Chapter 9

“Hey boss, we’re running low on gas.” Kevin’s voice over the intercom jolted them back to reality and Amber realized she’d fallen asleep with Jon’s body laying heavily over hers. He was stirring as the sound of his bodyguard’s voice was getting more insistent through the speaker.

“Hold on, hold on. Where are we?”

“Hell, I don’t know. We’ve been going in circles for a couple hours now.” He shot back honestly uncertain of their location.

Amber lifted her head quizzically “can you tell me what street we’re on and the cross street?”

“Hold on.” He checked with the driver before coming back on the speaker “Fifth and Granite.”

“Oh good. There’s a gas station two blocks down on the right. When you get done I’ll direct you to my house.” Smiling warmly at the man that was now scrambling off her to find his clothes and throwing hers at her. The sound of the intercom clicking off left them alone again. “You don’t mind dropping me there do you?” She didn’t anticipate him coming in. She had a cat and knew from everything she read that he hated cats.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily this time, darlin” his lips quirking up at the corners into an exceptionally warm smile.

Shivering from the thrill of this man, this exquisite specimen calling her darling, she qualified her statement “I don’t plan on getting away, I was thinking of you” shrugging lightly.

“Me? Explain.” Busily tying his shoe as he waited for a reasonable explanation as to why she wanted to be ‘dropped off’.

Swallowing hard, she didn’t want to jinx her newfound appreciation of the man that she previously just loved watching in concert. “I have a cat. She’s very sweet and loving, but I know you don’t like cats.”

Clearing his throat at this revelation, he had to think it through “it’s not that I don’t like cats. I’m allergic to them.”

“So you should have Kevin drop me off at my place and you go back to Evan’s and you won’t have to suffer the exposure to her.”

“Just one cat?” He wasn’t ready to relinquish her company, not after his long months of celibacy and his newly acquired craving to be close to her at any cost.

Nodding cheerfully, she grinned at him “her name is Bounce.”

“Bounce?” that was a new one on him, he’d heard Jon and Jovi and multiple variations of the band’s name and his, nicknames and just about everything else surrounding his life was open to interpretation and use as a pet’s name, but Bounce was new.

“She was named after the song. That and she tends to bounce around a lot.”

“Mmmm. Well if I start swelling and sneezing, I’ll have to leave, but maybe I won’t react to her.” There had been specific incidents where he’d managed to withstand contact with cats without adverse reactions like on the set of Leading Man and was hopeful this would be another.

“I can live with that, but fair warning, I didn’t know I’d be entertaining tonight so the place is kind of a mess.” Wrinkling her nose in dismay, she shrugged again, there wasn’t anything she could do about it now. She had straightened up some in the rooms that Evan may have seen if he and Summer had come in, but the bulk of the house and specifically her bedroom were a disaster area.

Laughing lightly, he directed her back to him so he could zip her dress and make her more presentable when she exited the vehicle at her house. “I’ll close my eyes.”

Inwardly she was cringing over the very real possibility that he might enter her spare bedroom and see the collection of Bon Jovi memorabilia that was amassed there. She made a mental note that she’d have to steer him away from that particular room. “Honestly, if you don’t want to deal with the cat and the mess I’d understand” dissembling politely.

“I’m fine, really. Besides darlin, I’d like to see what kind of woman I’m getting myself involved with. You can tell a lot by a person’s home.”

“Great, now I know I’m sunk. The place is a wreck, I have a cat that thinks she owns the place and my dirty laundry is heaped on the floor. Wonderful first impression I’m going to make.” She left off the fact that her coffee table was strewn with magazines, his picture on the cover of most of them, there was that poster of him in her bedroom that she doubted he’d miss and then there were the concert t-shirts that populated the mentioned dirty clothes pile. Not that she could refuse him anything when he called her darlin’.

Pulling her back against his chest, his very talented tongue circling her earlobe “your first impression was memorable, I doubt that your place can change my mind.”

“Mmm, we’ll see,” her body reacting swiftly to the sensation of his lips and tongue trailing down the column of her neck “I don’t think it’ll be what you expect.”

His voice was a whisper against her damp skin cooling it as he spoke “I’m not easily surprised.”

Chuckling through the hazy mist his touch was causing, Amber instinctively knew he’d never walked into a place like hers.

Purring her enjoyment of his mouth teasing her ears, she didn’t hear Kevin’s voice at first.

“Darlin’ I think he needs directions.” Jon’s voice crooned into her ear, his tongue darting in and around distracting her and sending shivers straight to her core.

“Umm. It’s at 302 Freedom Lane. Take Granite south about a half mile and turn left onto Patriot, from there it’s three lights to Freedom. Make a right there and mine is the fourth house on the left. It’s a red brick ranch with an old fashioned street light in the front yard.”

“Patriotic neighborhood?” Jon grinned wryly.

Shaking her head, she turned to face him, “the man that started the development was a WWII vet and he named all the streets. Are you sure you don’t want to go stay at Evan’s? My place isn’t fit for a rock star.” She bit her lip after the words passed them, she’d never referred to him as that before.

“Positive and since when did I become a rock star in your eyes?”

“You’re not, so shut up and kiss me.” Her lips bore down on his, an idea had hit her that might keep her dirty little secret safe.

Falling into her spell, his mouth softened against hers and any thought of questioning his little blond vixen flew from his mind. Her lips were sweet, still tasting slightly of the wine she drank at the party and later in the limo, her tongue intoxicating as the alcohol they consumed and even more was the way she moved against him chasing any thoughts except those of fucking her until neither of them could walk. His hands were tangled in her hair, holding her head against his as he drank in everything she offered, still wanting more.

Amber tried to concentrate on her plan though having Jon’s mouth, his hands and his body so accessible and so willing wasn’t helping her think as her body was turning to molten lava, while she was unsuccessfully attempting to pay attention to the movement of the limo so she knew how close they were to her home.

