Page 80 of The Broker

I straightened and turned to face him, setting a hand on the top of my thigh so my fingers could play with the lace band of my stocking. “I bet they are.” My voice clouded with more smoke. “I bet you’ve done things on these sheets that were fuckingfilthy.”

The gleam in Noah’s eyes was so hot, my legs threatened to go boneless. He took another step toward me, halving the distance between us.

“I have,” he said. “Does that turn you on?”

This question was also rhetorical. I had no doubt he knew it did.

His gaze wandered seductively over me, packaged in the costume that was barely more than lingerie. “Did you wear this for me?”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and shook my head slowly, feigning innocence. “I wore it for the video I was making.”

He didn’t believe a word of it. “Uh huh.”

“Really,” I lied. “How was I supposed to know you were going to come home early?”

He reached out to put his hands on my waist and pulled me up against him so forcefully I stumbled on my heels and crashed into his chest. His arms trapped me like he thought I’d run, when that was the last thing I wanted to do.

“I’m not early,” he said. “If anything, I’m late.”

“Oh, are you? I must have lost track of time.”

Again, this was a lie. I’d spent a lot longer deep cleaning his kitchen than normal, hoping to have him catch me once I’d moved on to cleaning his bedroom. The plan had worked perfectly, down to the way his hand gripped my ass and urged me up into his kiss.

It was hot and dirty.

His tongue pushed past my lips and slicked against mine, basically fucking my mouth. It was urgent, and aggressive, and exactly how I wanted it.

A tiny sound of surprise punched from my lungs when he picked me up and sat me on the edge of his bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his face, holding him into our feverish kiss.

Or maybe I was holding on to him because of the onslaught of emotions rushing through me.

I may have been the first girl he’d brought home into this bed—but I certainly wasn’t the last. How many other women hadbeen in here? I was too afraid to ask. Not because I was turned off by that or jealous...

But because I didn’t get to watch.

God, was there something wrong with me? Seeing him with someone else was supposed to be wrong. Taboo. But Noah never made me feel that way.

I tore my mouth from his and blurted it out before I lost my nerve. “I want to watch next time you fuck Shannon.”

He glanced away and groaned like the idea was so sexy it was overwhelming, and he couldn’t bear to hear it and look at me at the same time. Then he drew in a heavy breath and fixed his gaze back on me. “I floated the idea to her and Patrick already.”

When he didn’t immediately continue, my impatience got the best of me. “And?”

“They’re definitely open to it, but they want to have dinner with us first to get to know you.” He cupped my cheek, and his gaze wandered over my face, studying my reaction. “Plus, they want to discuss boundaries.”

“Boundaries,” I repeated.

“Yeah,” he said. “I told them that we’re not interested in full swap, but they’re wondering if you’re going to participate in any way, or just watch.”

He’d said it casually, but I wasn’t fooled. He wanted to know this too.

“Participate with Patrick?” My pulse skipped. “Or with Shannon?” Because I’d never done anything with another girl and wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it. I couldn’t tell if it turned me on, or if it was the whole idea of playing with others that was doing that.

His expression didn’t change; it was perfectly schooled. “It’s whatever you’d be comfortable with.”

I set my hands behind me on the mattress and leaned back as I considered it. “I only saw him the one time, and it’s been awhile, so I don’t remember if he’s hot.” I made a face, realizing how that sounded. “Sorry. Is it shallow to say that?”

He laughed lightly, and God, he looked so handsome. “Nope. Chemistry is important, and that’s a big part of why they want to meet you.”

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