Page 70 of The Broker

I liked watching, but Charlotte? She was a true voyeur. Her lips were parted, her face flushed, and her breath went shallow. Even if I wasn’t acutely attuned to her, I’d be able to tell she was turned on. Hell, I’d be able to see it from clear across the room.

There was a small loveseat in the opposite corner that was empty, and it looked just big enough to fit us both.

She let me guide us over to it and sat down so quickly I chuckled softly. She’d sat down in a hurry because she wanted to get her gaze back on the foursome happening just ten feet away. When I joined her on the small couch, my weight made her lean into me, and I wasn’t mad about the way her body pressed against mine.

I rested my arm along the back of the loveseat, which she used as an invitation to snuggle even closer. I was on fire both mentally and physically, sweating beneath all the layers of my clothes, but I enjoyed her proximity anyway.

It was fucking unreal to sit here with her, sipping our cocktails and casually watching a group of strangers as they fucked.

Whenever I came to the club, I made a conscious effort not to judge. I tried to leave inhibitions and closedmindedness at the door. But no matter what I did, I could not silence the part of me that wanted to critique tonight.

The guy who was fucking the woman was just hammering away. It was too fast, too constant, and what I could see of her face made it look like her expression was strained. Was shealready exhausted? It had to be hard work standing like that, bent over, plus she had to contend with the competing rhythm of the man fucking her mouth.

Her heavy breasts swayed with the back-and-forth rocking of her body. The woman who stood beside the blowjob guy had her hand around his cock, holding it steady for her friend.

The scene was so sexy, Charlotte squirmed in her seat, rubbing against me. It’d been innocent enough, but my body reacted like it had been more, and I groaned in my head. We’d need to go at whatever speed she was comfortable with tonight, meaning if she wanted to stay right here and watch all night, that was what we were going to do.

But if she climbed into my lap and got naked? Fuck, I didn’t know how long I’d last. I barely kept myself in check when we were alone, and fooling around in public, with other people watching, heightened the experience.

Jackhammer guy was still going at it, but his focus wasn’t on the woman he was slamming into. He scanned the room, taking in the crowd who’d gathered to watch the foursome, and a devious grin smeared across his face.

He was fucking thrilled at all the people watching him.

But when his gaze snagged on Charlotte, an unease settled in the pit of my stomach. He looked at her for so long, it developed into a stare. It was hard to fault him for it. She was the most beautiful woman in the room and could join in with anyone she wanted.

It was hard not to feel a twinge of possessiveness at the idea, which was selfish. We’d just discussed this, and she’d said we weren’t exclusive.

As the man continued to stare at her, she squirmed against me again, but this time I sensed it wasn’t with excitement. It was discomfort, because the guy wasn’t staring at her—he was fucking leering.

I told myself it wasn’t possessiveness coursing through me, it was a desire to protect. Her drink was empty, and I finished mine in a big gulp, and then I rose from the couch. I collected our glasses, deposited them on the tray nearby meant for used glassware, and offered my hand to her.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” I said.

Relief washed through her, and she quickly slipped her hand in mine. Neither of us glanced back at the man as we went, and I didn’t let go of her hand as we strode through the hallway.

The main lounge was even busier than it had been when we’d walked through on our way to the back room. The sectional was full of half-naked people, and the topless woman we’d seen earlier was now fully naked, straddling her partner who was on his back on the ottoman.

There was a dramatic shift in the atmosphere in comparison to the other room. It wasn’t just that it was darker and moodier here, there was also a totally different vibe. This space felt feverish. Hedonistic. And we only stood at the edge, near the exposed brick wall. How much stronger would it be if we waded farther inside?

She must have felt it, too, because her hand tightened instinctively around mine.

That tiny reaction snapped whatever restraint I’d been holding on to.

Charlotte gasped as I turned to face her, grasped her waist, and moved in so aggressively, it forced her to stumble backward. Her eyes went wide and her back hit the brick with a thud, but I silenced whatever other sound she wanted to make when I slammed my mouth over hers.

NINETEEN

Noah

Our kiss downstairs was tame compared to this one. I’d had more than a month’s worth of lust for Charlotte pent up inside me, and it spilled out in an urgent rush. The good news was I seemed to have had a similar effect on her, because her greedy mouth answered my kiss with the same ferocity.

My hands had been locked on her waist, but they refused to stay still. They glided up the sides of her body until I could cup both of her breasts through the thin satin shirt she wore. She lifted into my touch and rubbed her body provocatively against mine.

I bit back a groan of satisfaction.

We were wild, and reckless, and acting like the only way to extinguish the fire raging between us was by using each other.

Our kiss broke and the words tumbled from me unfiltered. “I want to know how wet you got from watching.”

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