Chapter 8

Amber sank into his embrace, shuddering with her own need. Their lips collided, parted and softened as their mouths joined and his tongue darted into hers, she sighed as she reclined backwards, Jon pushing against her, neither caring about anything except this moment. Her arms rose and her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him against her, wanting more, needing everything he could give. His fingers held her face tightly between them, he didn’t want her to move, his mouth devouring hers, hungry for her taste, her aroma intoxicating him as he could smell the increasingly pungent scent of her sex, his lips left her mouth, showering her face with kisses, trailing around to her ear, nipping and savoring the contours of it as he memorized every inch of her satiny skin, tugging on the lobes with his teeth, her diamond earring laying hard against the inside of his mouth, his hands smoothing the way as they slipped down the shaft of her neck, pushing away the tiny straps that held her dress in place.

He heard the hitch of her breathing as she gave herself to the feel of this, his mouth following the path of his hands, covering her velvety skin tanned from the Miami sun with hungry kisses, his tongue flicking out tasting as he found his way to one of her magnificent breasts, beautiful, natural and weighty. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked ever so gently on it, felt her shiver and sucked harder, the fingers of his left hand fastened on her right breast, rolling the jewel hard nipple between his experienced fingers, she gasped as he bit down playfully, squeezing the opposite nipple with his hand at the same time, his own need throbbing between his legs, wanting to take her quickly, yet needing to know that he was providing her complete satisfaction.

Amber was lost to the sensual world of incredible sensations, lightning bolts of desire streaking through her straight to her core that was yearning to feel the length of him inside her again. Holding tightly to his hair, biting down on her lip to keep from making any sounds that Kevin and the driver might hear even over the hard pounding sounds of AC/DC that Jon flipped on when he entered the limo. Her heart was thrumming in her ears as the rolling thunder of her escalating passion blocked everything except the feel of his mouth suckling her nipples, completely unaware of when he’d unzipped her dress and laid her skin bare to his ministrations or when she’d reclined completely onto the seat and he’d moved to kneeling beside it as if she was a feast placed before him.

Sensitive only to the contact points of his body and hers that were limited to his hand on one breast and his mouth working oh so skillfully on the other, bringing her to the brink of orgasm with only his mouth and fingers that played her like the strings of his guitar. She bit back a groan as his hand slid under the hem of her dress and lightly trailed up the inside of her thigh to the apex, shivering at the contact when he pushed her thong out of the way, hearing the satisfied groan in his throat when he came in contact with the sweet salty nectar that was pooled there.

The first wave of her orgasm hit when his fingers parted her lips and slipped upwards towards her already engorged clit, he pinched it lightly and nipped on her rock hard tit and she broke with a cry, her body wracked with streaking, soaring sensations, relentlessly he stroked her, as she cried out again, getting rocked by explosions going off in her head, gasping and begging for him to allow her to breathe while her body screamed for more, wanting the whole of him inside her. Watching the emotions rolling across her face, he could feel his heart pounding with his need to give her everything and desire to see every inch of her satiny skin, he rose on his knees and lifted her easily, boneless in her half-sentient state, to divest her of her beautiful gown that was then discarded casually onto the opposite seat and he sank back down, still fully dressed while she now was exposed completely to his appreciative gaze.

Hesitating as he memorized her body, his lips met hers again, and she sighed into his mouth, his hand splayed across the flat of her belly, gently caressing her. Amber wished this moment would never end, his hand drifted lower and went back to exploring, drenched again in the heat of her fluids, stroking, caressing, ever more insistently driving her on, his finger entering the slick canal to the responding surge of her hips against his hand, tasting her hunger on his lips, he countered by inserting a second and third finger inside, her moan of pleasure eliciting a deeper desire within him, stroking her deeply inside, his thumb rasping against her clit, as he did she was lost in the haze of ecstasy begging for surcease, the craving to have him inside almost painful.

She whimpered when his mouth left hers, clamping down on her breast, suckling again, sending her over the edge as she came for what she expected would be multiple times. Barely able to breathe again, she trembled as the chill of the air in the car hit her exposed damp skin where he was trailing wet, open mouthed kisses down her length, reaching for him and only able to grasp his arm as he moved, his fingers still working inside her, finding her g-spot that had never before been discovered, she screamed his name again as the waves crashed over her, then his lips and tongue were there, tasting, sucking and nipping at her, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair, she begged and cried as she flew to the heavens and convulsed in staggering orgasm after orgasm. Finally, he looked up at her sated expression, wiping her juices from his mouth, a gleam of satisfaction on those insatiable lips. “Now it’s my turn.” He stripped his clothes off in record time not willing to wait for what lay so delectably before him.

Licking her lips hungrily at the sight of his fully erect penis directly in her line of vision, reaching for it she was disappointed when he gently pushed her hands away.

“Not now darlin’, I can only hold it back so long” almost apologizing for needing release himself.

Squirming slightly on the seat, she watched through hooded eyes, drinking in the beauty of his body, from the well-developed arms to his washboard abs with special attention to the smattering of freckles that she loved since she first noticed them and intended to play connect the dots with later and lower to the curlies that she always wanted to run her fingers through. “No apology needed, cum and get me” her voice sounding more like a low growl in her ears, unaccustomed to the sexual fever that he aroused in her.

His lips quirked up into a lopsided smirk that she loved as he lowered himself down on her, nudging her thighs apart to settle between them, his mouth coming down on hers, nothing gentle about their kiss this time, it was all encompassing, their mouths locked in intense passion while their tongues performed an ancient ritual of thrust and parry. She reached upward to tangle in his hair again and braced on his elbows, hovering over her, he caressed her slit with the hard, throbbing length of his cock, rubbing over it, the friction of it against her clit enhancing the need that pounded inside her, groaning as he teased, then he shifted and she could feel the head of his dick entering her, slowly, almost painfully so and she stretched to take him all. The full length of his engorged member filling her to its hilt taking an eternity, then he withdrew until he was almost completely out, she whimpered at the feeling of loss, the next stroke was faster as was the next, finding their rhythm as the heat rose and their matched desire infused their lovemaking.

