Page 88 of The Broker

He brought his lips right to the shell of his wife’s ear. “Should we head below?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

The lake was relatively quiet with hardly any boats passing, but we weren’t alone, and it was clear they wanted privacy for our group.

Tonight’s show would be closed to the public, invitation only.

I took Noah’s hand when he offered to help me from my seat.

Once we were below deck, Shannon gave us a brief tour, and the interior of the boat reminded me a bit of a tour bus. It was compact, with a low ceiling and tight layout, made worse because there were five of us. But it was elegantly finished. The floor was hardwood, and the furniture was covered in leather, making it feel luxurious and upscale.

From the steps leading back up, the galley kitchen was to our left. On our right, white leather cushioned seating wrapped around a table, creating a U-shaped booth. The head, complete with a shower, was a small room past the galley, and the sliding door beyond that was open. It revealed a decent-sized bed tucked against the bow, surrounded by storage cabinets.

Shannon motioned to the booth for us to take a seat. There wasn’t room to do much else, so I set my drink down on the table and went first. I slid around the cushioned bench, leaving spacefor people to sit on either side of me. Noah followed, as did Eli on the other side, but since the table was narrow, it didn’t leave much room. My knees rested against their knees, and although it was an innocent touch, my breath went shallow.

I snatched up my White Claw and took a big gulp, trying to quench a thirst that I suspected my drink couldn’t help.

Patrick pressed a few buttons on a panel on the galley wall, and music began to play through the sound system. It was a smoky, sexy mix of electronic beats and bass.

Was this playlist called ‘Music to fuck to?’ Because it was perfect.

As Shannon finished her drink, she swayed her hips to the beat, and when her husband gripped her hips from behind, she rubbed provocatively against him. All the while, her gaze was locked on us, her captive audience at the table.

His hands wandered over her curves, caressing her, and she turned over her shoulder to kiss him. It was slow and sensual, and I strangely found the way she kissed him much hotter than the way he touched her.

“I think you need to lose this dress,” he said, sounding full of seduction.

She agreed, and her vibrant red hair shimmered in the warm light of the cabin when she nodded. She held still as her husband stood behind her, grabbed fistfuls of the skirt of her dress, and dragged the fabric up.

The stretchy knit gave way, revealing sexy, purple lace panties, and as her dress continued up, her matching bra. The eggplant color looked good against her fair, lightly freckled skin, and once again, I was envious of her body.

Her dress was tossed aside, and the tension in the room wound tighter as everyone stared at her skimpy lingerie. I liked attention, but I didn’t mind one bit that she had all of it right now.

Her husband wrapped his arms around her, and she leaned back into him, but his focus turned to Eli. “I want to watch,” he said, “you make my wife come.”

Holy shit.

Eli didn’t need to be told twice. He was up out of his seat in a flash, and a huge smile broke out on Shannon’s face at his enthusiasm. Patrick stepped out of the way, and it was like the changing of the guard when he moved and took Eli’s now vacant seat at the table.

I finished my drink as quickly as possible, not wanting to miss a second of the show. Eli sauntered around Shannon and surveyed her like he was figuring out the best place to start.

Patrick had been deliberate and sensual, but Eli ‘s style was fast and aggressive. He stepped up behind her, smoothed a palm over her stomach, and shoved that hand beneath the lace of her panties.

My breath came and went in short bursts.

As he touched her, she bowed and arched, and her face twisted like he was wringing pleasure from her. The hand moving beneath the purple fabric wasn’t gentle either. His fingers were insistent, demanding.

Her lips parted to draw in air in ragged gulps, and between them, she made little whimpers of need. It was clear he liked hearing it, and an almost evil smile burned across his face. He liked teasing her, but now it wasn’t enough for him.

When he urged her forward, she stumbled until she had her palms flattened to the table, leaning over it.

I was much more interested in men than I was in women, but it was undeniable how hot she looked like this. Her full breasts were barely contained in her bra, and leaning over the table? It made her cleavage even better.

Eli didn’t have to use words to order her to stay like that. Everyone knew, and she complied while he stepped back andshed his shirt. I’d noticed the dark artwork crawling up his forearm when I’d first seen him at the dock, but now that he was shirtless, the full tattoo sleeve was on display.

It looked good on him, but his chiseled muscles and defined abdominals? Yeah, those looked even better. There was no arguing he was physically attractive. Maybe if Shannon were to rate these two bulls on looks alone, she might say Eli held the edge over Noah.

But, God, she’d be wrong.

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