Page 91 of The Broker

It was freeing being in only my bra and panties. I sat across his legs, my feet dangling over the end of the booth, and draped an arm around the back of his shoulders. Our mouths collided at the same time he pushed my panties aside and touched me—

Only for him to break the kiss and unleash a sexy groan. “Fucking hell, Charlotte. You’resoakingwet.”

Oh, my God.

Fire blazed across my face, but not with embarrassment. It turned me on even more to hear him say it, especially since it sounded like he’d done it to announce it to the group.

As his fingers rubbed deliciously against my swollen clit, I worked a hand between us and on to the bulge in his pants. It wasn’t easy to do, but I enjoyed how the lightest stroke caused him to grit his teeth. My action made him escalate, and my mouth rounded into a silent ‘oh’as he pushed his middle two fingers deep inside me.

The stretch of it was so pleasurable, I shuddered and groaned with satisfaction.

He pulsed his fingers in and out in an unhurried, methodical tempo. My toes curled in enjoyment, and the distraction of it made it a challenge to get his pants undone.

But I managed by sliding back, just out of his lap, to create space.

When I curled my fingers around his cock, it was his turn to shudder. Shit, it was intoxicating having this effect on him. His dick was hard and jerked against my fist as I pushed my tight grip down, sliding from his tip to the base.

The movement caused my bra strap to tumble off my shoulder. The cup didn’t fall completely—the edge of it caught on my nipple and barely hung on. The sensation felt good, teasing me nearly the same way it teased everyone else.

It clung on like an erotic threat.

As his fingers pumped in and out of me, he moved to match the pace of Eli, who had his hands buried in Shannon’s hair and ruthlessly fucked her mouth. It was a demonstration of power, but one that Patrick fully endorsed.

He watched them as if captivated. Enthralled.

Waves of heat moved through me like a slow burning fire, and I fought to catch my breath. The slick slide of Noah’s fingers injected me with pleasure, each deliberate thrust sendingsatisfaction ricocheting through my body. I was hardly moving my hand on him now, barely able to return a fraction of the pleasure he was giving me because my head was full of smoke—

And wicked thoughts.

The cabin was a million fucking degrees, and this room in the middle of a lake became otherworldly. It was a place that existed outside of norms or rules, and I struggled to think through the thick cloud of sex surrounding us.

A need pounded endlessly, drowning everything else out.

“I want you,” I rasped, “to fuck me.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Charlotte

Noah froze, his fingers lodged inside my pussy. His expression didn’t make any sense. Why did he look so conflicted?

His hand retreated to my knee and his shoulders straightened, and cold worry hit me like I’d been doused with a bucket of water. I thought he wanted me as badly as I did him—and yet he was acting like this was a bad idea.

Like I’d asked for something I shouldn’t have.

His arms tightened, pulling me back into his lap, and his eyes went bottomless. “Fuck. I really,reallywant to.”

I swallowed thickly. “But?”

“Your inhibitions are way down right now. I’d be taking advantage of you.”

Maybe part of me knew he was right. I was in a heady fog, not thinking clearly, but the spoiled part of me didn’t care. It wanted what it wanted, and I’d worry about consequences later.

“You wouldn’t be,” I tried to persuade.

He didn’t believe me. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret any of this. I don’t want you to regret,” he clarified, “being with me.”

I exhaled as understanding began to roll through me. He studied my expression as if searching for something, and whenhe didn’t find it, he leaned in. His voice was hushed, so only I’d hear his question.

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