As they took pleasure in each other’s need, the rhythm increased, Jon wanting more, needing to be deeper inside her, Amber lifting her legs to wrap around his hips, allowing him more access, aching for more of him. Jon’s mouth trailed around to her ear again, tasting, licking, nibbling as she moaned her enjoyment, shifting one hand to his nipples to tweak one to sense his reaction and was pleased when he thrust harder and deeper, filing that away in her memory for the next time. Grabbing hold then when his rhythm increased, giving her what she wanted, Amber gave over control to him and rode the waves as their passion lifted them to levels neither visited with others. Losing all sense of time or place, she took him deeper, he plunged harder and they both enjoyed rising swiftly to the edge of the canyon of ecstasy and pulling him with her they tumbled over and down into the depths of sexual satiation and the encompassing blackness of orgasmic completion.

Laying there naked with him still buried inside her Amber sighed, nothing in her life prepared her for this, not only having Jon Bon Jovi inside her, but having watched him making love to her in the reflection of the sunroof. It had been beautiful and as he laid against her, his eyes closed, reveling in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm, Amber silently thanked the gods for bringing him to her. No matter what happened next, she’d gotten a gift wrapped in 5’9” of the most perfect man she ever imagined.

Chapter 7

Amber found herself being escorted out the front door by Kevin, her arm draped casually over the crook of his, with his left hand carefully settled over top to hide her shaking. After he explained their ruse, she discovered she had a case of nerves. They were walking out as if they were a couple, ducking into Jon’s waiting limo that was parked out front like all of the others and then they’d drive around to the side door and pick Jon up and Kevin would move to the front seat with the driver. Sounded to her like a sensible plan and so far it was going smoothly, but it didn’t stop her from having a huge case of nerves. “Are you sure about this?”

“Smile and act like we’re a couple.” He assured her, his own tux hiding the fact he was security, not an attendee, this wasn’t Jon’s style or at least not of late. Picking up women was something he used to do back in the day, but since his divorce Jon spent more time running from women than inviting them into his life. It was something they’d discuss later he was sure as after this many years they were closer than just bodyguard and boss. Amber nodded, plastered on a sweet smile and ran the gauntlet of press without a single flashbulb going off and slipped into the back of one of the dozen or so limos waiting in the circle while Kevin sat on the seat opposite her. “Good job, now to get the boss.”

Sitting back against the glove leather interior, Amber let her eyes study the amenities, there was the ever present mini-bar, a DVD player, a solid black privacy partition between the driver and them, and a stereo system that she suspected could rock the place, but her eyes came to rest on the sunroof had mirrored tint on it reflecting back the interior of the car, all of it illuminated by tiny theater lights that gave the inside a warm glow. The man knew how to ride in style. She closed her eyes briefly, letting her mind absorb everything and realized that for the first time she hadn’t looked at him like a rock and roll god, he was a man that appeared to care about her. The rush of cool air and the sound of the car door closing brought her back to the present, he was in the car and smiling that oh so familiar perfect smile and it was only for her. “You escaped.”

“I knew what was waiting for me.” He shrugged out of his jacket, the bow tie following closely behind, his long slender fingers unfastening the top button of his dress shirt. “Now, I’m going to collect that kiss.” His lips came down on hers in a rush; there was no waiting for what he wanted, not after having missed her as badly as he had for the last two months.

Chapter 6

“Amber listen” his voice was low, almost a purr “do you know Kevin?”

Questioningly she gazed up “no, should I?”

“He’s my bodyguard.”

“Oh, the big guy that walks with you in all the pictures?”

Laughing lightly, a laugh she knew much better than any casual fan would. “Yeah, him. I have to do what I came here for, while I’m up there” he nodded towards the stage “I want you to find him and this has to be said precisely, tell him that Frank told you to be discreet. You got that?”

“Frank? As in Frank Sinatra?” It was her turn to laugh.

Stopping on the floor, his eyebrows knitted together “do I even want to know how you know that?”

“Not really” she admitted impishly, if he knew how much she really knew about him he’d probably run quickly the opposite direction.

Considering it, he shrugged again, it really didn’t matter so long as she was with him “as soon as I do my bit, we’re out of here.” The song was over and he escorted her back to Evan and Summer, who she could see was simmering in her own envy.

“And when exactly were you going to tell me you’d already met Jon?” Evan growled.

Smiling sweetly, Amber innocently eyed her boss “I don’t have to tell you everything, you know.”

Frowning, he could see Jon across the room talking to some of the board members, deciding it figured that he knew them already, then he was up at the podium without any fanfare and all eyes turned to Jon.

“Evan,” Amber tugged on his arm “I’m not feeling well, I’m going to take a cab home.” It was the most convenient excuse she could come up with on short notice.

“You’re sure? What about Jon?”

“I think my period’s coming. I already told him I wasn’t feeling well, make my apologies for me, please?” No man would question that even though her period had just been there two weeks prior. Pleading for his assistance when none was needed, but it would help cover their ruse.

Nodding, he returned his attention to Jon as she slipped away in search of Kevin.

“Hello, my name is Jon Bon Jovi.” He waited for the applause to settle, one eye keeping Amber in his peripheral vision as she sought out and found Kevin who glanced at him, he nodded almost imperceptibly and as Kev escorted her out of sight he relaxed and continued “as many of you know I believe strongly in volunteerism, in fact, our motto is that volunteerism is the new black. Habitat for Humanity is a great cause, it helps people get a hand up instead of a hand out and tonight to help the cause there is a silent auction for you to bid on various items that companies have generously donated to help raise money. In my hands I have something else for you to bid on.” He held up a plain white envelope “in my hand is the chance for one of you, or one of your companies to receive a private concert with my band” he waited while the gathered crowd settled down again “it’ll be over there for you to bid on and then it’ll be on the website for a week. The bidding starts at $10,000 and remember every dime that is raised will go directly to Habitat, so it will be tax deductible. That’s all I’ve come to say, you have yourself a good night.” The roar of applause hit him as he left the stage, a sound he was well accustomed to although he found that it meant more these days when it was for his charitable work rather than from the adoring fans at his shows.

