Page 82 of The Broker

“Oh!” I gasped and reached out, grabbing his forearm when he speared two thick fingers inside me. It was so sudden, and mybody wasn’t quite ready for the intrusion, but the uncomfortable stretch of his fingers... it felt sinfully good.

As he pumped his fingers in and out, I clawed at the sheets beneath me. He was touching medeeply.Deeper than he’d ever done before. Blood roared loudly in my head, drowning out thought. He stood at the edge of the bed, leaning over me, and set his other hand low on my stomach.

It was as if he was holding me in place, pining me to the mattress.

Concentration etched his face as he increased his speed, moving his hand faster and faster. Oh, God. He was hitting my G spot, fucking me at furious tempo and my body was purring in response.

My vision blanked out and everything went white, so I slammed my eyelids shut. It allowed me to focus on the sensations and the intensity building in me that was unlike anything I’d felt before. I was a slingshot being stretched back in preparation for release.

The force of it was so powerful, it was almost scary.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered. “You look at me when you come.”

All I could do was obey, and when my eyes blinked open, the sight of him stole the last ounce of my breath. He looked so fucking amazing, all determined and focused while his fingers plunged inside me endlessly.

My whole body trembled, and he was moving so fast I wondered how it was even possible. He was a blur. Or maybe it just seemed that way because I was out of my mind with pleasure. I was no longer in control of anything, especially the urgent moans that poured from me.

Everything was building, and building, and . . .

I came so hard, I cried out through my locked teeth. Bliss erupted and flooded through my limbs, and there was a gush ofwarmth between my legs. It was shocking how much wetter I’d become because I could hear the slippery glide of his fingers.

It was impossible to think about.

All I could do was endure the ecstasy as it continued to roll through me. I flailed and thrashed on the bed, gasping for air as the orgasm tore me apart. It wasn’t until it began to recede that I had an inkling of what had just happened.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

My face burned a million degrees. Had he just made me...squirt?

The mattress beneath me was wet.

Oh, my God. I couldn’t catch my breath and scrambled backward on the bed.

Noah wore a victorious smile. “Oh, baby girl, look at the mess you made on my sheets.”

The heat on my face burned even hotter and I tore my gaze away from him, turning to look at the door because I didn’t want to die of embarrassment in his bed.

But Noah climbed onto the bed and hurried across his knees until I was in his arms, and he had my face cradled in one of his strong hands. There was nowhere else to look but into his brown eyes that were full of anxiety.

“No, please don’t be embarrassed,” he said in a rush. “There’s no reason because, goddamn it, that was so fucking hot.” His face was just as handsome even when it was full of regret. “I made you do that, and I should have asked if you’d be okay with it. I won’t do it again.”

I had to pull air in and out of my lungs in small, measured sips because I was still buzzing. “Are you kidding? I fucking loved it, it just,” I sucked in another breath, “surprised me.”

Relief flooded through his expression, but I didn’t get to see it for long because he delivered a kiss that turned up the volume on the buzzing in my body. “Okay, good. Because I wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime.” His gaze slid over my face and down my neck. “But right now, I want to take off your dress so I can see you in that choker... and nothing else.”

I was fully on board with this plan.

TWENTY-TWO

Noah

Traffic wasn’t too bad as I drove into the city, although Charlotte had us listening to Taylor Swift the whole way.

“The navigator gets to pick the music,” she said.

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