Page 71 of The Broker

She peered up at me through heavy lidded eyes and stepped her feet apart, making room between her thighs. “Why don’t you find out?”

It was issued as a challenge, and dark satisfaction rolled through me. I would never have dreamed that this girl matchedmy sexual appetite, and yet, here she was, daring me to put my hand up her skirt.

I dragged my heavy hand slowly down her front to build her anticipation, and I veered to the side when I reached her skirt. Down I continued to move, until I reached bare skin below the hem of her skirt, and then I changed directions.

My fingertips trailed up the inside of her thigh, and as my hand crept up, I carried her skirt up with it. When I brushed my fingers against her panties, I wasn’t surprised to find them wet. I ground my fingers against her, rubbing her clit through the damp fabric, and a pleased smile grew on my lips.

“You’re fucking soaked, you know that?”

Her only answer was to tip her head back against the wall and arch with pleasure. She had her hands on my shoulders, and her fingers tightened, clenching fistfuls of my suit coat.

There was music all around us, and I didn’t mean the song playing from the sound system. Moans, and kisses, and bodies crashed against each other, filling the room with a symphony of desire. It was intoxicating.

But for her? It looked like she was drowning in it and would die a happy woman.

I rubbed a tight circle on her clit, and then pressed my entire palm against her, stroking roughly. Back and forth, over and over again. It made her chest heave as she pulled in large gulps of air.

And her moan was goddamn sinful.

Jesus, she looked so good like this. Pressed up against the wall, her lips kiss-swollen and my hand between her legs. I was sure I wasn’t the only one who recognized that. There were plenty of other people in this room, but they barely registered right now. I was too absorbed in her to look anywhere else.

One of her hands fell from my shoulder so she could cup me through my pants, and the corner of her mouth tilted in a smile.She was happy to find I was already hard, and growing harder under her touch. We moved our hands on each other’s bodies like we were horny teenagers.

Hot and heavy andfast.

The stroke of her hand down the length of me sent heat ripping through my center. It made me want to escalate and see how much she’d enjoy taking the next step. I gripped the sides of her leather skirt and pulled upward until it was bunched at her waist and her black panties were exposed.

I dropped a kiss on her lips, and planted more on the side of her neck, giving her time to stop me if she wasn’t comfortable being naked in front of others. But she didn’t seem uncomfortable. If anything, she was impatient for me to do it.

I took a step back, hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties, and jerked them down so they were pulled taut between her parted knees, just above the top of her boots. As my focus coursed up over her bare lower half, I was so turned on at the sight, my knees went weak.

I’d thought she’d looked good up against the wall before, but now? I practically growled it at her. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Her gaze was locked with mine, and she swallowed an enormous breath. It looked like it was taking everything she had to stand there, as if her need to come was threatening to crush her.

Don’t be cruel,a voice whispered in my head.

When I came back to her, she sighed with relief, and I got the sense she was eager to have her hands back on my body. I understood that. I was eager to touch her too.

I plunged my index finger deep inside her, all the way to the knuckle, and her moan was so sexy, my dick jerked. God, her body was fire. She was hot and wet, and so fuckingsoft.

Starting slow wasn’t possible. We were a runaway freight train, whose brakes had melted from the heat and could nolonger stop us. I pulsed my finger in and out, fucking her at a tempo that pulled more moans from her and had her fumbling for my zipper. My pulse vaulted forward and the air in the room went thin.

It was hard for her to get my pants open.

My forearm was in her way, so she had to work around it, plus what I was doing to her was distracting. My mouth sealed over the sensitive spot on the side of her neck and sucked. The sensation had to feel good, because the muscles inside her body clamped down on my finger.

I was going to press a second finger inside her, but she’d undone the button at the waistband of my slacks and dropped the zipper, giving her enough room to fit her hand inside. The caress of her palm through my thin boxers injected lava into my bloodstream.

The fire she caused burned even hotter when her hand dove inside my underwear. Her fist closed around my cock, gripped me firmly, and slid up and down in a pleasurable stroke.

The sensation was powerful enough to make my vision haze and cause me to shudder. I blew out an uneven breath against the side of her neck, where it was warm and damp from my kisses.

She tried to go up onto the balls of her feet when I eased a second finger inside her, but her heeled boots wouldn’t let her. Her gasp of satisfaction flooded my ears, drowning out any other sound in the room. She was so slick, it was easy to pump my fingers, and the faster I moved, the faster her tight fist worked me over.

If anyone was watching us right now, it had to turn them on. I had her pressed against the brick wall, fucking her with my fingers, while her hand moved inside my undone pants, jerking me off.

Charlotte’s hips moved, maybe to encourage me to go faster or to change the angle to one she liked better. The shift caused the panties at her knees to fall and slide down around her ankles, but she didn’t make any effort to step out of them. Perhaps she didn’t even know, too preoccupied with the orgasm she was hurtling toward.

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