Chapter 5

Richie kept saying that he was making too much of it, there were plenty of women to choose from in the world and she most likely would want nothing to do with him after he left her in that jetliner’s head. Following the scent, he mused that fate was probably playing a cruel joke on him; the woman wearing the perfume most likely was sixty, fat and no fan of his. As he approached Evan, still on the trail of the mystery woman wearing the perfume, the thought occurred that the scent wasn’t just the perfume that attracted him, it was her musky scent mixed with it that drew him to her, that was missing tonight so he resigned himself to meeting this friend of Evan’s and leaving to drown his regrets in wine. “Hey man.”

“Jon,” Evan turned to Amber grinning like a school boy ready to enjoy the surprise he’d prepared “I’d like to introduce you to...” Turning to face her boss’s friend, her mouth fell as she saw him.

“Amber, love the name, love the color, same color as whiskey.” His heart skipped a beat and then stopped dead. It was her, standing before him looking radiant, her dress enveloping her like deep, red wine and he found himself entranced. Her eyes shimmered; she blushed as he spoke those same words that got him into trouble the first time. “I missed you at the party.”

Her blush deepened, she licked her lips, this wasn’t real, Jon wasn’t standing before her looking so remarkably sexy in a tuxedo, it had to be some kind of dream “you didn’t give me the address.”

“I figured everyone in Miami knew where he lived.”

“I didn’t, besides I went to visit my widowed aunt. She wouldn’t have appreciated...”

Stunned at the exchange between them, it was obvious they’d met and what was even more stunning was that his Bon Jovi fanatic assistant never mentioned it. “I see you’ve already met, guess my work here is finished.”

“Thanks Evan. I’ll be by to pick up the car in the morning.” Jon said offhandedly, his eyes not leaving Amber’s.

“Ah, I thought you were staying at my place?” He spoke to their retreating backs, Jon with his hand hovering over the small of Amber’s back and her eyes locked on his. The entire exchange took less than a minute and was completely surreal to Evan, wondering when and where they met originally and what just happened. Turning to Summer his confusion matched hers, “what exactly just happened?”

Shrugging Summer was mystified. “Beats me, but I’m guessing they hit it off.”

Giving the retreating couple one more glance, Evan devilishly smiled, “I guess he’s going to be owing me a favor once he comes up for air.”

“Evan!” She batted at him, her jealously of Amber increased tenfold by the way Jon was holding Amber close on the dance floor.

Dancing slowly on the floor with her nestled tenderly in his arms, Jon’s mind was soaring, he’d found her thanks to his old friend and now was at a loss for words, her scent filled his nostrils, the softness of her skin touching his bringing into sharp relief how desperately he wanted her, tightly leashing his demons to prevent them from embarrassing him right here on the dance floor. Sliding his tongue across his lips to bring moisture to them “I owe you an enormous apology. You didn’t deserve...”

“Shh, let me enjoy this. The flight attendant told me you looked uncomfortable the rest of the flight.”

“It wasn’t about me. There were rude comments and I didn’t want to subject you to that.” Why he’d wanted to protect her from the moment she landed on his lap, he wasn’t certain, but something in him hitched and he couldn’t explain the feeling.

Smiling softly up into the most sincere, incredible blue that she’d ever lost herself in, Amber could have cried “you did that for me? Why Jon?”

“I wish I knew,” he shrugged “maybe I wasn’t willing for you to have to deal with all the unwanted attention. I really don’t know, but as much as I regret you spending all that time in the confines of that tiny closet, I don’t regret protecting your honor.”

Nuzzling close, Amber could hear his strong, steady heartbeat against her ear and sighed in contentment, he wasn’t as callous as she’d thought, he was truly her very own chivalrous cowboy. Dancing with him would be yet another thing that her girlfriends wouldn’t believe unless someone took a picture, she saw a flash, oh yes, there would be a picture.

The heat of his hand on her back was burning through her skin, the slip of panties she’d bothered to put on were already soaked just from being this close, the smell of some kind of spicy, very male cologne permeated her senses, her hand resting properly on his shoulder where she could feel the subtle tension in his body. This time she didn’t feel like a giddy school girl, it was real and he apologized, actually explained why he didn’t rescue her from that sardine can sized bathroom and said he missed her. Actually said it! This was more than a dream come true, it was possibly the most incredible night of her life and he just arrived.

“You wanna get out of here?” Jon wasn’t ready to battle his need for her an entire evening, he could feel his rising erection that refused to listen to reason.

“Now?” He’d only just arrived.

“Yeah, darlin’ I want to kiss you and not stop till morning or after and I’m not going to do that here. You don’t need the scandal.” Protecting her again, it still made no sense, but when near her he had an overwhelming urge to do just that and the scent of her rising need for him once again mingled with that floral spice of her perfume making for a heady aroma that would be his undoing and create a mess that hadn’t occurred since he was a randy teenager in heat.

“Um, sounds...” she couldn’t think when his eyes were trained on her, sparkling more than her wrap that she left in Evan’s car, and he called her darlin’ again, damn but that was her undoing every time he said it “ah, delicious.” Tracing her lips slowly with the tip of her tongue, her glazing over doe brown eyes joined with his, thoughts of what he’d be able to do in a proper bed sending frissons of heat down her spine pooling at the juncture of her thighs, already drenched with her fluids wanting him.

Chapter 4

Standing in front of her mirror, dressed in her brand new deep burgundy evening gown with its plunging neckline and low back, spaghetti straps and beaded bodice, Amber gave herself the once over, her hair was piled up with tendrils running down her neckline and spiraled down around her ears, the pearl drop diamond necklace that her widowed aunt gave her on her trip to Miami settled nicely between her breasts while the matching earrings dangled seductively from her lobes. She’d barely had time for her nails, but her longtime tech managed to match them nearly perfectly with the dress and added some three dimensional glitter to the top coat to make them sparkle like the glass beads outlining her neckline. Vaguely she wondered if her outfit was too over the top, but dismissed the thought when she remembered Evan saying that she’d be pleased when she met this mystery man, which turned her mind back to who he might be. She was hoping he didn’t mean one of the corporate big wigs that she admired or even Donald Trump, none of them were worth the price tag on her gown, shoes, hair and nails. No, whoever this man was had to be special or she didn’t figure that Evan would have invited her to start with. Contemplating her collection of perfumes, she settled on her favorite and misted the air with it before stepping into the mist. She didn’t want it overwhelming, but then also wanted it to be apparent enough to notice. Convinced she was ready, she stepped out of the bathroom, picked up her silver evening bag and the silver sparkly shawl that she decided complimented her dress and checked the time on the clock. It was eight oh five and Evan wasn’t there yet, peering out her window she saw his car pull up just as she was about to withdraw her cell phone from her bag, instead she set the alarm on her house and headed out the door.

