Page 81 of Sharing Shane

“I have this power,” he said with an exaggerated smolder.

“Oh, I can tell.” She propped her chin on her hand. “Just out of curiosity, what does a threesome include?”

”It includes whatever you want, and nothing you don’t. I don’t even have to fuck you.”

She snorted. “You want to have a threesome with me, but you don’t want to fuck me?”

“I want to fuck you almost as much as I want to fuck Shane.”

“Wow.” She blinked. “That’s a lot.”

“But the question isn’t do I want to fuck you, it’s do you want to fuck me.”

She chewed her lip, considering. “Honestly?”

He spread his hands. “That’s the only way this works, sunshine.”

“It depends.”

He tilted his head. “On?”

“On whether or not Shane is okay with it.”

“Aw.” The small smile curling his lips spread. “You like my boyfriend.”

“Shut up,” she said, her face heating, and cleared her throat. “Anyway. He’d have to be okay with it.”

“That’s actually my rule, too.”

“Well. That makes things…”

“Easier and more complicated at the same time?” he finished when she trailed off.

“Polyamory is some tricky shit,” she sighed, and he laughed.

“Baby, you don’t know the half of it.”

She was beginning to see that. “Anyway, I appreciate the offer, but we’ll have to come up with something else to keep us busy today.”

“Fair enough. How do you feel about snorkeling?”

“I’m good with that,” she decided, relieved the conversation had moved to safer territory. She pushed her chair back and stood. “Can you reserve the equipment?”

“Sure. One thing, though.”

She paused as Wyatt stood and walked toward her, his blue eyes strangely dark. “What is it?”

“Just this,” he said and kissed her.

She squeaked in surprise, then squeaked again when he took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue inside. He was bold, sliding his tongue over hers with sure strokes, flicking over the roof of her mouth before pulling back to nibble on her lips. Heat curled in her belly, and just as she leaned into him, wanting more, he was gone.

She blinked her eyes open to find him watching her with a kind of heated satisfaction. “Just wanted to make it clear where I stand.”

“Yeah,” she managed. Her lips tingled, and she could still taste the coffee he’d had with breakfast. And something else. “Did you have cinnamon rolls for breakfast?”

He grinned at her. “With extra icing.”

“Fucking fruit plate.”

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