Chapter 51

Settled back in the limo, Penny couldn’t help gushing. “Did you see him? Oh my god, I thought he was gorgeous from fan club seats, but right there leaning over my desk, I thought I was going to die. I could get lost in those eyes.”

Sighing, Bridget nodded, “he smelled wonderful. Did you smell him? And that smile, my panties were wet having him turn it on me. What I’d do to have him in my bed.”

“Who’s he dating anyway? Or is he?” Clarissa Kohl asked casually, examining her nails as she did. She’d been a fan for years and had attended a number of their shows, usually from the VIP suites, tonight though she’d gotten a pair of front row center seats through a broker and was anxious to see what all the excitement of being so close was all about.

“Nobody knows. There are rumors that he’s seeing that girl he kissed back in Philly, the one there doesn’t seem to be any pictures of. Hell, there are rumors she’s a GD.” Brooke offered.

An eyebrow raised when Clarissa heard that, “what’s a GD?”

“Gutter Dweller. They’re the girls that openly lust after the guys on the fan club board.” thinking about it, Bridget shook her head. “I can’t think of a single one of them that would interest either of the guys. I mean most of them, Bean, Rita, Paula, Lynn, Dana, Nikki and Kris are all married. Linda and Cassidy are Richie girls, so you can count them out too. That leaves Tara, Stas and Lainey. Well, other than Lainey, but she lives in Scotland somewhere. I don’t think he’s even met her.”

Samantha Sanderson grinned, “you’re forgetting Amber. She’s a GD.” Her statement garnered gasps and wide stares. A friend of Brooke’s that was also a member of the fan club and got in on the limo ride to the show, but didn’t work with the other women, Sam knew people that none of the others had met.

“NO!” Penny wasn’t biting on that one. “No way. She barely knows who Bon Jovi are. She said herself that her friends dragged her to that Philly show.”

“She’s GD. The group had a split and there’s one of the old GDs that told me for a fact that Amber Sullivan is not just GD, she’s OGD.” Samantha gloated. “Her screen name is AmberJovi. Go check out her posts, she’s about as gutter as she gets and get this, she was at the Philly show with the other GDs and they all had a private party after the show with the band.”

“You’re fucking kidding me! Amber? The woman that treated Jon and Richie like they weren’t anyone special? Her? How lucky can one woman get? There’s no way that she’s the one Jon’s seeing. I mean did you see how casually she greeted him, it wasn’t like she was even interested in him.” Penny’s eyes narrowed, “although......she did grab his ass. I mean that wasn’t professional at all.”

Shaking her head, Brooke wasn’t having any of it. “No way. When she and Jon walked into her office it wasn’t five minutes and Richie and Cassidy were right there.” She wasn’t about to say anything about the thud against the door when it closed or the loud silence that came from there afterwards. She’d been Amber’s assistant long enough to know she could actually hear bits of conversation coming through the door and there wasn’t any conversation to hear. “No, you’re wrong. Your information is wrong.” Besides that, Amber treated her well and she would protect her boss as far as she could manage.

Bridget’s eyes gleamed. “There’s one way to find out. We can always make comments on the board and see how fast the threads are deleted or the GDs jump in to defend her. Somebody knows for sure.”

“She and Cassidy are going to be at the show tonight as Jon’s guests.” Brooke added. It wasn’t a secret and she suspected they’d see the two of them at the show.

“There’s that. Watch Jon.” Penny contributed.

“As if we don’t already.” Brooke and Bridget chimed in together.

Laughing, the group of women sat back and plotted their trap for Amber and her friends on the fan club board.

“What is it with rock stars and helicopters?” Cassidy asked from the seat of the limo she was now in after having flown from New York City to New Jersey. “I think I could get used to this.”

“Mmmm, yeah, have you tried this wine? It’s really nice.” Not having to drive and more than willing to enjoy the perks of dating a rock star, Amber was on her second glass of Riesling already. Jon knew she preferred it to the Pinot he favored.

Arching a brow, Cassidy poured herself a glass and settled back in the plush leather of the seats. “Yeah, I could most definitely get used to this. So where did Jon say our seats were again?”

“Didn’t” sipping the wine as she examined the controls to the DVD player. “Too bad we don’t have any videos with us.”

“Chocolate.”

“Huh?” Seeing what Cassidy found, “oh hell, I think I love him.” Picking up two of the Godiva truffles that she adored, how he knew which flavors she favored, she had no idea, but the man seemed to be far more resourceful than should be legal.

Biting into one of the dark chocolate raspberry candies, Cassidy groaned, “I know I love him if this is what you get. Damn, these are good.”

“Leave him the fuck alone, Cass, he’s mine. You go after Sambora.” Amber lightheartedly teased. “Your house first or mine?”

“Yours.”

Nodding, she lowered the partition and told the driver both addresses and which order to visit them.

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Blushing furiously, Amber looked over at Jon, who was smirking, “I thought you were a better actor than that. What are they all going to say when we walk out of here with you looking like a Cheshire cat?”

“That you’re a lucky woman?” a devious grin appeared.

It was Amber’s turn to roll her eyes, “great, he’s not only a rock star, now he’s a comedian.” Seeing the exasperated expression on Cassidy’s face and then hearing Richie’s stomach growl, she realized they needed to get moving. Walking over to her desk, she pulled off one of the copies of the script for the project she was pitching next week. “Here. You don’t really have to read it, but if anyone asks, we were talking about the possibility of you having a part in the movie. Okay?”

Looking down at the cover, he recognized it as the project she’d been talking about during their regular phone calls. “Got it. Marco, right?”

“No, I’m thinking more like Vince. Devilishly handsome, a trouble maker, can’t keep his hands to himself? Sound familiar?” Laughing when Richie snorted at her description. “Okay, let’s go eat before you two have to drive to Jersey.”

“Us drive? That’s what chauffeurs are for,” opening the door for them, Richie stood and waited as she and Cassidy exited first.

“Oh, Amber, could I speak with you a moment?” Her boss, Kennedy Kohl, didn’t even look up when he heard her door opening, assuming it was just her. Standing at Brooke’s desk checking Amber’s schedule since her assistant wasn’t currently at her desk he hadn’t seen any appointments on it that would have warranted a closed door. Hearing other voices he looked up, at first recognizing Cassidy since she’d been in the office on a number of occasion and then blinking when he saw the two men exit behind them. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had ...” it was then that he actually recognized the two men and his eyes popped.

“Kennedy, this is Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora. Guys this is my boss Kennedy Kohl. Jon stopped by to take a look at the script for that project I’ve been pushing. He’s considering the possibility of a role in it,” pausing for effect, she waited for the man to process what she was offering. “Now, if you don’t mind the four of us are going to lunch.”

“I didn’t know you were acquainted with Mr. Bon Jovi and Mr. Sambora.”

Amber couldn’t believe that her boss that met all kinds of celebrities and picked now to make a deal out of the two with her. “I met Jon when I worked for Evan. He was at one of the benefits that we attended and was at a party at Evan’s. Richie on the other hand, I met at another function. I really hate to do this, but they have a show tonight, so we need to get going.” She started away from the man, hoping that was all.

“That’s right, my wife is going tonight with one of her friends. Are you attending the show?”

“Me? I wasn’t going to, but Jon offered tickets to Cassidy and me, so it would be rude to not accept. Don’t you think?” Smiling sweetly at her boss, well, actually, the head of her division if she was honest.

“She’s leaving from here, a handful of them rented a limo for the ride to the Meadowlands, you’re both welcome to join them.” He was wondering why he hadn’t been told that they were having celebrity guests so that he’d be the one entertaining them as was normal company policy.

“Thanks, but Cassidy has a car and we both live in Jersey, so we’ll just go home from the show. Now, we really do need to leave.” Waving weakly, she turned and with just her eyes demanded they all start moving.


