Page 97 of The Broker

I went into freefall with all the attention, but the wildest thing was... none of it mattered as much as Noah’s. Could he tell how much I was loving this? How incredible it was to be sharing this withhim?

Moans swelled from Shannon, and because of the way we were positioned, I could feel every one of his thrusts as they reverberated through her body. Eli had been satisfied when he’d started to caress my breasts, but soon it hadn’t been enough. His fingertips skated across my stomach, trailing downward so he could fit his fingers between my legs and touch my clit.

I gasped. His simple touch, with everything else happening around me, was pure bliss.

A second orgasm for me loomed on the horizon, and it sounded like it might be the same for Shannon. Our group became a mass of sweaty bodies, moving, touching,fucking... held together by pleasure.

I was adrift in it, with my gaze fixed on Noah like he was my only anchor.

And eventually, a wave of ecstasy crashed over us, each cresting at a different time. Shannon was the first to succumb, and when her orgasm’s hold faded, she grabbed her husband’s head and pulled him into a feverish kiss.

His fist pumped, his grip so tight it had to be hard for him to slide the head of his cock through it, but he did it. All the while, his shoulders rose and fell with his enormous, labored breaths. Then he shuddered, clamping tighter around the tip, and moaned through each pulse.

Cum leaked out between his fingers, streaking down his shaft.

It was dirty, and sexy as fuck.

“You going to come for me?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

I turned my head, finding Eli staring at me as his fingers rubbed faster on my clit. Sparks of pleasure radiated from his touch, but it was Noah’s hand on me, the one that gently squeezed my thigh, that felt the best.

Had he done it to remind me of his presence? If so, it was unnecessary. He dominated my thoughts, and my focus never strayed far.

No,I almost said out loud to Eli.I’m going to come for him.

I stared into Noah’s stunning eyes for as long as I could, until the pleasure became too much.

This orgasm? It tore through me.

The power of it shook me to my core, my elbows gave out, and I collapsed to the tabletop with a loud bang. As the bliss rolled through me, it grew more intense. Sharper. It verged on pain and deactivated my brain. So it took me a long moment to realize Eli’s fingers were still pressed to me, and I had to squirm and put my hand on top of his to signal he needed to stop.

My clit was way too sensitive, but, thankfully, his sinful fingers moved away.

As I lay across the table, my chest working overtime to drag air in and out of my body, I peered up at Noah and sensed his orgasm wouldn’t be far behind mine.

I was right.

By the sound of it, his climax was powerfully strong. He groaned like he’d finished some Herculean effort, and his face, sheened with sweat, contorted. It filled with dark satisfaction, and his gaze pierced into me, like I’d been the one to give him all this pleasure.

It was so fucking hot, it stole my breath.

We were still melded together, unmoving, and as our bodies began to cool, awareness and tension crept in.

Shannon broke it with a laugh and attempted to straighten. “Okay. My legs are shot. I think I need to sit.”

Noah acted quickly. He kept one hand on her as he stepped back and then offered her the other hand to help her sit beside her husband. She lowered gingerly into her seat, and as soon as she was done, Patrick was there, cradling her face and delivering a passionate kiss.

It was romantic. Sweet. A smile spread slowly across my face as I watched. Maybe it was intruding, but they didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t watch long, anyway. Noah slipped a hand under my arm and drew me up until I was sitting and then eased me off the table and onto my feet in front of him.

His kiss burned, but just as I opened my mouth to slide my tongue over his, he ended the kiss and lifted his head.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.

I tilted my head, watching him go, and enjoyed his sexy ass as he strode to the closet-sized bathroom.

The leather squealed against bare skin as Eli scooted over in the booth, making room for me—but not much. He wanted me to sit right beside him. While I did want to sit because my legs were still trembling, post-orgasm, I wasn’t going to.

Doing that felt weird, especially without Noah around.

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