Page 93 of The Broker

Shannon practically leapt to her feet and moved to plant her elbows on the table. As soon as she was in position, she wiggled her hips at him and glanced over her shoulder to watch as he rolled the latex down over his thick erection.

Once that was done to her satisfaction, her attention swung to her husband.

I couldn’t see her expression, but it had to be the same as Patrick’s, which was full of love. He lifted a hand, set it on her cheek, and kissed her, like he needed that connection to her. To make sure they were bonded together while Eli grasped one of her hips and prepared to push inside her body.

He used his free hand to line himself up, and when he began to inch forward, a muted groan rumbled out of him.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fill me up with all that cock.”

“That’s it,” Patrick urged. His posture shifted, reminding me of a kid who was too excited to sit still as he watched Eli’s dick disappear inside his wife.

“It’s so fucking big,” she whined, although it sounded as if she loved it.

“Yes,” her husband agreed. “Take it.” The other man kept going until he was buried to the hilt, and a smile lit up Patrick’s face. His tone went heavy with pride. “Oh, that’s my girl.”

Fuck.

It was so sexy, I had to sip air in slowly through clenched teeth.

As Eli began to fuck her, a fresh wave of steam filled my body. Once again, I was up close and personal with this private sex show, and there were so many exciting things to look at, I wasn’t sure where to start.

His tempo ramped up quickly, and each slap of their bodies together sent waves rippling across her ass cheeks. I liked how his tattoo looked, the dark ink seeming to move as the muscles beneath it flexed.

I sighed with satisfaction and squirmed in Noah’s lap when his fingers speared back into me. It felt so impossibly good, like he knewexactlyhow and where to touch me. I couldn’t help the way my hips shifted, trying to get him to fuck me faster, and this subtle movement was all it took for the cup of my bra, the one that had barely stayed up, to fall.

Heat flared in his eyes as he stared down at my exposed breast, and—holy shit. He fuckinglicked his lips.

The idea he wanted his mouth on me, and wanted it badly, was so hot.

But he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed my bra had fallen. Shannon was no longer looking at her husband. She was flat on the table, her face turned to me and her cheek flattened to the tabletop while enduring Eli’s punishing rhythm.

“Can I,” she breathed, “touch you?”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and nodded.

Her hand on my breast didn’t physically feel any different from when Noah touched me, but my brain didn’t accept it.

New, it told me.Different.

And that was exciting.

As her fingertips trailed across my sensitive skin, everyone else seemed riveted, fixated on her delicate touch. Even Noah, because the pace of his fingers slowed, no longer driving into me. When she oh-so-gently pinched my nipple, I let out a sigh of enjoyment, and it broke the spell over the men.

Patrick rose out of his seat, leaned over, and unclasped his wife’s bra. The fabric and elastic sprang free, and it meant she momentarily had to stop what she was doing. She lifted off the table, leaving the bra behind, and her husband cleared it out of the way.

The sight of her topless was just as stunning as it’d been last time. Her breasts were full and beautiful, and I was sort of envious of her husband as his hands wandered across them. But then he took his seat and resumed jerking himself off, satisfied just to watch.

A deep moan came from her as Eli shifted his feet and adjusted the angle of his thrusts. He wasn’t quiet either. His little groans and labored breaths were seriously sexy.

Shannon’s touch returned to my chest, and this time it was less tentative. Her fingers bit a little harder on my nipple, and a moan escaped my lips, sandwiched between two ragged breaths.

And Noah’s fingers. Fuck me, they were skilled, hitting just the right spot, and sent electricity zipping all along my spine.

“Do you want her to suck on your tits?”

The question had come from him, but it had sounded like it was inside my head, and the moment the idea was planted, there was no other answer. “Yes.”

“Ask her.”

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