Ensconced in a back booth in the little deli diner that they’d picked for fast service and good food, Cassidy and Amber faced into the room with the guys facing them and the wall. It was easier to keep a low profile when they weren’t easily seen from the door. As they waited for their food, Jon grinned. “So, I guess Boss Man didn’t know you were hanging out with rock stars, huh?”

“Ah, that would be a no. He thinks he’s the only one that has the right to talk to celebrities.” Smiling back and wishing they could actually sit next to each other in public, although they’d agreed that at this point in their relationship the lower the profile, the easier it would be for them. “I can’t imagine what he’d say if some of the movie stars I’ve worked with started trouping into my office. I do want you to read that script though. I know you’re on tour and I know it’ll be months before you’re done. Shooting doesn’t start until July or August if they agree to produce it at all.”

“Enough shop talk, Amber.” Cassidy grumbled, “so we really have tickets to tonight’s show?” She’d no more than said it and realized how stupid she sounded.

Richie’s laughter was contagious, no more than did he start than Amber joined in with Jon following suit. “We do have connections, ya know?”

Blushing furiously, Cassidy had to laugh too. It really was a stupid question. “So what time can you get away from the office? I hadn’t planned on going tonight, so I don’t have clothes with me. We’ll have to stop at the house for me to change. What about you? You’re not wearing that suit are you?” Her eyebrows arched high into her bangs.

Shaking her head, Amber wasn’t about to wear a suit to a Jovi show. “Traffic is going to be a bitch. We’ll never get home, changed and to the show on time. I don’t know how we’re going to do it. Maybe we should just skip tonight’s show and go to the one day after tomorrow?” She knew that Jon would have objections to that and Cassidy screeched at her when she suggested it.

“No fuckin’ way! If you think I’m going to skip the chance to go tonight when Jon offers seats, you’re out of your freakin’ mind! Just tell that stuffed shirt you work for that you need to leave early.” Even though Amber was making better than double the money she had working for Evan and wasn’t having to fetch coffee any longer, sometimes Kennedy was just as bad as Evan where the male chauvinism came into play.

“How about we send the car back after you? We’re going to have to get going right after we eat. We have sound check in an hour or so. The driver will be waiting and you give him directions. We’ll see you when you get there.” Jon was grinning at the look on Cassidy’s face, what he wanted to see was Amber’s after they were alone at his place.

Sitting back as their food was delivered, Amber just nodded, wondering if her boss would go along with this or not. Didn’t matter really, she wasn’t going to miss out on spending her evening after the show with Jon. Diving into her food as did the others, talk centered around the merits of pork roll sandwiches, ketchup or mustard and whether or not the Giants would win over the weekend.

Chapter 49

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The swift rush of air that escaped when she hit the door engaged a large enough portion of her brain to comprehend what they were doing, “Jon, we can’t do this, not here,” she whispered anxiously.

Nodding, he understood and agreed until his eyes caught sight of that sweet, pouty set of full lips glistening back at him and dove in for another quick kiss that swiftly became a heated dueling of tongues battling for supremacy. He didn’t even care if he won or lost just so long as he didn’t have to stop kissing her. Groaning when her hand reached between them and grasped his dick through his pants. It hurt plenty before she did that and after, it throbbed so much he was afraid of cumming right there like he hadn’t done since he was an untried teen. Pulling her away from the door, he walked backwards, his hands firmly on the soft white globes of her ass. “We can, darlin’. We can.” Stopping when his back hit the wall of windows.

“Jon, no,” she groaned, the tips of his fingers rubbing between her cheeks, rasping against her sensitive flesh.

“Mmm, yeah,” distracting her with his mouth since undressing her wasn’t an option, not here in her office, not when there was the chance of someone coming in. He just needed to feel her heat, to get his fill of her taste and smell to last him until after tonight’s show and then he had a day and a half to satiate his needs. “Where was I?” Blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he reached down further and buried his fingers inside again. His thumb stroking across her clit as he pumped, his other hand tangled in her hair, holding her against him, inhaling her whimpers and moans as she began the climb to her orgasm. Jerking when her fingers found their way inside his pants and stroked his burgeoning cock.

She hated herself for participating in this in the office, but dammit she hadn’t seen him in what felt like months and neither phone sex or her trusty ‘B.O.B.’ were sufficient. Neither was this, but it was closer than either and with Jon’s fingers buried inside her, she wasn’t about to complain. “I need you baby.” She groaned.

“Me too” Jon breathed, pushing her hand away and unzipping his pants, releasing his engorged dick and lifting her onto it. Sighing when her hot, wet canal welcomed him home. Urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, he leaned back hard against the glass, her arms around his shoulders and his arms supporting her bottom. Setting the pace as she bounced against him, business suit against turtleneck sweater, both dressed except those parts necessary to be exposed for their urgent coupling.

His head tilted back, his neck exposed, Amber couldn’t resist and leaned in to lick at his adam’s apple, teasing it with her tongue until her mind blanked at her impending orgasm and then all she could concentrate on was the blooming sensations between them and the onslaught of over-sensitive nerves hurtling her towards orgasm. Biting down hard on her lip to stifle the scream, she came forcefully and drooped forward against him.

Jon exploded inside her, her walls flexing against him until he was dry without anything left to give, thankful for all his years of working out which was all that was keeping him upright. Taking a few moments to gather himself, he pushed away from the wall and carried her to her chair, depositing her there before collapsing in the chair facing hers. Seeing the box of tissues on her desk, he leaned forward and wiped himself before wadding them up, one questioning eyebrow quirked upward.

“Bathroom,” she limply pointed behind her. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she could move yet. He was far too good at making her climax.

Smiling, he detoured by where she was and scooped her into his arms as he would one of his kids and carried her in, “need you cleaned up too. Richie and Cassidy are waiting for us.”

She noted the devious gleam in his eyes, he was enjoying this far too much. “They’ll know.”

He smirked, “yeah, so?”

As if on cue, his phone rang. Looking at the display, he flipped it open, “talk to me. We’re on our way.” Closing it again, he grinned, just like a kid that inherited a candy store. “Richie says he’s hungry even if I’ve already satisfied my hunger.”

“Oh shit. If he knows then so does Cassidy and what the hell is Brooke going to think? I just hope my boss doesn’t figure it out. He’d be pissed and I’d be so fired.” Fretting suddenly about having done what they did in her office. Although now she’d never look at that bank of windows quite the same. Seeing her reflection, she groaned, “I look like I’ve been truly and thoroughly fucked. Shit.” Grabbing her brush, she fixed her hair as best as she could. Then shooed Jon out so she could clean up and finish. Satisfied as best as she could be, she walked into her office to find not only Jon, but both Richie and Cassidy sitting there. Plastering on a smile that she hoped revealed nothing, “what? I needed to freshen up before we left.”

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His voice gave her shivers, there was something about that deep, whisky roughened voice that zinged right through her and gave her erotic dreams. With him standing right in front of her, leaning on the reception desk smiling, she was toast. It took a moment before she could answer the phone and then botched the greeting she did a hundred times a day. Finally, she had them all settled and looked back up to find that he’d slid his sunglasses down his nose and those mesmerizing blue eyes were trained on her.

“We’ve come to see Ms. Sullivan, as well, could you please let her know we’ve arrived?”

Nodding, she punched a button without even looking down, “Ms. Sullivan, Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora are here to see you.”

Looking up, Jon rolled his eyes, the stupid bitch hit the office intercom button not Amber’s private line. Well, so much for sneaking in to see her, now her whole office knew he was here. Turning towards Richie, he saw his friend turn his hands up in a shrugging motion. “Ah, miss? You forgot to announce to the world that this other young lady is here to see her as well.”

“Oh” her face flushed deep red, Penny hit Brooke’s extension. “Could you tell Ms. Sullivan that her friend Cassidy is here as well.” Hanging up before Brooke had a chance to answer. Turning her attention to the trio in front of her, “I’m a huge fan, I’ll be at the show tonight. Third row, Richie’s side. I’m in the fan club.” Beaming as she’d overcome her shyness. “My friends and I are leaving from here. Don’t you have to be at sound check or something soon? I mean, don’t you usually go to the venue really early?”

