and I’m horny.”

He burst out laughing. “Sorry. You brought it up.”

“I know. I thought I’d be safe.” She sent him a tentative smile. “We have to work out the details?”

“Not now,” he said and chuckled when her face fell. “What I want you to do is think about all the things you think you might like, and make a list. Then think about all the things you might not like, and make another list. Then email them to me.”

Her brows rose. “Email them to you?”

“With our schedules, it’ll be faster. And you might find some things easier to say in writing.”

“Good point,” she muttered, going pink again, and he laughed.

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