Page 96 of The Broker

I knew what that felt like, how much I liked the sensation when a guy’s release pulsed inside me. I hoped soon I’d know what that felt like with the man standing beside me.

Eli’s eyes were closed like Shannon’s were, and their bodies remained still for a long moment. Then he released her arms, she slid off him, and she stumbled forward on unsteady legs. She collided with us both, but Noah’s arm went around her, keeping her on her feet as she tried to catch her breath.

Without a word, Eli turned and disappeared into the bathroom, probably to get rid of the condom and clean up. The cabin lulled into silence for a tense moment.

What happens now?

I sensed Noah’s gaze on me, and when I turned to look, I found his face full of intensity. His voice was deep and wicked and hushed. “You want me to fuck her?”

Again, there was no other answer I could give. “Yes.”

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Say it.”

It was like he’d punched the air clean out of my lungs. His order wasn’t just hot—it was incendiary. Shit, I wanted it so bad, my voice trembled with need. “I want you to fuck her, Daddy.”

The beautiful brown of his irises deepened.

Then he straightened, and his arm fell away from me. Once he was sure Shannon was okay without his support, he padded on his bare feet a few steps and reached for his pants.

“Get on the table,” he said, “like how I was.”

It was clear this order was for me, and I followed it. I sat on the lacquered wood and found it warm in the spot he’d just left, and cold elsewhere against my heated skin. While I took my seat, he pulled out a condom, tore the wrapper, and put it on.

His intense gaze was almost reluctant to leave mine, but it did, and it swung to the other woman. They exchanged a look, him asking his silent question, and Shannon gave him a sexy smirk of approval.

My heart was beating in my throat when he led her to the edge of the table and urged her to stand between my parted knees.

“Lean back on your elbows,” he said.

Again, this command was meant for me. I dropped back, supporting myself on my bent elbows, and once I was how he wanted, he guided her to lean over and place her hands on the tabletop on either side of my body.

“Oh,” I breathed.

The position caused her breasts to kiss mine, and the brush of her soft skin and nipples against mine was so much sexier than I’d expected.

I was only vaguely aware when Eli returned and slipped into the booth. I was more focused on the other woman, and the handsome man moving behind her, preparing.

My lungs squeezed as I watched Noah’s eyes haze and heard Shannon’s whimper of pleasure. I couldn’t see exactly what happened, but I didn’t need to. He’d eased himself inside.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

This hadn’t meant to be a command from me, but he seemed to take it as one.

Once he started moving, there weren’t adequate words to describe how much I enjoyed it. God, I adored being beneath them, loved how he stared at me like he was fuckingmeand not the woman between us. He had one hand on her hip, but the other was gripping my thigh, and the connection between us felt powerfully intimate.

Like it was just him and me.

Once he established his pace, everything began to blur and fade, lost to the blaze of desire and pleasure. Shannon’s mouth was on my neck, my breasts. I glanced to my left and saw Patrick was fucking his fist in earnest now. I looked to my right and found Eli leaned back in his seat, his arm flung casually across the back of the booth.

But he was staring at me with dark desire.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

The answers came quickly when Noah asked them, but with Eli it was more complicated. I didn’t feel much desire for him—it was more curiosity. But it was intense.

“Yes,” I said.

He looked fucking thrilled, sat forward, and immediately glided a hand across my chest, palming my breasts.

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