Page 53 of Pervade London
Mozart…
A brilliant symphony, ingenious in its creation, destined to leave my strings as the music in my head rushed through me until I was nothing…the endless pleasure possessing me, freeing me until I vanished from the room.
The notes reached a crescendo.
I became aware of his hand as it covered my mouth, suppressing my moan as I came hard, shuddering violently, my body wracked with erotic pleasure.
I’d been so wantonlyhis.
My fingers ached from where I’d gripped both edges of the table during an endless orgasm.
It was in a daze that I felt him pull me up and straighten my skirt. I sat on the end of the table with my legs dangling and my heart thumping.
James lifted my chin as though gauging my reaction to what he’d just accomplished. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose affectionately. It was an intimate, kind gesture…just what I needed in that moment.
My hair spilled over my face and James eased apart the strands to peer at me with a smile; the kind a tutor bestows upon a student for a pleasing performance.
I watched him walk over to the chair and pick up my Strad. He carried it back to me and placed it in my arms, keeping hold of the bow.
I had nothing left to say…all words had been stolen by him in such an exquisite way that my internal muscles clenched, yearning for more.
What’s happening?
James helped me climb off the table. His fingers interwove with mine as he led me out and down the hallway. I felt too shaken up to resist.
I pulled back when he began to climb the steps to the stage. “I had my chance.”
“Turns out you get another.”
“How?”
“You’re with me.”
Apprehension made my heart skip a beat. We were breaking the rules by returning to the concert hall.
With the confidence of a man who could steal a lover away and not show remorse, he guided me to the center of the stage where the spotlight shone upon us. I blinked into the darkness of the vast seating area below and was terrified to see the judges staring up at me.
James handed me my bow. “Play your Strad likethat, Emily.”
I watched him leave with a feeling of regret. I could have questioned him, found out who he really was…what he did, and perhaps get a message to Xander.
He’d left me dazed with my legs still trembling, my thighs sticky. My sex was throbbing from the pleasure he’d brought.
Stunned into silence, I looked toward the spotlight, blinking and trying to see past the front rows of seats. It was too dark. I inhaled sharply, trying to catch my breath.
Patrick Woo narrowed his gaze on me, intrigued.
I forced a smile.
“Whenever you’re ready,” said Mr. Woo.
Another judge gestured with an elegant hand. “You have another piece you’d like us to hear?”
“Mozart,” I whispered.
This…a moment that shouldn’t be.
My eyes having adjusting to the dark, I caught sight of Ballad making his way to the back of the auditorium. He slipped out of the exit.