Evan was starting up the sidewalk as she emerged. “Amber, you look stunning tonight.”

His low whistle wasn’t lost on her, it raised her confidence two notches and her smile rose with it. “Thank you. Now are you going to tell me who this mystery man is or do I have to guess?” Locking eyes with her boss that she wasn’t about to tell he looked almost as yummy in his tux as Sam Elliott for fear that it would go to his head.

“Guess away, but even if you get it right I’m not telling you. You’ll meet him there, he had another obligation before attending tonight, so he’ll be there a little later.” Smiling knowingly, he opened the door to the back seat and waited for her to settle in before closing it. Shaking his head in disbelief that his prim and proper assistant could look as incredible as she did tonight. He hoped that his buddy was as impressed as he was, even though Evan had no illusions that his friend met far more than his share of beautiful women.

Amber sat back against the leather seat of Evan’s Mercedes and allowed her mind to return to that brief, bittersweet plane trip, wishing that some day she’d get a chance to see him again and let him know exactly how she felt about spending the better part of her flight in the cramped jetliner’s head. Then again she reminded herself, he didn’t approach her, she approached him and what she got was what she asked for. Sighing she opened her eyes to watch as the fall colors flowed past her window and was grateful for the Indian summer weather they were experiencing this weekend, at least it wasn’t cold like it had been a couple of weeks ago and as it would be in another few days. It was then that she realized that Summer hadn’t said a word when she entered the car. “Summer, how are you doing tonight? Isn’t this weather marvelous?”

“Fine, yes, it is beautiful. Is the dress new?”

“I picked it up this afternoon, it was on sale at Macy’s. Do you like it? I was worried it might be a little low cut for a charity dinner.”

“No, no, it’s beautiful. It’s just been a long day and I’m very tired.” That was an understatement since she and Evan argued for over three hours about this dinner and his reasoning for bringing Amber along. It wasn’t like Jon needed to be introduced to women, he had them falling all over him constantly and for Evan to neglect to tell her that his old school buddy that was staying the weekend was none other than Jon Bon Jovi was unforgivable. Blasted man, didn’t understand that even his own wife was hot for Jon.

“I hope that it’s no trouble picking me up. I mean if you’d rather, I can take a cab back home.”

“Wouldn’t hear of it, Evan and I are thrilled to have you coming along, it’s been too long since you’ve been out and about.” And it will be a cold day in hell before we included you again when the delicious Jon Bon Jovi is around.

“Thanks” she returned to her lusty thoughts of Jon shoulder to thigh against her body in that bathroom as they continued their drive and allowed the silence in the car to lengthen, pretty much concluding that her hosts were either still arguing or had been before they picked her up and was going to stay out of it to preserve her job. Looking out the window she was grateful to see the Pavilion looming ahead, at least she could get out of the confines of this car and their stony silence towards one another. She was secure in the knowledge there would be others she would know at the party, so she wouldn’t have to rely on Evan or Summer to play attendant to her.

Rising from the car, she was amazed at the amount of security and photographers, guessing there must be some high profile guests at the party for all this media attention. “This isn’t all for the charity is it Evan?”

“Must be, don’t know any other reason for them to be here.” He wondered if someone leaked the news that Jon was coming, not that he’d told anyone and Jon asked that he not announce it. His wife’s hand wrapped firmly around his arm and his left hand resting on Amber’s back, Evan proceeded into the building uncertain what Jon would say or do when he arrived to so much media attention.

Speaking to this one and that, Amber mingled in the crowd, finding no shortage of partners she danced nearly continually for the better part of the first hour of the party, time slipping by quickly, thoughts of Evan and his friend completely forgotten.

Strolling in a side door after seeing the paparazzi out front, Jon wasn’t in his best humor convinced his old friend alerted the media about his surprise appearance. So far his day hadn’t gone well and having the press outside wasn’t boding well for Evan or the woman he insisted Jon would have to meet before he took possession of the car. If it wasn’t for the hard on he had for that cherry Mustang, he wouldn’t be here, but he did and he was, so finding Evan in short order and getting the hell out was foremost on his mind. The cloying scent of myriad perfumes mingling that the older women seemed to prefer only added to his annoyance.

Stopping to take a deep breath, he reminded himself that he was in public, this was a benefit for Habitat and appearances were everything, steeling himself for the onslaught he anticipated, he plastered on his best synthetic smile and entered the room. As he expected the murmur started immediately and found himself getting introduced to every matron and giddy female within sight. He kept his eyes searching for Evan so he could take out his frustration on the one that deserved it, constantly moving through the room smiling and shaking hands as he went. Inwardly cursing profusely at his own stupidity for wanting the car so badly. Finally, he saw Evan across the room and it was at that moment that he smelled it, the same floral scent mixed with spices that she’d worn on the plane, the luscious Amber, the one he let get away.

Chapter 3

“I feel like a complete ass, I can’t believe I did that.”

“Why? It’s not like it was the first time you’ve fucked a girl on a plane. We used to do that shit all the time. I’m sure she enjoyed it.”

“Yeah man, but that was back in the 80’s and it was expected. We’re older and supposed to be more mature.”

“What the fuck Johnny, it’s just sex. Isn’t that what you always say?”

