Page 90 of The Broker

I decided to take the initiative.

My hands closed on the bottom of my shirt and began to pull up, and as soon as Noah realized what I was doing, he wasthere, helping me along. He took the top from me and dropped it on the floor beside the booth. Cool air wafted over my newly exposed skin and pale pink bra.

I didn’t get a chance to see how anyone felt about what I’d done, because he scooped my face up in his hands and kissed me aggressively.

It tasted like . . .possession.

As if he were claiming me and flaunting what only he was allowed to do.

But the kiss broke when Shannon let out a gasp. The sharp intake of breath pulled our focus to her, and the tremble that worked its way up her body.

“I’m going to come,” she whined.

Her deep eyes silently pleaded with me. I wasn’t sure exactly what she was begging me for, but I reached out, trailing the pads of my fingertips down over her chest, and closed a hand around her breast. My touch excited everyone else in the room, which encouraged me toreallygo for it.

I inched my fingers beneath the cup of her bra, and Noah followed my lead, doing the same on her other breast.

Her skin was smooth and velvet soft, and I teased the hardened bud of her nipple while staring at Noah. God, I loved how we were both touching her, how we weresharingher. She seemed to like it too. Her back bowed up off the table and one of her hands fisted the front of her husband’s shirt.

Was it our mutual touch that sent her over the edge, or was it the way Eli nuzzled between her thighs and fluttered his tongue?

She came hard, and fast, and loudly. Her cry of pleasure cracked the air, rippling through the rest of us. But she’d barely finished her orgasm before Eli was yanking her off the table and urging her down onto her knees. His hands ripped at his zipperand shoved his shorts and boxer briefs down so quickly, his dick bounced free.

He wasbig. His cock was so thick, long, and hard, it was almost scary.

But Shannon wasn’t afraid. She grinned, wrapped her fingers around him, and gave him a single pump of her fist. Then she opened her mouth, fit it over his tip, and took him as deep as she could.

A smirk twisted his lips as he peered at Patrick. “You like watching your slut wife suck my cock?”

My mouth dropped open.

I’d expected Patrick to be pissed off by what the other man said, but—no. Patrick’s expression was all heat, drunk with desire. He wasintoit. So much so, his light grip on his dick tightened and his fist stopped moving altogether, like he’d gotten unexpectedly close.

His smile echoed through his voice. “Fucking yes.”

I was mesmerized by the way Shannon’s mouth glided across Eli’s impressive length. His cock disappeared between her rosy lips, and then reappeared, growing glossier with her saliva from each pass. Her tempo was steady and hypnotic, and it made his chest rise and fall with hurried breaths.

When he’d pulled her off the table, I’d left my hand resting there, and my fingers curled. Whenever I watched porn, I usually skipped over most of the blowjob scenes. They always ran a little long for me, and the guy wasn’t as vocal as I wanted him to be.

But this? Holy fuck, it was hot. Watching her deliver this blowjob was so arousing, I grew impossibly wet and hot between my legs. Had I ever been this turned on before? The fog of it was disorienting, like I was tipsy.

Eli’s heated gaze worked its way over my body, and while he was fucking another woman’s mouth, his focus zeroed in on me.It traced over the mesh of my pink bra, and his expression was pure sin.

It wasn’t the same as the guy who’d stared at me at Club Eros. Eli’s unabashed lust wasn’t completely unwelcomed, and his attention didn’t cause discomfort. If anything, a tiny thrill shot through me. It was nice to be wanted.

But it still felt kind of . . . wrong.

There was only one person’s attention I truly wanted. Even as I watched Shannon’s cheeks hollow out as she sucked on Eli, I was acutely aware of Noah. I glanced at him as he shed his shirt, bringing his toned chest into view, and lifted my gaze to meet his eyes.

God, the way he looked at me. It was as if I were the only one here. Was it stupid to think he felt the same way as I did?

“Get in my lap,” he said, his voice low. “I want my fingers inside you.”

My heart sprinted faster at his command. Was this in response to the way Eli had been lusting at me?

It was awkward, scrambling over Noah in the tight booth, but somehow I made it work. As soon as I was seated in his lap, his hard-on pressing up against my thigh, and the table digging into my ribs on the other side, his fingers found the button of my shorts.

My hands shook with desire as I helped him undo it, drop my zipper, and wiggled out of them.

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