Page 89 of The Broker

Noah was superior in every way to me.

The thought disappeared when Eli grabbed the sides of her panties and jerked them down her thighs, revealing the whisper thin landing strip of hair she’d trimmed there.

Excitement crackled over my skin, flowing toward the center of my legs.

He ground a hand against her, making her moan and writhe, and she stared at everyone at the table, her eyes heavily lidded with pleasure.

His voice was full of gravel. “Clear the table.”

I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but Patrick was the first to act. He grabbed the mostly empty drinks from the tabletop, stood, and walked to the galley, setting them on the small counter. As soon as he returned to his seat, a pleased look flashed through his eyes.

Since Shannon’s back was to him, she didn’t have any warning, and she gasped as he spun her around, picked her up, and lay her down on her back on the table. She barely fit, and the locks of her long red hair spilled into my lap, tickling the tops of my thighs where my shorts ended.

She peered up at me with wide eyes, but they hooded again as he took a knee and spread her thighs wide, curling his hands around each one.

“Oh,” she sighed as his mouth brushed over her.

I caught flashes of his tongue as it toyed with her clit, and I swallowed back my delight. He was eating her out right in front of us, and blood ran hotly through my veins. I wasn’t the only one enjoying the scene, either.

Patrick’s hands moved to unzip his pants and get his dick out. I couldn’t see all of him, just the tip since the table partially obscured my view, but I could tell from his slow, almost lazy movements he was stroking himself.

Lust smoldered in his eyes as he gazed at his wife, watching as another man had his mouth buried in her pussy.

At Club Eros, the scene with Travis and Lilith had been up on a stage, and I’d watched from among a sea of people. Now, this private show was nearly in my lap, and it felt... special.

Exclusive.

Desire weighed me down, and I had to drag my focus over to Noah. I wondered what he thought about this, and when my gaze found his, my breath caught.

As I’d been watching the show, he’d been watchingme.

There was no doubt he could see how turned on I was. That he knew the flush warming my cheeks had little to do with the temperature in this cramped space, and everything to do with the sex that clung to the air, invading my lungs.

Noah’s expression was wicked as he leaned in and began to drop kisses on the side of my neck. I shivered with pleasure from the sensation. Had he kissed me there instead of my lips so he wouldn’t block my view?

When his hand dipped between my legs, I groaned with satisfaction and parted my knees as much as I could to give him room. As he rubbed me through my clothes, the seam of my shorts ground pleasurably against my clit.

Fuck, it felt good.

Beneath us, the boat gently rocked. It was muggy inside the cabin, but maybe Noah’s hot breath against my kiss-dampenedneck made it feel that way. I gripped the sides of my shorts, enjoying all of his attention while watching the couple in front of us.

Eli’s arms were beneath Shannon’s thighs, and her skin dented around his fingertips as he held her open and feasted. Sexy moans and sighs poured from her mouth, and I quieted my own so I could hear hers better.

Her piercing eyes had a gravity as she stared up at me, wearing an expression that dripped with desire. It made steam fill my head, and a muscle low in my stomach clenched.

“Touch me,” she rasped to everyone, and no one in particular.

The kisses at the pulse point on my neck ceased, as if Noah were considering something. He pulled back, glanced at her, and pushed his other hand beneath one of the cups of her bra. As he squeezed a handful of her breast, he seemed to study my reaction. Like he wanted to make sure I was okay with this.

Um, yeah.

I totally was.

I zeroed in on the way his hand moved, how she arched into his touch, and I had to push out a heavy breath because the sight of it was so fucking hot.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noted Patrick as he continued to stroke himself, doing it at a measured pace and with the loose grip of a few fingers. It was like he was only interested in maintaining his erection, while savoring the experience.

When we’d come below deck, he’d closed the door behind us and turned on the air conditioner, but the small unit couldn’t compete with what was happening now. Sweat blossomed on my skin, dampening the hair at the back of my neck.

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