Page 21 of The Companion Love Trap

“Watching you for the past hour has been torturous. It’s like I’m being trained to be a monk and failing miserably. Then I remembered I’m not a monk and can end my torture.”

“Oh? How do you plan to do that?” I asked, my breath husky.

Jace stepped forward, the bulge he’d been pretending to hide pressed into me. My eyes fluttered closed at the contact, and I felt my panties soak.

“I hope you planned to buy these panties because I’m pretty sure if you cum in them, you can’t return them,” I purred.

“I’ll buy them all just so I can take them off you later, Firecracker.”

“Why not now?”

Jace’s eyes dilated more, if possible, as the air between us shifted. His body pushed me forward until I stepped back into the dressing room I’d been in earlier. As soon as my back hit the wall, he swooped down, stopping a mere fraction from my mouth and giving me that second to remember my rule.

“No kissing on the lips,” I gasped.

Jace growled and moved his mouth to my cheek. “I want to make it perfectly clear, this by no means has any bearing on your position. I want you, Firecracker, so will you let me show you what I promised?”

“Yes,” I moaned, his fingers digging into my hips before they pulled the fabric from my body and skated over my skin. One hand hiked my leg up around his hip as he sucked on my neck, his fingers spreading my drenched pussy open as one ran up the middle.

Jace wasted no time plunging into me as he lavished the sensitive area on my neck, leaving his mark. His fingers pushed in and out in perfect rhythm as his palm rubbed against my swollen clit. Add in the fact I could hear the others, I was turned on to the max. If I could stay in here forever, I’d be fine with that. Just toss some food under the door now and then and let Jace have his fill.

“Fucking hell, Firecracker. You’re so wet and hot. All I can think of now is how good you’ll feel wrapped around me. You’re squeezing my fingers like a greedy girl, wanting more.”

“Yes, please,” I moaned, not even ashamed. Sometimes the quickest way to get what you want was to ask.

“Not today, Everly. But soon. For now, you’ll have to drench my fingers. When I take you, I want no restrictions. I want all the time in the world to dominate you and make you beg.”

I chuckled, moving my head as I stared into his eyes. “Good luck with that.”

Jace didn’t back down, his smirk matching the one I wore as he continued to thrust his fingers into me, my legs shaking from the action. Before I could argue anymore, he curved his fingers and pinched my clit, sending me sailing over the cliff without a parachute.

My body spasmed as I came, my moans barely muffled by Jace’s neck as I screamed into him. My arms and leg wrapped around him, clinging to him as I shuddered.

“That was beautiful, Ev,” Jace said, peering at me with more awe than I expected. His eyes were still blown, and I licked my lips as I watched him suck my essence off his fingertips. “Mm, fucking delicious. I can’t wait to taste it with my tongue. You and I are going to have fun on this cruise. Now, let’s finish up and grab that lunch I owe you. I’m suddenly starving.”

His body left me, and I had the urge to pull him back before I remembered who I was. I straightened myself, acting as cool and aloof as possible in only a bra, my cum dripping down my thighs.

“That dress won’t work. We’ll try something new,” he teased, reminding me why we’d come in here in the first place.

Jace backed out of the dressing room, palming his large erection and winking before he closed the door, leaving me wondering what the hell I’d just gotten myself into.

Who needed a hot girl summer when you could have a curvy girl voyage? I’d take a cruise with Jace and his dirty mouth any day.

seven

KIERAN

My fingers flew over the ivory keys as my need to release the stress sitting on my shoulders pressed into me. I missed a key but kept going, trying to ignore how the off-tune note sounded in my ear. Then I fumbled two more, the chords pinging and echoing in my mind. Then three, my fingers flailing over the keys as I rushed to catch up to the notes running through my head. The stumble turned into a downward crash as my hands stopped mid-song, my fists pounding against the wrong keys and the dissonance rang out.

“Wrong, wrong!” I groused, the chords clashing and echoing in my ears as I tried to breathe evenly.

Falling forward onto the black grand piano, I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my ears and covering up the music I couldn’t play.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never play the way I did at the club. The complete freedom behind the mask allowed my brain to take a hike, allowing my fingers and heart to do the rest. And when she appeared, I soared as the music crescendoed around us, jostling our two souls together for those brief moments in a perfect cadence.

Mo Chuisle, or the Fairy as the crowd called her, was a gift I could never deserve. She showed her face and played so openly for everyone to hear. Her bravery knew no bounds.

Beneath my mask, I played without pressure, enjoying how the music healed my battered soul. And playing with Mo Chuisle, she became the beat of my heart, making the music come alive in a whole new way, one I’d never felt before.

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