Resigning himself there was nothing he could do about it now, Jon sank back against the soft leather of the limo seat taking them to Tico’s who had planned to pick them up himself, but got caught up in the party arrangements with his beautiful young wife and sent a limo instead. Not that he objected to limos, hell, he’d spent a good portion of the last twenty years in them. Looking out the window as the scenery flowed by, Jon wondered what Amber thought about his note and his lack of giving her the agreed upon signal. It just never seemed like the appropriate time with all the people around them making boorish comments about what they heard and wondering exactly who was still in the bathroom. Okay, so she’d never know he was protecting her honor, but he knew and it still didn’t make him feel any better. As he mused about their little interlude her scent lingered in his nostrils, the smell of fresh cut flowers mixed with vanilla and spice, pleasant enough and something about it was just different enough that he bet himself that should he smell it again he’d recognize her by it if not by those sparkling brown eyes and pert little button of a nose that wrinkled when she was in the throes of ecstasy. Quite the little minx in her outwardly shy way, silently swearing that he somehow managed to forget to get her phone number, shrugging he expected she’d show up at Tico’s party since he did halfway invite her.


Twirling her pencil between her fingers, Amber was daydreaming again about the best plane ride she’d ever had, the pile of work before her getting none of her concentration as had been her pattern since she returned from Miami and her visit with her aunt. As much as she wanted to take Jon up on his invitation, or implied invitation, to Tico’s party she neither had the clothes to wear to attend, nor any idea where the man lived, not to mention she’d gone down to visit her elderly aunt and the woman wouldn’t look kindly on her niece vanishing off to some rock god’s party. No, as much as she would have liked to see the man again, she suspected all she would have was her brief foray into the mile high club and the note he wrote that was never more than reaching distance away. Absently grabbing for her purse, she felt its smooth leather and subconsciously relaxed. Her best girlfriend didn’t believe her when she tried to tell her about her meeting Jon and leaving out the part about having sex with him, without the incriminating note that wouldn’t exactly keep that part secret she couldn’t convince her, so instead she drifted like she was now to that memorable trip and the scent of sex, feel of him deep inside her and his lips that devoured hers. Sighing audibly, she opened her eyes that she didn’t realize she’d closed and blankly stared at the files in front of her, picking one up and starting to read through it to see if the concept it held was worth passing on to her boss since dreams of Jon wouldn’t get her work done for her. Time ticked by as she flipped through one file after another, some discarded as useless, others piled in the potentially usable pile, checking her watch she saw that it was nearing four thirty and rose to see if her boss was still in so she could discuss with him one particular concept that she found intriguing before the weekend. She knew he had some industry party to attend either tonight or tomorrow and he wouldn’t be in on Monday, so this was her only chance. Rounding the corner of her cubicle, she nearly crashed into the man. “Oh! Sorry Evan, I didn’t, wasn’t...”

“It’s okay, I was looking for you anyway. What are you doing this weekend?” He took in the ever proper button down blouse, this time in a creamy shade of blue mostly covered by a form fitting suit jacket that hung down nearly to the hem of her short skirt. That she was the best assistant he’d ever had was enhanced greatly by the fact he possessed the prettiest one in the company and quite possibly the smartest.

A shocked expression played across her face as she looked up at her forty-something, distinguished looking boss with his graying temples and square-jawed good looks standing before her in yet another of his designer suits and the hideous tie his daughter bought him for Christmas. “Me?” Her voice failing her and sounding more like a squeak.

“Yes, an old friend of mine is in town and he’s going to be at the party tomorrow night and I’d like to introduce you. I think you’ll be pleased when you meet him. The party is at the Pavilion and we’ll pick you up at eight, your place?”

“We? You mean you and Summer?”

“Oh yes, right, he’s going to be at the party, not in the car with us so if you want to run and hide, that will be possible, yet I do not believe that will be your reaction. Can I expect that means you’ll join us?” A sly smile edged across his face, his old friend coming into town on business accepted the invitation only on the strength of their mutual support for charitable causes and the promise that Evan would take him up his offer to purchase the 1965 Ford Mustang in pristine condition that sat in Evan’s garage with barely 10,000 original miles. It wasn’t like he was using the car and his buddy would enjoy it and most likely drive it back home when he left.

Thinking about it, she knew he believed she needed to get into circulation, she was single and alone and it was high time that she jumped into the game. Not that she expected to meet anyone at the stale, boring industry dinner, nobody worth meeting ever came to them, but he was her boss and humoring him occasionally wasn’t a bad idea. “Sure, is it one of those black tie deals or is it more casual this time?” A girl could only hope she wasn’t going to have to spring for a new dress, get her hair and nails done and look fabulous by the time he and his sweet young wife arrived at her place, not to mention having to clean the place from top to bottom.

“Black tie. It’s a benefit for Habitat for Humanity.”

“Oh.” That blew all illusions that she’d get any rest this weekend, cleaning, shopping and getting ready for the party and what was amounting to a blind date. “Good cause, you know that...”

“Yes, I know, your idol, Jon Bon Jovi, is a big supporter for Habitat. Nobody that knows you hasn’t heard you extol his charitable virtues. Now, we’ll be by your house around eight so be ready and look especially good.” Smugly smiling to himself when he thought about how her mouth clamped shut when he answered for her, he straightened his tie and headed back to his office.

“Evan!”

Swiveling around, he faced her again “yes?”

“I went through all those files and there’s one concept I want to discuss with you.”

“Good, fine, we can talk about it on the way to dinner tomorrow night, I’ve got to go now, I have to pick someone up at the airport. See you at eight.”

Standing in the hallway watching as he so confidently walked away from her she wondered who this mystery person was that he was intent on introducing her to this time, last one was some geek from a Fortune 500 company that spent the evening staring at her twins, not once making eye contact. That he was worth over five hundred million dollars didn’t impress her a bit, nor did the three dozen roses and orchids that appeared in her cubicle the next day. He was just nasty; she sent up a silent prayer that this one wasn’t nearly as obnoxious.

Chapter 2

“I like the sound of that. Miss?” Jon’s eyes strayed from hers briefly “could I have another Jack and Coke? Amber, love the name, love the color, same color as whiskey.”

Her heart lurched again; he was more interested in drinking that what she was ready for? How could he? Her eyes blazed at him instantly, this wasn’t how she expected their first meeting to go. “Whiskey?”

