Page 7 of The Companion Love Trap

We were one, breathing as one, playing as one, a true cadence.

Deciding to see how far I could push him, I moved my foot onto his thigh. He tensed, missing a note, but recovered quickly. I didn’t move my foot; I left it resting between his legs as we played. At first, I thought I imagined it, but as the number came to a close, there was no doubt in my mind—Phantom was hard.

As soon as the song ended, the piano bench scraped back, and he bolted off stage, leaving me a breathless mess on top of the piano. Carefully, I slid off and bowed before I made my exit. Phantom was nowhere to be found, his dark attire blending in with everything around me. My heart sank as I realized I’d pushed him too far. Shit.

“Meu Tudo,” Cruz called out in Portuguese from the other direction. His words caused my heartbeat to hitch. I didn’t know what they meant, finding it easier to pretend it was casual in my ignorance.

“Hey,” I said in my sultry voice, turning and giving him a sexy smile. “Did I pass?” I smirked, my eyes coy as I walked closer. My thighs rubbed together with each step, the slickness apparent and proving how wet I’d become. I could feel it dripping between my legs, coating me. Between the earlier tease, the vibrating panties, and my tête-à-tête with Phantom, my pussy had flooded.

Cruz’s strong hands gripped my hips as he pulled me closer, his lower half bumping into my belly. He ran his nose up my throat, licking me as he neared my ear. Goosebumps spread over my body as it trembled with need.

“What do you think?” His erection rubbed against me, and my eyes rolled back at the contact. His dick was so good. Top ten of dicks, and I was a hussy for it. No shame in my game.

He lifted me into his arms, my violin and bow still in my hands. Cruz growled when he realized and turned us toward the end of the stage where my case was. He sat me down for a second to secure it before he grabbed me again. His hands didn’t stop moving over me as he touched every inch he could.

“Ensure Everly’s violin is taken care of,” he ordered, pointing to Tom.

“Hey! Don’t boss him around,” I muttered as I narrowed my eyes. “And he has a name.”

Tom froze as he glanced between us, his eyes widening as he reached for my violin and bow.

“It’s okay. I was coming to get it anyway,” he said, swallowing. “Your shoes.”

Tom held them out to me, but Cruz snapped them up, a feral look crossing his face. I didn’t think he liked Tom holding his favorite shoes. I rolled my eyes, not enjoying the jealousy. This was why I didn’t do relationships. I wanted to be free and unhindered. No mess, no stress.

“We both know that’s not the real reason,” a dark voice whispered in my mind, but I ignored it like usual, focusing on the heat between my legs and the orgasm I desperately needed.

Yes. Orgasms. Focus on the orgasms.

Cruz didn’t say anything else to Tom or me before he picked me up like I didn’t weigh over 200 lbs. His muscles flexed against my body, his bronze and tattooed skin on display as his arms wrapped around me.

The first time he’d picked me up, I’d tried to get down. He had only scowled and told me to trust him and that it was offensive to myself and him to believe he couldn’t carry me. I’d realized he was right. I’d fallen back into my old thoughts that I was too heavy to be carried.

I might be heavier than some girls, but that didn’t make me too heavy or worth any less. And that was a significant distinction for me to make. As well as acknowledging that, yes, some men might not be able to pick me up—which was also okay—but others were. I couldn’t make that decision for them any more than they could for me.

Cruz knew his body and ability, and I was reverse-size shaming him by telling him what he was capable of based on my perceived notions.

So, I kept my mouth shut and let him.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice where we were headed until the noise of the VIPs surrounded us. My forehead creased as I took in the scene.

“I thought we were avoiding VIP?”

“No, you said it was a bummer about VIP. If you don’t want to be here, I can take you back onto the dance floor.”

He lifted his eyebrow in question as he waited. There was so much unsaid in his message.

Are you going to let others keep you away?

If you walk down there, I’ll tease you all night, but never let you come.

Trust me, and I’ll make you feel good.

Glancing out at the sea of models, I realized I was being dumb. Fucking in VIP was our thing, and I wouldn’t let others keep me from it. I did trust Cruz, and my body yearned for him. If I went back downstairs, I would be in agony all night as he edged me until I couldn’t breathe.

“Fine. I’m curious how you plan to pull this off.” My voice had grown husky again as the desire returned.

Cruz smirked, his eyes shining as he placed me on my feet and pulled me onto the smaller dance floor. If there was one thing I could count on, it was that Cruz would make me feel good and put on a show. The man was an exhibitionist and loved to push the limits, reinforcing my own kinky needs. The confines of VIP gave him enough protection, making it our go-to destination most nights.

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