Jon wandered away from the desk and the little magpie that suddenly found her voice. He let Richie handle her, all he wanted was to get his hands on Amber and show her how much he missed her.


“Amber?” Brooke poked her head in her boss’s office. “Didn’t you hear that page?”

“Huh? No, I was on the phone and I had them turn that off in here, it’s distracting. Why?”

“You have visitors.”

“Yeah, I know. Cassidy and I are going to lunch.” Stopping, she saw the Cheshire grin on her assistant’s face, “wait, visitors, plural?”

Nodding vigorously. “Penny said that Jon Freakin’ Bon Jovi and Richie Ohmygod Sambora are out there. What are they doing here? They’re not on your calendar.”

“That’s because I wasn’t expecting them today,” trying to look unfazed by their arrival here. Jon promised on the phone last night that they’d have a romantic dinner tomorrow and would be able to spend the night together. She never expected him to show up here today. Standing then, she smoothed her skirt, “guess I better not keep them waiting.” A strained smile on her lips. Fully aware that her assistant thought it was strained because she didn’t want to meet with them when it was more a case she was afraid she’d see Jon and run into his arms. Walking towards the reception desk she could feel the buzz as she went by, every woman in the place was wondering what they were doing here.

Rounding the corner to where Penny sat, she could hear voices and was stunned to find half a dozen women milling around. Clearing her throat when she spied Bridget sweet-talking Jon, a bubble of jealousy rising that she wasn’t accustomed to feeling. “Ladies, don’t you all have work to do? I’m sure these gentlemen didn’t come here for a meet and greet.” Watching them scuttle away, she stood where she was, her eyes locked with Jon’s. It had been the longest two weeks of her life. Right now she wanted to take him in her arms and show him exactly how much she missed him, her fingers sifting through that messy mane of blond hair, her lips crushed under his and not a stitch of clothes between them. Reining in her wild imagining, she smiled at him, and then at Richie. “This is a pleasant surprise. Cassidy, you’ve met Jon and Richie, right?” Doing her best to act professional and not give away how well they both knew these two men.

One thing about Cassidy, she knew how to follow Amber’s lead. “We met in the elevator.” Not letting on which elevator or exactly when she’d met them or rather Richie there.

“Good. Mr. Bon Jovi, it’s nice to see you again.” Approaching, she went to give him a quick peck on the cheek while her hand that wasn’t planted on his chest brushed lightly across his ass.

He’d turned his head as her mouth advanced on him and captured her lips with his. Lingering just a moment, not enough to give the receptionist or any of the others that had rounded the corner behind Amber a reason to talk, but just enough to see her reaction. Then realizing her palm was still on his ass. “Ah, Ms. Sullivan, this isn’t a scratch and sniff.” Amusement coloring his words.

“Excuse me.” She removed her hands from his body when she wanted him naked as soon as possible. “I didn’t mean to do that.” Blushing more from the audience seeing her do it than anything. “Would you gentlemen like to come in my office?” Glancing at Richie and seeing Cassidy nearly choke on her phrasing.

“No, I think I’ll wait here. Are we still going to lunch?” Cassidy managed without laughing.

Richie couldn’t stop the grin plastered all over his face, one thing he sucked at was having a poker face, he lost all the time at it too because when he had a good hand everyone could read it on his face. “Yeah, you don’t mind if we join you two ladies, do you?”

“Oh no, not at all.” Cassidy answered for the two of them. “Right, Amber?”

“No. Let me go get my purse if that’s what we’re doing.” Tempted to grab Jon’s hand and drag him into her office.

Penny silently sat there in shock. Amber Sullivan was acting so nonchalant around Jon and Richie it was as if she knew them! Recalling the conversations in the break room, she was convinced that there was no way that was possible and yet something in the way that Jon was watching her said differently. One thing she was going to do when she got the chance, she’d find out if Amber belonged to the fan club and if she did, she would find her user name. She would get to the bottom of this and find out if she was the woman that was claiming on the boards to be more than friends with Jon.

“Mind if I join you? I’d like to see the offices for the production company. It says a lot about the kind of movies they put out.” He didn’t give a fuck about the offices, but since he did know that Amber had a private office, he did want to see it.

Leading the way back, she pointed out where different departments were located and then stopped and held her door for him. “This is my office.” Seeing Brooke all but drooling, she smiled. “Brooke, could you hold my calls for about five minutes, please.” Following him inside, she closed the door and found herself flat against it in a flash of a moment. Gasping when his mouth crushed down on hers. She reached up, jamming her fingers in that mass of soft, thick blond hair, almost as desperate for this as she was for this leg of the tour to be over. He’d promised that they’d spend most of his down time together, although he also had to spend time with his kids. She could deal with that, right now she was more interested in dealing with a horny boyfriend.

Jon couldn’t get enough of her, his mouth on hers, their tongues tangling in their own dance as he reached down and roughly shoved her skirt up so he could feel her flesh in his hands. Finding that she was wearing a garter belt and a thong, he groaned. She was going to be the death of him, pushing the scrap of material aside to slide his fingers against the bare, wet folds that he remembered in his nightly dreams.

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Restlessly sitting back in one of the leather seats of the Jovi Jet, Jon couldn’t settle down. His back hurt, he was tired and yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind. It had been two weeks since he’d seen her and it was driving him insane. Two weeks. That was nothing on a tour. Hell, he’d gone months without seeing Dot and never had this need that was very nearly a living thing eating at him. He had a pile of work he could bury himself into on the short flight from DC to NYC, but it was impossible to concentrate. Getting up he walked to the back to lay on the bed. Maybe if he stretched out his back would stop bothering him. Opening the door he silently cursed. Tico was asleep on the bed and he wasn’t about to tell him to move. Turning around he paced back to the front of the plane to ask Vicki if she had any fresh chocolate chip cookies on board.

Richie watched, smirking to himself at Jon’s impatience. Wondering if he’d go see Amber before heading to his City apartment for the night. The rest of them were headed for the Waldorf, where they’d stay until the three nights at CAA were done. Jon preferred the solitude of his apartment. He couldn’t blame him, he had a wardrobe full of his clothes there and everything was exactly the way he liked things. Not a single sign that a rock star lived there, everything done in whites, very contemporary and clean. Seeing his friend biting into a cookie with a second in his hand along with a glass of milk, he had to comment. “What’s got you all tied in knots?”

“Amber,” he puffed out in a breath before slumping into a chair. “I can’t get her out of my head. I need to see her. Need it. When the fuck did she get under my skin like this?” Nibbling on the cookie before drinking down half the milk. “I can’t concentrate on shit. I know she works in the City. I know she works for a movie production company, that she’s got a private office and an assistant now. She’s pitching some idea to the board next week. I know she’s doing great on her job, she loves it and is excited about the prospect of getting this idea in the pipe with hopes it’ll turn into something. Hell, I know so much more about her now than I did before the tour got going, but I don’t have a clue what the name of the company is. I know she told me. I know it’s my fault I don’t know, probably was doing something else and only listened with a half an ear. Yet, I really want to see her, surprise her even at the office, but since I don’t exactly know where that is, I can’t do it.” Chomping down hard on the cookie, much harder than it required, in frustration.

“Hmm, ever thought about asking Cassidy?”

One eyebrow rose in reply, “that would require knowing her phone number. A number I don’t happen to have.” Suddenly that irritated him.

Smirking again, Richie lifted his cell phone. “I do. Remember that little surprise we cooked up at the Philly concert? I still have her number on speed dial.”

Jon’s eyes widened. “You do? So call her!” Checking the time, it was nearly three. By the time they hit the ground and got out of the plane and in the limos that would take them to their respective destinations it would be after five. No surprising her at the office today. He’d just have to hope that he could find time tomorrow before sound check to see her. That was discouraging, but he was on tour and that came before personal life, every time.