Laughing lightly, her angry eyes drilling holes into his skull, Jon could see he’d made a misstep and was backtracking to figure out where. “Was I being rude? Didn’t I ask if you wanted a drink, darlin?”

‘Damn him, calling me darlin again. Why can’t I think straight when he does that and his hand is....um...yeah, I was mad about what?’ She could feel the heat of his fingers through the thin fabric of her tight blouse that was cut low enough that he didn’t really have to make an effort to touch her breasts, yet his fingers were cupping one of them right there in the plane in front of God and everybody and she couldn’t make her mind work enough to protest even weakly.

“Did you want a drink?” Her heart was beating rapidly, her heat rising beneath his experienced hand, knowing the reaction and banking on it to douse her anger.

Nodding Amber had to fight for enough semblance of sanity to form the words “rum and coke” she gasped as his fingers tightened a fraction. ‘Dear God, what was I thinking, what was he doing, what am I doing?’ Her brain was scrambling faster than his fingers were circling her areola over the fabric of her blouse. “I need to use the toilet.” Blushing at the sound of her own voice and how stupid it sounded, the heat of his fingers left her breast and the cloud that was gathering over her mind cleared.

In a gentlemanly gesture, Jon helped her up from the compromised position she was in to help steady her. Winking, he quietly asked, “need any help in there?”

Amber stumbled backwards against the wall that separated the flight attendants galley from the front row where Jon was seated “ah, yeah, in a couple minutes” then escaped to the bathroom, closing the door and pausing before deciding to lock it. Shaking from her close encounter, she stared hard at her reflection, her skin was flushed, and fortunately that seemed to be the only outward evidence that she’d just spent the last five minutes or so cuddled on her rock idol’s lap. ‘Damn, how can I tell anyone that he...’ She looked down where his fingers had been and shivered, her nipple was rock hard standing there at attention and pushing against the thin fabric. Pulling down her panties she sat on the toilet and took care of what she’d come in here to do.

Her black silk panties were still at her knees when the door opened after she unlocked it and he was standing there, a knowing grin on his face, an instant later he was crowded into the tiny room with her, his lips hard against hers. Instinctively her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the sound of the lock sliding home vaguely registering in her ears as her fantasy began playing out for real and she was shoulder to thigh solidly against the hottest rock god on the planet. His hands were everywhere it seemed at once, across her back, on her breasts, between her legs and she gave him latitude because this was what she always wanted, him, here, on a plane. Before she could almost blink her blouse was hanging around her neck, her bra thrown onto the toilet top, his mouth, oh god that luscious mouth was working its magic on her breast, she threw her head back against the wall and gave him access, stifling a groan for fear the entire plane would know what they were doing.

His fingers were on the lips of her bare flesh, parting it, stroking her, bringing her to the edge, his hand drenched in her pearly fluid, Amber wanted this, wanted him inside her, she currently didn’t care if he thought she was a slut or easy, she just wanted him to ease the fire that was building. There was no romance in this, no schoolgirl illusions, he wanted sex, she was accessible and willing and he was taking what she was offering. One finger slipped easily inside, she gasped as a second and third joined in, through the haze of her sexual fervor she glimpsed the electric blue of his eyes glittering down at her and could sense the power of his need that was caged inside. Closing her eyes against the tidal wave of passion that was beginning to crest within her, her hands found their way inside his skin tight, black leather pants and grasped tightly against his slick skin that was as heated as hers. Wanting what he wanted, Amber forced herself to think clearly enough to find the buckle and started to undo it when he pushed her hands away and unzipped the fly instead, her eyes immediately focused on the shaft of her dreams, long, hard, thick and standing at full rigid attention against the front of those pants.

Before he could move she sank down onto the toilet seat, taking it in both hands and licked the length of it slowly and leisurely, tasting the saltiness of him as she watched his eyes trained on what she was doing, the blue seeming to get more brilliant as she rounded the head with her tongue and then slipped it inside her mouth and sucked. Hard. He bit back a groan of his own as she worked it, her hands sliding where her mouth had left, then receding as they were replaced again, stroking, sucking, tasting him. This was exactly what she wanted, no strings, no complications, just him, here, on the plane. He wasn’t her first by any stretch, she knew what she was doing to him and was increasingly aware of how his shaft was growing with her attentions, the hot throbbing sex of him in her hands about to explode on her, as the first drops of his cum escaped her eyes watched, then looked up before licking it with the same pleasure a cat would when given cream.

He was almost in pain from the intensity of her pleasuring him, unwilling to ruin her clothes by cuming on her, he quickly unrolled the rubber that he’d placed on the stainless steel counter. With the limited space within the bathroom it took some doing, but they managed to get it onto his engorged shaft with a minimum of effort and a couple of stray giggles on her part. Then he lifted her and impaled her on his rod, the feel of him inside her almost was her undoing before he’d taken one stroke. He held her there as if he sensed what was happening, then lifted her with his muscular, strong arms and settled her back down again. Amber bit her lip hard to keep from screaming as the ecstasy flew higher as he repeated the movement over and over, her legs wrapped tightly against his waist as it seemed the only way he could get deeper access to her, access that she desperately wanted. Small explosions began to go off in her head as her orgasm neared, his heat undoing any thoughts that may have attempted to form, all she was capable of was feeling and reacting to him inside her, deeper, faster, deeper yet and then release. His mouth captured hers as she almost screamed her ecstasy and swallowed the cry of passion that escaped. Amber clung to him, content to have his lips pressed against hers, his tongue leisurely exploring the depths of her mouth while she scrambled to regain her wits after the high-speed, but oh so pleasurable experience.

“You okay?” His voice brought her back to earth, that low, gravelly, deep voice that could bring her to awareness just hearing him on one of her CDs in her bedroom.

Nodding vaguely, she felt him let her down, placing her on the seat of the toilet. Now she was eye level with his still half-erect manhood and even in that state was formidable, not that it was the largest she’d ever seen or had, but the words of one of his interviews where he said that his magic genie grew as it was rubbed came to mind and she smiled to herself.

