Page 37 of The Broker

It meant I could feel every whisper of movement from my hand nestled between my thighs. The side of my thumb brushed against my clit, and I shuddered.

What I was doing was twisted and wrong, touching myself while watching them, but I couldn’t help myself. I was desperate to relieve the ache. And when Noah’s lips parted and his eyes hazed, it told me just how much he approved.

The room became an oven, and it took an enormous amount of effort to drag air in and out of my lungs. Watching what each other was doing took a toll on us. Sweat dampened his temples, and his chest heaved with short breaths.

But he didn’t stop looking at me.

Not even when the woman’s moans swelled, and her legs began to tremble. “That’s it,” she urged. “God, I want to come. Make me come.”

The muscles in his powerful, sexy arm corded as he pulled back on her garter belt. It caused her to bow up off the bed and onto her hands. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each of his violent thrusts, and the image of him fucking her was so scorching, it seared into my mind where I was sure it’d stay forever.

The woman cried out, and her whole body began to quake, leaving no doubt that she’d gotten her wish. As she came, her strangled sounds of ecstasy permeated every inch of the room, filling my body. I ground the side of my hand harder against my clit, sending shocks of pleasure darting down my legs.

The effect of her orgasm was powerful, and he wasn’t immune either. Maybe he’d already been close, or maybe it was a combination of pushing her over the edge while watching me tease myself that did it for him.

His face twisted with enjoyment, and his eyes fell shut.

Perhaps he’d closed them to sever our connection and try to stave off his orgasm, but it didn’t work. Noah’s eyes blinked open, his gaze returned to me, and then he was done for.

He released his hold on her garter belt, gave her a final thrust, and then both his hands clenched her ass. His shoulders contracted, but he held on to her undulating body, chasing her and keeping himself lodged inside. I watched his eyes haze with satisfaction as he stared back at me, and I hoped I hadn’t become too blurry for him in that moment.

I wanted him to think only of me as he came.

His deep groan... it stroked over me like a brush painting pleasure from head to toe. The sensation wasn’t quite enough to push me into orgasm. It was just enough to leave me hanging there on the edge.

The room quieted as their bodies stilled, and the only sound was their labored breathing as they recovered. I wasn’t breathing at all—the hold of Noah’s gaze gripped like a vise.

But then the woman collapsed onto her stomach on the bed and a smile twisted her lips. “Goddamn. I can’t wait to tell my husband how hard you just fucked me.”

Her shocking words tore his focus from me. It snapped to the very beautiful, verymarriedwoman in front of him. With his attention gone, I’d been released, and cold, harsh reality crashed into me so rapidly, my knees threatened to buckle.

Oh, God.

I couldn’t stay in this room, not for another second, but the now unwanted desire in my body made me slow. I turned to flee at the same moment the woman hooked a finger beneath the blindfold and tugged it off.

I darted for the hallway, but I wasn’t fast enough. There was no way she hadn’t seen me go.

Noah’s voice rang out behind me as I tore down the hallway. “Fuck.”

I stumbled recklessly into the kitchen, not stopping until I reached the sink. My hips slammed into the cabinet, and I braced myself against the porcelain basin as I stared out the window, seeing absolutely nothing.

If I’d been able to think, I would have grabbed my cleaning supplies and gotten the fuck out of his house—but I became a statue, too stunned to do anything. I heard him and the woman moving around in his room, while my pulse raced at a breakneck speed, and my face burned like it had caught fire.

Finally, my gaze fell to the faucet.

In the movies, sometimes people would splash cold water on their face to calm or recenter themselves. Should... should I do that now? It’d ruin my makeup, but did I care about that?

I slowly reached out and turned the water on. It poured into the sink and began filling the pan that had been discarded there, the one I hadn’t noticed when I’d been in the kitchen earlier.

It was a familiar task, so I went on autopilot. I grabbed the dish soap and sponge resting beside the sink and got to work scrubbing. I’d just finished when footsteps approached from behind. I didn’t have to see to know it was him.

“Charlotte.” Noah’s voice was quiet and unsure. “I thought we said Wednesday.”

“We did. My plans fell through, and I was around, so I thought...” Rather than face him, I pulled a towel from the nearby drawer and used it to dry the newly clean pan. “I sent you a text about it. When you didn’t respond, I thought that meant you weren’t home.”

“I was,” he paused, searching for the right word, “busy.”

It just popped out. “Yeah, I noticed.”

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