Sitting at her desk, scribbling notes on a legal pad as she talked on the phone, Amber was watching the time. She had a lunch date with Cassidy at one and it was quarter to now. Cassidy was usually earlier than this. Frowning at the information she was receiving, she went back to concentrating on the task at hand. Finally thanking the man and hanging up. Returning to her computer and typing in the gist of the conversation for future reference before zipping off an email to her boss and several others regarding the overrides that their current project was costing. Content with it, she saved what she was doing and flipped over to the Backstage website to see what was happening in Jovi Land. When Jon didn’t call last night, at first she was upset, but then remembered he was traveling and sometimes he got so busy with interviews and the details of the tour that he’d lose track of time. CAA. That meant the band was in town. It also explained not hearing from him. He’d said that when he got back here he’d have to spend time in his office in between the shows, check on the Soul getting ready for the next season and would be slammed with interviews and other responsibilities. She typed a reply to the thread that she started after the conversation in the break room and logged out, grinning evilly to herself. Having a second user name online was turning out to be great fun, especially since even her friends didn’t know about it.


“Hello. Lightning Strikes Productions, may I help you?” Penny cheerily answered the phone. Hearing who they wanted, she pressed the appropriate extension and transferred the call. Repeating the action as the calls continued to come in. Hearing the elevator doors slide open and voices approaching the glass doors that led into their offices, she readied herself to smile at whoever was entering and send them on their way or to sit in the plush chairs while they waited to be escorted into one of the conference rooms. All she cared about was 4:30 getting here so she and her friends could quickly change, bolt out of here and get to CAA before the show tonight. She couldn’t wait and didn’t want to be bothered by any of the annoyingly arrogant people that came through those doors.

Holding the door for Cassidy, Jon smiled tightly at her retort to Richie’s comment. The two of them were irritating him with their teasing about his inability to remember details about Amber’s home or job. Reminding him too of the little incident with the 7’s in his phone number. Teasing him when he’d had little sleep because of problems with the vendors, payroll issues that he shouldn’t have to deal with and the same problems that always seemed to occur when he walked back into BJM’s New York office. Why they never happened when he was out of town and got efficiently handled as he knew they could, he’d never know. Instead, he spent more than half the evening on the phone arguing against the bullshit that was dropped in his lap. “Whatever, you two.” Rolling his eyes as he automatically set a warm smile on his lips that didn’t reach his sunglass covered eyes as he saw the receptionist look up coolly as they approached her desk.

“Hey, Penny. Is Amber in?” Cassidy casually asked, as if she was oblivious to Richie standing close to her. When he called the night before she was stunned, then laughed when he explained that Jon might head a multi-million dollar corporation, but the name of his girlfriend’s employer had escaped him. They’d had dinner together and chatted like old friends afterwards. It seemed that was what he wanted from her and although she dreamed of him, wanted to be laid by him, being friends was good enough if it meant she’d get to see him on occasion.

Penny’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. Standing right in front of her in all their glory were Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora, looking even more amazing this close than they did from the second row. Dressed casually, Richie with his shirt actually buttoned against the cold weather outside and Jon in a black turtleneck and heavy coat, she wasn’t even certain she could articulate one freaking word. Nodding slowly at Cassidy instead, swallowing hard against the lump there. Blinking at the sound of the phones ringing, she stared down at them, unable to even focus enough to answer a single call.

“You might want to answer those,” Jon offered casually. Finally amused by something even if it was an obvious fan’s deer-in-the-headlights stare giving him a chuckle.

Chapter 46

Reading the boards on backstage had become almost an obsession. She wanted to know everything that she could about the shows she was missing and every move Jon made. Being a fan and visiting there was one thing, but being involved with him at any level and doing it changed everything about the way she viewed it. The pictures of him just made the longing for him more intense. But the PBPs, oh god, those were heaven and hell all at once. It was heaven to know exactly what he was doing at that moment and sheer hell that, as a fan, she knew his moves on stage so well and could now translate them into moves in the bedroom. Talking to him nearly every night or during the day, sometimes assuaged the painful need she was feeling, yet as soon as he hung up melancholy would strike again until he called the next time. Closing out of the website, she looked at her cup and decided it was time for another cup of tea. Being the minority around here when it came to coffee addictions, she had her own stash of teabags. Adored the scent of coffee, but just never developed the love for it.

Sitting alone in the break room, she was enjoying the solitude and her tea when the receptionist and her friend, Bridget, came in chattering away about Bon Jovi yet again. Why was it that now she was seeing Jon everyone around her seemed to be talking about him? Her friends pumped her for info all the time, but they didn’t share the info with anyone, or did they? Maybe she’d find out by asking a couple of well placed questions. She’d stayed up on the PBP the night before and had even gotten a few calls during the last couple weeks from shows her friends attended, but last night was Montreal and nobody had calls that she knew. “Hey girls. What’s new? Did you ever find out who that lucky girl was you were telling me about a couple weeks ago?”

Penny shook her head as she sat down, a steaming cup of coffee between her hands. “No. Those that know, and I know a few of them, aren’t telling. They say it’s an OGD secret. Damned OGDs anyway. They seem to think they’re special or something.” Snorting, “I’ll bet they don’t know who she is either.”

“OGD?” trying not to laugh. The OGDs were special. They were her friends and she was one of them, not one of the OGD7, but she was most definitely OGD.

“There’s a thread on Backstage?” Penny waited to see if Amber even knew what Backstage was, when getting no indication of knowledge, she continued, “on the old board, before Mrs. B changed it this time, the thread was called The Gutter Dwellers. Well, it’s still called that, but that board, the thread was like 700 pages and it got deleted because it got too raunchy. It’s toned down now. The OGD7 were the original seven girls that started the Gutter Dwellers thread. There are others that are OGD, but not the seven. Anyway, the girls that were in the pits, they were all OGD. The theory is that the girl Jon kissed, she was OGD too, but nobody knows who she was.”

“Oh. So Backstage is the fan club board? Do you belong to it?” she wanted their user names.

“Yeah, I’m AlwaysPenny and Bridget is FeverJovi. We’re both on the board a lot. How about you?” She was curious if Amber was as clueless as she seemed where Bon Jovi was concerned.

“Me?” startled by the question as she stowed their information. “Why would I belong to the Bon Jovi fan club?”

“Mrs. B always gets us the best seats possible. I was second row the last show here and Penny was seventh. We’re always in the first ten rows. Thanksgiving, she arranged for some of the fans to be in the group that ran out onto the field in Detroit at the Lions game when Bon Jovi played. She arranges fan club trips and sends little things in the renewal letters and there are the fanzines. Well, were. They’re being phased out. Anyway, lots of reasons to belong.” Bridget couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to be in it. “And there’s always stuff on the boards about things they’re doing and where they’ve been spotted. Not to mention that David is just hot!”

“David? He’s the blond with all the curls, right?” never one to understand what anyone saw in him, but she wasn’t going to question it openly since it was one less woman lusting after her man. Frowning slightly as she wondered if he really was or it was infatuation and lust. Shaking herself mentally, she smiled, “It would be nice to have some of that curl in my hair. It’s so straight.” The dreamy expression on the girl’s face was almost comical. Glancing at her watch, she stood. “Well, back to work if I’m going to get out of here tonight.” She’d been putting in long hours on the project she was hoping to pitch to the investors next week. With any luck they’d be in pre-production by spring.

Back in her office she sat down and went immediately to the Backstage board and searched for posts by the two women she just talked to and laughed out loud at some of the comments they’d posted on the board about the lucky beatch that got kissed by Jon. A phone call to a couple of her friends would be all she needed to put her plan into action along with some help from Jonny. He’d laughed at her plan, but agreed to help out.

Chapter 45

Sitting in his dressing room, Jon was intently text messaging with Amber. He couldn’t wait to get this leg of the tour over with so he could see her again. Their schedule was so repetitious that he was ready to scream. Not that it was different than any other tour schedule, get up around noon, have some coffee and a little breakfast, go to the gym and work out, shower, get on a plane and go to the next town. Then it was get in a car, check into the hotel, get back in the car, go to sound check, do the show, sometimes there was an after party, other times it was right back to the hotel and unwind and go to bed. Same routine was repeated the next night and the next ad infinitum.

