Page 36 of The Broker

Shit, why couldn’t I get enough of watching them? I didn’t dare pull my gaze away.

“Fuck,” she murmured into the mattress. With the blindfold on, she couldn’t see anything, and it undoubtably forced her to focus on the sensations he caused. It made me so fuckingjealous.

Noah was in profile to me, so I could only see one half of his expression, but it was enough that I could tell it was full of determination. The muscles in his toned chest and arms created dips and curves, and my lust swelled so abruptly, I grew lightheaded.

It left me with no choice but to reach out and grab the doorframe to steady myself.

I’d been quiet, but it didn’t matter. The movement must have caught his attention, and his head swung to the doorway. The moment his gaze landed on me, he froze with his dick buried deep inside her. My heart and the rest of the world seemed to stop moving right along with him.

I hadn’t a clue what I looked like in that moment. His expression was full of shock, but there was the faintest hint of something else too. Worry?

Shame?

His wide, unblinking eyes didn’t waver from mine, so he had to notice how I hadn’t moved from my not-so-hidden spot just outside the door. I hadn’t backed away, or turned to run, or even lowered my gaze. My feet were rooted to the ground, and my hand gripping the doorframe tightened until it was white-knuckled.

Without thinking about the consequences, I made it clear to him that I’d been watching.

Did he see the desire roaring through me?

The silent plea for him to show memore?

His shock faded with each of his slow blinks, and dark heat moved in to take its place. The same thought I had now was wordlessly echoed on his face.

This is fucked up.

But . . . I might be into it.

The woman in front of him rose onto her elbows as she struggled to catch her breath, and even though she wore a blindfold, she turned to face him over one shoulder. “Everything all right?”

Noah flinched at the sound of her voice, like he’d been so deep under my spell, he’d forgotten all about the woman he was currently fucking. His chest lifted as he drew in a heavy breath, but his intense focus remained locked on me. It was as if he couldn’t tear it away.

Oh, my God.

Was he waiting for my permission?

I was reckless, out of control, and gave a small nod before I could think better of it.

“Yes,” he said to both of us, and then began to move again, but his gaze remained locked on mine.

Every long, slow stroke he delivered, I’d swear I could feel inside me. My pulse raced and my knees weakened, and I leaned against the doorframe for more support. I watched his thickcock, glossy from the condom he wore, as it slid inside her, and it created a throbbing ache between my legs.

The intensity of it worsened the longer I watched, the longer our gazes trapped each other’s. It was hard to breathe. Impossible to think. All I could do was stand there, half-collapsed against the doorway, and drown in his lust-soaked eyes.

His body was sheened with sweat, and the flex of his ass as he pumped into her was erotic. His hips moved and rolled, and somehow, I experienced the same flashes of pleasure the woman did, even though he wasn’t touching me.

We were connected, though.

The bratty version of me wanted to brag to her that my connection to Noah was stronger. Deeper. Better.

When he picked up speed, she dropped back down, resting her forehead on the mattress and clenched fistfuls of the sheet beneath her. It must have changed the angle because it threw off his rhythm for a moment. In response, he slipped a hand under the back of her garter belt and closed his fist around it. Then, he turned his hand over, rolling the fabric over the back of his palm and cinching the belt so tight on her, it dug into her skin.

She whimpered with pleasure. “You’re so fucking deep.”

I couldn’t tell if he’d even heard her. He’d resumed his blistering pace without breaking our stare, and his carnal expression caused blood to rush loudly in my ears. He wore an expression like this moment we were sharing was the only thing he desired. Like I was all he wanted.

It was so fucking hot.

The fire of it all drove my feet forward. One after the other, until I was just inside the door and could lean with my back against the wall. It freed my hands to hang loosely at my sides, but one of them didn’t stay there long. It drifted across my thigh, and I wedged it between my legs. I had on a pair of capri lengthleggings that were soft and thin and clung to me like a second skin, so I didn’t bother wearing anything beneath them.

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