“What?” The boy-next-door innocent grin was there gazing down at her as he cleaned himself.

“Nothing, just remembering one of your interviews about your genie.”

His eyes widened and he began to chuckle. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You didn’t lie.” The deep rumble of his laughter filled the room as she feared it would fill the entire plane. ‘Oh god, I have to walk out of here and everyone will know what we did!’ Panic began rising within her, she wanted to fuck him ever since she was a teenager and he was singing Living in Sin. Now she had fulfilled her fantasy and the idea that a planeload of people would know it horrified her.

Jon saw the instantaneous change in her demeanor. “What?”

“People are going to know what we did!”

“I’ll just leave and you stay put. Lock the door and wait for my signal.” Zipping himself up again, he winked, opened the door, closed it and left her there with her recently fulfilled dream suddenly a nightmare.

“What the hell was that?” She asked herself as she cleaned herself up and waited for his signal. Fidgeting in the tiny room she waited, impatiently, almost opening the door a half dozen times as the minutes ticked by that turned into an eternity, finally she heard the pilot announcing they were landing and she unlocked the door, but didn't leave the bathroom, no she was determined not to let anyone see her embarrassment. Feeling the plane coming to a standstill on the tarmac she continued to stay in the john waiting for him to tell her the coast was clear, then the realization came that she was alone on the plane, nobody was coming to give her a signal and sheepishly she opened the door to see a startled flight attendant about to depart the plane.

“You’ve been in there all this time?”

“Yes, ma’am. Everyone’s gone?”

“You were the one with Jon. He left you this note.” Smiling knowingly, she waited as Amber took it and headed back to her assigned seat to get her things, then walked forward, the note clutched tightly in her hand, afraid to read it for fear of breaking out into tears in front of the woman that was being understanding, yet had that censorious look of someone that didn’t approve of what she’d done.

“Thank you.” Exiting the plane she quickly made it to the ladies room and sat down on a toilet seat to read what he’d written. ‘Amber, thank you for a most enjoyable flight. Welcome to the mile high club. Hope to see you at the party. Jon’ Reading it again, she couldn’t believe how callous he sounded on paper, then she chastised herself. It was what she wanted. She wanted to get laid by Jon Bon Jovi since she was a kid and now she’d gotten her dream, why then did it seem so empty, so incomplete? Gathering her things again, she trooped down to the baggage carousel and collected her suitcases so she could go visit her widowed aunt as she originally planned and could forget about her mile high interlude with the man she’d fantasized about nearly her entire life.

Chapter 1

Walking to the front of the plane her heart was beating so hard she believed that it would jump out of her chest. Seeing him get on the plane was a dream come true, those eyes landed on her for a split second and that’s when her heart started racing. Now it was as if she was drawn to first class where he’d settled in next to his best friend and partner. Smoothing her short, tight skirt for the third time since she started towards the front of the plane, Amber hoped that he would show some interest in her low cut blouse that showed her assets to the best advantage or maybe he’d take note of her long, straight blond hair that was almost the same shade as his. Whatever happened she was ready to take him on any way she could get him, that he was now a single man after finding his wife in bed with her sensei, was just an added bonus. Her mind reeled with the possibilities and contemplated each and every scenario that could occur on a commercial jetliner with a three hour flight time.

Leaning back he closed his eyes, the long, drawn out divorce was finally over, the only woman he’d ever loved was no longer his and was firmly ensconced in the home they’d built together along with his four children. It was the worst case scenario that he could imagine, but now that three of the four band members were single again, albeit older than the last time they were single men, he was guessing this could have potential. That’s why he was heading towards South Beach and a party that Tico was having. Listening to Richie’s voice droning on, he started to drift off to sleep, a skill he learned years ago on countless planes ago. Suddenly the plane jerked and he found himself with a lap full of a buxom young woman that wasn’t struggling to get up at all.

“Oh, sorry, I was just...” oh hell, what do you say to an international superstar whose electric blue eyes were trained directly on you?

“Falling for me?” One corner of his full, curvy lips quirked up giving him a slightly smirky expression.

Amber could feel her face flushing bright red as she laid there, unable to force her mind into any semblance of order or to convince her body to move. “I...ah...oh shit.”

Chuckling deeply he could clearly see how flustered she was at having landed so auspiciously on his lap, not that he was adverse to having a lovely young woman splayed across his and Richie’s legs. “Is there a problem?” It was all he could do not to keep her right where she was even if the flight attendant was already tossing disapproving stares his way. Sliding his hands under her arms, he pulled her upwards so she wasn’t displaying herself in such an unladylike manner in front of the censorious glares of others sitting in first class.

“I...ah...was heading towards the...ah...” damn it, she thought, I can’t stop from blushing and my heart is in my ears beating so loud I can’t even hear him. Jon’s hands on her sizzled like bacon frying and yet were soft, more like partially melted butter. It was a serious case of sensory overload as far as she could tell and to have Richie Sambora sitting right there next to him, it was more than any self-respecting Bon Jovi fan should be required to withstand.

“Oh. Don’t let me get between you and your needs.” Smiling that perfect smile he gazed directly into her glazed over brown eyes.

It was what melted her heart for him the first time she saw them on MTV. How could she tell him that her needs tended more towards joining the mile high club with him than with anything so ordinary as relieving her bladder? “Trust me, that’s exactly where I want you.” Oh god, did I really say that out loud? To Jon Bon Jovi?????

Laughing hard, Jon snuck a look over at Richie who was grinning back, his black Stetson pulled down over most of his eyes, but there was enough there that Jon could see he approved of the interaction with the pretty young woman. “Yeah? What’s your name darlin'?”

He called me darlin! Oh my Jovi, Jon just called me darlin’ what am I going to tell my girlfriends? Oh, well the plane lurched and I landed on Jon’s lap and he called me darlin? Like any of them would believe me. “Ah, it’s Amber.” Licking her lips she attempted to get some kind of moisture going in her mouth it was dry as the Arizona wind and it wasn’t helping that his breath was close enough that she could smell the lingering scent of whiskey on it.