Right now though he was asking her sizes. He needed to figure out what to get her for Christmas and he had no idea what size of anything she wore. He knew she was tiny. Smaller even than Dot, well except Amber had bigger tits, but hell, it’d been years since he had a clue what size his ex-wife was. That thought reminding him why he was divorced. Finishing the message he hit send. Sighing, he sat back against the soft leather of the chair he was sitting in to wait for her reply. The knock on his door grabbed his attention. Everyone knew the rules, nobody bothered him for the hour or so before a show. Growling his discontent, he stalked over to the door. “What?”

“Nice fuckin’ way to answer the door.” Richie stalked in, tired of the endless stream of VIPs roaming around backstage, expecting, no, it was more like demanding that they be good little rock stars and appease them. Hell, they’d been at this gig for twenty some odd years and they’d gotten far beyond the dog and pony show stage years ago. “You seen that prick out there that thinks spending a couple grand on front row tickets from some scalper entitles him to meet all of us?” Slumping down on Jon’s couch, one leg slung over the arm of it, he glared at the door, ignoring the incredulous look on Jon’s face.

“Make yourself comfortable, Mookie.” Slamming the door nearly in the man in question’s face, Jon joined him on the other end of the couch. Distracted when he felt his phone buzz. Flipping it open he roared with laughter, then immediately started sending a reply, his fingers flying over the keys until he’d completed the message. “Damn woman, keeps me on my toes.” His grin flashed in his eyes as brightly as it did across his pearly white teeth.

Shaking his head, Richie couldn’t recall Jon being this entranced by a woman, even Dot. “She’s good for you, bro. It’s good to be off-balance sometimes.”

“Maybe so, Rich. Maybe so. I’m ready for the next six or seven shows to be over tomorrow, although I’m not going to rush through them to get there. Who knew that our meeting on that plane would bring me here? I miss her every day and wish she was here. How are you and Linda doing?” He didn’t usually talk about this with anyone. They all had their own lives and for the most part they kept them separate. Once in a while they’d sit down and talk. The days of knowing every aspect and every detail of each others’ lives were long gone.

Shrugging, Richie wasn’t sure how to put it since Linda was a close friend of Amber’s. “We had a good time. I like her company and we’re still talking, but we’ve both concluded that it’ll never go to the next level. We have a lot in common and we’re friends, with benefits for now, but she deserves more than I can give at the moment.” Seeing Jon was okay with that, he exhaled.

Grinning, Jon winked, “there’s always Cassidy.”

“Yeah, bro, you have a point there. So why doesn’t Amber fly down to a show or two?”

“We’ll be home soon and she can go to all three of the ones at CAA. That is if she can get the time off. I just want some time off so we can spend more time together.” Thinking then about how really tough it was going to be once the tour hit full steam and he was away for months at a time. She’d made it clear that her career was important to her too and she was on the fast track up the corporate ladder. He loved that about her. She was intelligent, beautiful and driven now that she had someone encouraging her to spread her wings in her profession. It was something they shared and something that Dot never sought for herself.

“Yeah, hey, remember back in Philly? Her girlfriends that flew in from overseas? The one that was missing and had vanished off with Daniel from Nickelback?” Richie was smirking big time since he’d heard this news.

“Yeah, vaguely. Tall, dark haired girl? Thin?”

“That’s the one. Apparently, Daniel’s wife showed up and found them together in bed. She’s filing for divorce. Talked to Chad the other day. He said that Daniel’s trying to get it over with quick before the girl he was with, Eloise or was it Eleanor? No, Elaine! I know the girls called her something else though. Anyway, he wants to find her again. Think Amber will help with that?” smiling at Jon shaking his head in disbelief.

“That’s a good one. So Daniel’s got it bad for Lainey, huh? She’s a sweetie from what Amber’s said. He’d just better not break her heart. So, what the hell do I get her for Christmas? It needs to be unique, at least as unique as she is.” Sitting back against his end of the couch relaxing as they discussed possible gifts, doing so when they needed to be getting ready to hit the stage. Forgetting all about where they were and what time it was.

Chapter 44

She’d been at the office for the better part of the day, shuttered in her office, her assistant barely able to keep up with her pace when two dozen roses showed up, amber colored with a note that read “Amber, love the name, love the color, the color of...” with the ending of it missing. It made her smile and a tear threaten her eyes. It was only signed “J”. Her assistant asked who he was, her only reply was that he was someone special. She didn’t mention the call earlier in the day when he phoned to let her know they were getting on the plane and asking one more time if she wanted to join them. Nor did she mention the call not 30 minutes earlier when he called to say they were in Pittsburgh and Richie rode with Linda in the limo to take her home. That he was romantic on the calls was a surprise, she’d never expected that from him. Never saw him as the romantic type, but now she knew better.

Her memories of the weekend and especially their goodbye this morning almost had her crying real tears and she’d vowed ardently not to do that at the office. Tonight might be a different matter, but then she’d have Cassidy, wine, pizza and chocolate to help her cope. Standing abruptly, she announced to her assistant, Brooke, that she was going into the break room to get something to drink, which Brooke immediately offered to get for her. Shaking the suggestion off, she bolted out of her office and directly to the bathroom where she wiped away those tears that managed to escape before going for a soda.

Standing at the kitchen sink, she ignored the receptionist and one of their other co-workers that she barely knew who were busy gossiping at the break room table. Once she’d gotten into the kitchen she changed her mind from a soda to hot chocolate and was busy fixing it when they’d come in. Picking out one of the pastries, she was about to leave for her office when a comment reached her ears.

“...the lucky bitch, whoever she was, he kissed her. Not one of those quick pecks that he usually gives to the girls that get the dance, but this long, deep kiss that made me about swoon. Couldn’t see her face, but geez, I would have died if it had been me.”

Smirking to herself with her back to them, she mused to herself that the kiss was incredible but his morning goodbye made it pale in comparison. Nibbling on the pastry over the sink, she continued listening.

“They didn’t have her face on the big screen?”

“No! And that’s kinda odd. I’ve been to enough shows that they almost always put them on the screens. He acted like he knew her.”

Not bothering to hide her smile since they couldn’t see ‘oh he knows her alright’ she said to herself. Then decided that she had to find out more. Turning around, with an innocently curious expression planted on her lips, that she hoped didn’t betray the truth, she asked “who are you talking about?”

“Jon Freakin’ Bon Jovi! At the show this weekend, he was practically devouring this woman’s mouth when he kissed her. Gawd! To be her!!!” Penny, the receptionist exclaimed, her tongue nearly hanging out at the thought.

“Oh, yeah, some friends dragged me to see him this weekend.” mentally cringing at intentionally using the phrase that made all of the die hard Bon Jovi fans insane.

“You went to see Bon Jovi this weekend?” questioning it since Amber didn’t seem to know the difference between the man and the band.

Nodding thoughtfully, “yeah, so when did he do that whole kissing thing? I didn’t see it.” Shrugging negligently, “I must have been in the bathroom or something.”

“When he was on the side platform. Funny thing about that, the woman he kissed, after a bit someone told me that Kevin showed up and escorted her away.”

“Kevin?” She wasn’t certain she could pull this off much longer.

“Jon’s head of security.” munching on one of the sticky buns left from earlier in the day, Penny continued, “I know the girls around her vanished just before the encore and were in the pit during it. Nobody ever gets into the pits during the encore. I was sitting down on the floor in fan club seats and even from the seventh row I saw them grinning over at someone, but she was in the shadows at the back, so I couldn’t see her then even. None of them came back out of the pit after the show either. We were all waiting to see if we could find out anything, but security made us leave eventually and they didn’t come out. There were a handful of them sitting down front with the fan club too. I know a couple of them, so I’m hoping to find out more about the mystery woman. The boards are alive with speculation.”

Choking back the question of which ones Penny knew, Amber instead asked, “Really? I’ll bet she was some cute little blond with big tits,” she was going to have to check the message boards, something she hadn’t done in quite a while. That and warn her friends not to divulge her identity to the fan club curious. With any luck Tara hadn’t gotten pictures of her dancing with Jon, but she knew better than to think there weren’t any out there. Frowning slightly, “what boards?”

“Fan club message board, other fan boards. So far nobody’s come up with a good, clear picture of the woman, not even the best photographers on the fan club board.” Frowning, “in fact, the wires don’t even have a good one of her.” Shrugging it away, Penny went back to her sticky bun, “hell, secrets like that don’t last long in Jovi World. There are also rumors of an after party at some bar with a bunch of women and the band. Eventually, we’ll find out.”

“Probably so,” Amber answered, before she got up and returned to her office. Immediately heading for Backstage and a scan of the threads concerning her and her dance. The wild speculation and the sheer cattiness of the woman had her laughing within a couple minutes. If they only knew. It all had an idea forming in her brain that she’d have to run by Jon the next time she spoke with him.

Chapter 43

Hearing the insistent, shrill sound of an alarm going off in her head, Amber mumbled obscenities at it and covered her head with a pillow, reaching towards the sound to make it stop. She stopped, suddenly wide awake when she felt the unmistakable wall of flesh next to her and remembered with a smile who it belonged to. Jon. Letting her fingers scratch up his solid chest, combing through the crisp, springy hair there, her body began responding immediately to the gutter thoughts going through her brain until she couldn’t stand the buzz that was irritating from the bedside table. Huffing at the annoyance, she dropped her hand and half-crawled over him to get to the alarm.

“Well, good morning to you.” his gravely, barely awake voice growled into her ear while he captured her body spread across him.

Having silenced the alarm, she wriggled around so she was laying on top of him from shoulder to thigh. “Umm, good morning.” Kissing him softly before leaning back a bit to see his face. “Could you have found a more annoying alarm?”

“It woke you, didn’t it?”

Wrinkling her nose in irritation, she stifled a yawn, “I would have rather had you wake me.”

Yawning, his eyes squinted shut and brows furrowed as he attempted to scratch at his privates that she was halfway laying on and pushed his hair out of his face at the same time, “I’m on my tour time schedule right now, going to bed at 3 and getting up at noon is more my speed.” Looking over at the clock, he groaned. “It’s not even six yet. Why did you set it so early?”

Grinning, she inched forward on his chest to kiss him again, “so I had time to do this,” she purred, bringing her soft, hungry mouth down on his, kissing him lightly, withdrawing and then returning for a more insistent, desirous kiss. Wrapping one arm around her back and the other between her thighs, he held her exactly where she was as their mouths fused and delved into the other’s, deepening as their passions flew. One hand raising up to tangle in her long, blond tresses that swept down around them tickling his face, wreathing him in her scent.

Leaving the other lingering between her satiny, hot thighs, stroking slowly as her heat rose, not increasing the pressure or the stroke, leisurely touching her with a level of familiarity that was both erotic and frightening to a man that hadn’t forged any new bonds since his parting with his wife. Somehow though, it felt so right with this woman.

Memorizing every stroke on her flesh, every brain melting kiss, each touch and breath that caressed her skin, Amber didn’t want their time to end, had no desire to return to work while he left for more of his tour. As wondrous as this morning was and the way he was so gently and slowly enticing her, she knew it was the end of their weekend together and it would be a while before she saw him again, if ever. Sighing into his mouth, she languidly stretched and smiled softly. “You plan on making love to me today or are you just going to tease me and make me wait until your tour is done?”

Chuckling, the low, deep sound reverberated against her chest, “I don’t want to rush since it’s going to have to last a while.”

Propping herself on her elbows, looking down at the man she’d fallen deeply in love with long after she’d fallen for the rock star, she smiled impishly, “it’s going to have to last, but we have all of thirty minutes before I have to shower, dress and head out the door.”

“Well then….”

With a lightning-fast move, Jon rolled them so Amber lay pinned beneath his weight, her legs spreading instinctively as she tilted her hips in invitation.

“Thing is…..” Jon said conversationally, toying with a handful of the blonde tresses fanned out over his pillow “….if I only have a half hour, I can’t take it slow.”

“So don’t.” She muttered, trying to reach down between them, needing this simple affirmation of his feelings to sustain her through the lean, lonely time to come.

“But I want to make sure you don’t forget me.” He kept a serious expression with difficulty. “And if I don’t have the time to make love to you slowly….” He lowered his voice as though imparting a deep secret. “..and I had this whole decadently seductive idea goin’ on…..then all I can think to do is…” A quick dip of his head brought his lips to her ear. “….is fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling it for days.”

Amber moaned beneath him as Jon’s tongue thrust into her ear, then the moan rose to a cry when he used both hands to spread her wide, driving deep into her in one stroke.

“Yessss.” She groaned, closing her legs around his hips. “Oh, God yes. Yes, Jon…..”

“Amberrr….” He breathed, the simplicity of his voice, low and morning-husky as he growled her name making her shudder with pleasure.

Their mouths fused in a searing, searching kiss, both of them needing more, needing all they could get in this morning of parting when they’d barely found each other again. This morning that was ripping Amber’s heart clean out of her chest, the need to be with him warring with her dedication to her career. So far - unbelievably - the career was winning.

Jon’s intentions to gentleness were evaporating swiftly, every thrust of his hips stripping another layer from his control, his need - their need - the only thing ruling him right now. Amber was just as lost in the passion they both felt, clawing at his back, demanding - and receiving - more with every kiss, finally forced to break from his mouth because she couldn’t draw enough air into her panting lungs.

Fighting to rein himself in, Jon reached low to grab her ass, a punishing grip with both hands spread wide on her flesh, holding her to him as he rolled them until he lay on his back, Amber straddling him. Her hair fell around them, blanketing their faces, and the motion of their bodies never even faltered, Amber’s hips rising and falling on Jon, his hands assisting the movement as she kissed him deeply again, whimpering into his mouth as the tips of her nipples brushed down over the fur on his chest.

She reared back then, driving him deeper as she looked down at him, and Jon gazed up, watching this beautiful blonde spitfire as she rode him hard.

“Oh, Jesus, Amber……” He groaned it, his hands tugging her down harder as his hips thrust up, desperate to get just that fraction deeper inside her, then giving up, already balls-deep into her with nowhere else to go.

He reached up to her, a double handful of hair pulling her lips to his, and with his hands clamped around her face Jon rolled them again, needing more. Needing to feel her softness under him, all around him, his hands sliding free of her hair as he clutched roughly at her breasts.

“Oh, God…” Amber whimpered, grabbing onto his hair as he lowered his mouth to her throat, nibbling and sucking. “Oh God……oh God…….” She repeated in a helpless litany, her hips rising to meet every thrust as she took it all.

With one hand still on her breast, Jon groaned again, biting on her shoulder as he felt her tensing under him, and his free hand braced him on the bed as he let go that final shred of control, hammering her into the mattress with every brutally hard stroke. Amber fought enough breath into her body to scream his name, feeling him reach his own orgasm inside her, hips pumping furiously until he was spent, collapsing onto her for a second before easing himself free.

Rolling away, leaving her panting and barely conscious, Jon stared up at the ceiling, gasping for breath. “Sure you don’t want to come with me. I don’t know if that will last until the break.”

Barely able to draw a coherent thought, much less answer his question, she rolled on her side and let her fingers trail down his sweaty chest, playing in the whorls of soft, springy hair. Once her brain returned to functioning, she softly spoke, “would you respect me and my principles if I quit my job to follow you or would you find me more interesting and appealing if you knew that I was doing what I loved as much as you love your day job?” As much as she tried not to interject sound bites from his interviews in comments she made, she couldn’t help it. That was part of who she was, she was a Bon Jovi fan that had the incredible luck of having their lead singer become infatuated with her. At this point, it was all she could hope for that he was infatuated.

Gazing at the petite fireball that was Amber and knowing what Evan said about her talent, he couldn’t justify holding her back from her dream. He’d been allowed to follow his and look where it took him, taking hers away wasn’t judicious. There were only fifteen days till their Christmas break in the tour and he’d see her then, unless she was willing to make it to any of the shows in Jersey before the break. “No, you stay and work. I’ll be home in fifteen days for the holidays. Tell me that I can spend them with you and I’ll survive.”

Grinning, a knot formed in her throat, almost causing her to cry, “of course. I can’t think of a better way to spend Christmas. You’re not done until the 22nd, right? Three nights in Jersey and you’re done. What about the kids? You’ll want to spend time with them.”

“I’ll see them, too. Dot and I have talked about it. She’ll have them Christmas Day, I’ll have them Christmas Eve and for New Year’s. I can spent all of Christmas Day with you after I take them back to her. Does that work for you?”

Nodding, unable to look in his eyes, saddened by the idea of his family being split and the children bearing the worst of it not having their parents together. “My company is giving us the 26th off since Christmas is on a Sunday.”

Feeling the melancholy of the moment building, Jon bent forward and kissed her soundly on the lips. “I’ll send a car to get you early Christmas morning so I can have you all day.” He almost said ‘so she’d be there right after the kids were gone’ but was smart enough to stop himself there. “Would you like company in the shower?” Letting her go was going to be difficult today, waiting to see her would be a challenge and leaving her after Christmas he suspected would be impossible.

“Sure. I’m going to count the days until Christmas then.” She wouldn’t ask, nor even hint how badly she wanted to go with him, or how deeply she’d already fallen for him. His words at the show, ‘Amber, the color of my love’ haunted her every dream. Forcing herself up, she woodenly walked towards the bathroom. He might be joining her, but mentally she was already separating from him and getting her focus on her work. She had to or she wouldn’t be able to leave. Just as she turned on the water and was about to climb in she heard his cell phone ring. Sighing, he turned back to go answer it and she ducked under the water, hoping it would wash away the tears that were beginning to fall.

She was finished before he was done with his call, dried herself and her hair and dressed in the clothes she wore to the club the night before since her other clothes were still in Philly. Exiting the bathroom she saw Jon sitting in front of a laptop, talking, typing and deeply engrossed in his conversation although he was stark naked while doing so. As much as the sight of him undressed usually turned her on, seeing him in business mode just made her love him more, especially at the obscenely early hour that it was in his life.

Walking over, she kissed him lightly and told him she had to go. He squeezed her hand and told whoever he was on with to hold a moment. Kissing her goodbye, he mouthed ‘see you in 15 days’ and allowed her to leave. She hurried out before she couldn’t go and went down to the street to hail a cab to take her to her office, composing herself as she went. Having any of them suspect what she’d spent her weekend doing wasn’t what she wanted, none of her co-workers even knew she was a Bon Jovi fan. Keeping her private life and her business life separate was important to her, especially after the debacle with Rafael and Evan. She promised herself, never again.

Chapter 42

Sitting in the bar at a table at the back, Amber was amazed that they weren’t getting approached or for that matter that they weren’t even sequestered off in some private area where they were away from the general public. As she gazed around at the people there, one thing struck her, not one of them was the least interested in the two rock stars and their dates. To a person they had eyes only for the little stage where the small, frail looking, elderly man and his band were playing with passion, delight and some very off-color banter.

When they’d entered, he nodded to the men with Linda and her, not singling them out or bringing attention to them, just letting them know he’d seen them and if they wanted to join him on stage, they knew they were welcome there. She was fully aware that Linda and Richie were both enthralled with the music on that little stage, even Jon was listening intently. It seemed she was the only one that wasn’t impressed, actually, she thought, that wasn’t the truth, it just wasn’t her kind of music; she’d never been much of a fan of jazz even if it was Les Paul playing it.

Settling back against her chair she let her eyes wander around the club. The first thing she noticed was it wasn’t very big, she mentally counted the people sitting listening and got to about a hundred and twenty before she lost count, figuring there weren’t many more than that, she’d later find out it held 160. The tabletops were all highly polished wood, the walls painted a rich shade of red that was some kind of cross between firebrick and rust. Everything about the place exuded warmth and a coziness that she hadn’t expected when they walked down the stairs to enter the place.

Stifling a yawn that she knew wouldn’t be appreciated by her companion; she did her best to appear as if she was enjoying the show that could hold her attention for no more than about two minutes at a stretch. Smiling then to herself when a plate of fruit and cheese appeared along with a second round of drinks, although Jon already finished his second glass of wine and there was a third delivered on the tray. She was sipping on a seven and seven, while Linda and Richie were both enjoying Gray Goose and cranberry juice. Not that either of them were doing much damage to their drinks since both were absorbed by the music. Picking at the grapes, she let her mind wander to later and the thought of feeding grapes to Jon, Roman style.

Entertaining herself with her musings, she missed it when Richie stood and left the table, finding his way to the stage to join Les. It was Linda’s hand pressing down on her knee excitedly that brought her back.

Whispering to Amber “Fuck me, if this is a dream, don’t wake me up. I don’t want to ever wake from it.” The grin on her face lighting up her whole face. It really was a dream, she’d not only met Richie, she’d been in his bed and was on a date with him. The best part was that tomorrow when she flew home, it’d be on the Jovi jet with just Jon and Richie. [i]The Jovi jet!!![/i] That Linda was excited about that was an understatement and she hadn’t even called her best friend yet to tell her the news. This whole experience was surreal and there were times she was certain she was going to throw up just from the nerves of being in this situation.

Seeing Richie on stage, now that could keep Amber’s attention, or at least she thought it could. Looking over at Jon whose quizzical expression just made her laugh. “She’s dreamed of seeing Richie on stage here for a long time. Hell, she missed his solo tour because her kids were too young for her to leave alone, so this is heaven for her.” Watching him nod, she went back to picking at the grapes and cheese plate, wanting something sweeter since they hadn’t had dessert at the sushi place. Finding a little menu with dessert listed she called the waiter over and ordered the key lime pie, which was a favorite of hers.

Looking up when she recognized one of Richie’s solo songs, she found herself watching Richie and Les interact on the stage and before she knew it, the show was over as was her pie although, if asked, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone if it was any good. Standing along with the rest of the club, she joined in giving them an ovation they richly deserved. Grinning to herself that at least this time Linda didn’t shout out ‘fuck me, Richie Sambora’, which she’d been doing for the last couple of days anyway. “That was really good.”

Jon just gave her one of his soft, smirky smiles, he’d seen how thoroughly bored she was with the show until Richie took the stage and from nearly that point she was as interested as Linda. He still wasn’t thrilled that Amber’s friend was going to fly to Pittsburgh with them, but he couldn’t argue against both Amber and Richie; one thing he learned early on was to choose his battles and this one was a no-win situation. “If you want to come back and hear Les play any Monday night, I can arrange it for you.”

“Ah, no thanks, I’d rather enjoy it with you.”

“Truth is, you’d rather hear him when Sambora’s on stage?”

Blushing, Amber reluctantly admitted the truth, “I’d rather hear you or Richie any day, anywhere. Jazz,” deep sigh, “doesn’t do anything for me.” A playful grin hit her lips making her eyes sparkle as she moved to whisper in his ear, “but you naked on top of me does.”

Laughing heartily, Jon gave her a peck on the cheek, “later, darlin’.”

“Promises, promises.” Now that they were walking out of the little club for the ride back to the heliport and then the chopper ride to the hotel. Stopping, her brows furrowed together, “Jon? Don’t you have an apartment in the City? Couldn’t we just as easily stay there tonight and the three of you fly out of a New York airport as you can from Philly?”

Blinking before he replied, “yeah, we could, but our stuff is in Philly and so is yours.” Then looking to Richie, he grinned. “I suppose we can afford to get someone to pick it all up and put it on the plane. You’d have to ride with us to the airport though to get yours.”

“Ah, Jon? I have to work tomorrow. Unlike the three of you, I have to be up and at work by 8:30. None of you will even be up by then.” it was irritating the hell out of her that he was being so nonchalant about it, “and I work in the City, so staying here would make it easier for me to get to work on time.”

Nodding, he flipped open his phone and spoke quickly and quietly to someone on the other end as they waited for their limo to arrive. If staying at his apartment in the city would make her happy, then that’s what they’d do. Not that there was any food there, but at least there was a bed and he had plenty of clothes stashed there for those rare times he did stop in. “Rich, you don’t mind do you? It is late and Amber needs to be at work early.” Not that he needed to explain, since Richie and Linda were standing right there while they were discussing it.

“Naw, bro, we’re good. Right, darlin’?” He didn’t need to be in any particular hotel or room, he would have a good time with his sweet date wherever they were.

Climbing into the limo, Amber yawned, it had been a long day and it was going to be an early morning. Seeing it, Jon had a feeling that their last night together for a while was going to be spent actually sleeping. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders when they settled into the limo, Amber snuggled against the warmth of his chest, inhaling the scent that turned her on usually, but at the moment it was making her feel comforted and cared for. Her eyes closed on their own before they were half-way to the apartment with Jon, Richie and Linda’s voices swirling around her and following her into sleep.

Chapter 41

“Hey Bro, we’re gonna to be late.” assessing their appearance quickly, his lips quirked up into a wide grin, “I can see your date was a success.” Winging his eyebrows upward at the obvious bulge in Jon’s pants, “so, do you still want to hit the bar?”

Flipping his friend off, Jon steered Amber towards the waiting helicopter and ignored Sambora’s comments. Seeing Linda already settled in the chopper, without even thinking Amber hopped up in and sat next to her, leaving Jon and Richie to take the seats facing them.

Frowning, Jon and Richie exchanged a silent dialogue that was missed entirely by the two women that were chatting animatedly about finally getting to see Les Paul play. It wasn’t like this was the first time the guys had seen him play, since Richie and Les were good friends and chances were Richie would end up on stage as he tended to do when he visited the Iridium. Shrugging, they fell into an easy conversation about the tour and what time they’d need to leave in the morning for the next stop since they were playing that evening. It wasn’t typical for them to wait until the morning of a show to fly out. As it was David, Tico, Hugh and the rest of the musicians and crew were already in Pittsburgh. Jon and Richie were the only ones that stayed in Philly because of their little side trip to New York with these two women. Less than an hour later they were all piled into a town car and headed to the Iridium just off Times Square.

“When was the last time you’ve been to the Iridium?” Amber questioned without specifying who she was asking.

Looking over at Jon, Richie answered, “I was there when we were playing a MSG. I don’t know the last time Jon’s been there.”

“It’s been a while. Have you ever been?” asking Linda, since he hadn’t spoken to her much, actually at all as Jon thought about it.

“No, it’ll be my first time.” her excitement nearly radiated from her, not only was she going, she was going with Richie! It was a dream come true. “I’m almost as excited about it as I am about flying ....” she stopped when she saw the warning glance from Richie, although that registered about the same moment that his hand clamped down on her leg.

“Flying? What’s exciting about flying?” Amber was lost and missed the whole exchange between her friend and Sambora. She knew her friend thought nothing of flying to see shows and her next flight was just to go home.

Blushing, Linda changed tact, “nothing. I’m just excited about seeing them play in Pittsburgh tomorrow night.”

Eyes narrowing, Jon knew there was more here. “You just saw us play on Saturday.” Then his frown deepened and he squinted at Richie, “why is she going to Pittsburgh?”

“I live there.” Linda quickly protested, since it appeared Jon was accusing Richie of, well, she didn’t know what, but something, “I flew here to see the show with the rest of my friends and because Richie wanted me to stay to go to the Iridium with him, I missed my flight home.”

“And?” his eyes still piercing Richie.

Clearing his throat before answering, “I told her that there was no point in paying the change fee to fly back commercial when you and I were all that would be on our jet and invited her to fly with us. Didn’t figure there would be a problem with that.” He dared Jon to object, especially in front of Amber.

Sinking back against the soft leather of the seat, Jon huffed a breath, then turned to Amber, “so do you want to join us too?” He was beaten and knew it. There wasn’t a way in hell he’d turn down Richie’s request, especially when it had to do with one of her girlfriends. Already having witnessed how tight the group was, he wasn’t going to chance falling from their good graces and tempt fate where she was concerned, not again.

“I have to work tomorrow, as much as I’d love to go to the show.” It wasn’t lost on her that Linda would see the inside of the Jovi jet when she’d never seen anything except Jon’s hotel room.

Pulling her in for a hug, Jon murmured that he’d make it up to her.

“You’d better,” she pouted and gave him a peck on the cheek. She wasn’t about to start kissing him like she had in the other car since this time they had witnesses.

Laughing lightly, Jon kissed her soundly on the mouth, enjoying the way she melted into him almost to the point of forgetting himself. “Sure you don’t want to fly to Pittsburgh with us?”

“I’d love to, but I already took today off work and I haven’t been with the company that long that I can get away with jet setting all over the country with a couple of rock stars. Hell, they don’t even know that I’m a Bon Jovi fan at work, much less that I took today off to spend it with you.” grinning when he rolled his eyes at her, something she found adorable.

Chapter 40

Walking into the restaurant was a surprise, Amber expected the utilitarian Oriental decor that seemed to be in every Japanese or Chinese restaurant she’d ever entered. This place was nothing like what she was used to. Although the decor was Oriental in flavor, the use of brightly colored sumptuous silks and ornate wall hangings gave it a luxurious ambiance. Her eyes darted around the room trying to take it all in at once, the thickly cushioned seats, the exquisite colors, deep wood tones and the display of katana swords encased in glass. She wanted to go look at the swords, yet she was determined not to look like she was overly impressed. There was another display case of carved jade figurines that drew her attention as well. Jade was something that she loved and had a small collection of figurines that she kept stashed away in a small display case where Bounce couldn’t get to them.

Being steered towards the sushi bar, her eyes widened when she saw the sashami, maki and nigiri on different pattern and size plates floating on boats as they circled the bar. As many sushi restaurants as she’d visited over the years, she’d been to them all over the country, she’d never seen anything like this. It was amazing.

Jon pulled out a chair for her at the sushi bar, he’d considered a table, but the experience of watching the chefs was something he never tired of and the ones here were especially good. Sitting next to her, he accepted the oshibori that was presented in a basket and wiped his hands with it, seeing Amber do the same, registering that she did know the custom of cleaning her hands with the warm towel brought to them before eating.

Watching the boats floating by, he selected a couple plates to start and grinned to himself when Amber almost tipped one over before grabbing it. “Not very experienced at this?”

“I’ve never had them come around like this. It’s different, but I can see that I’ll be trying a bunch of different stuff instead of just rolls or nigiri.” Pulling a plate that had a couple pieces with eel with teriyaki sauce on it, she eyed the rest of the boats floating by with the dishes on them before lifting her chopsticks. Grasping her first piece, she dipped it into the soy sauce she’d laced with wasabi before popping it into her mouth. “Umm, this is really good.” Taking another piece, this time nigiri with yellowfin tuna, she followed her routine, dipping it into the soy sauce before eating it.

Jon was doing the same with his dinner, a little nigiri, some maki and sashami, all washed down by some warm saki. Grateful that she was just as involved with her meal as he was his, requiring little conversation and the chance to just enjoy the companionable silence that rested easily between them. Finding a piece of sashami, raw fish, that tasted exceptional, he offered it to her and laughed outright when she pressed her fingers over her nose from the sharp sensation of the wasabi opening her sinuses a little more than anticipated. “Sorry.”

Dabbing at her eyes as she sniffed inward trying to overcome the shock of it, she smiled gamely, “you went a little heavy with the wasabi there, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t have a problem with it” smirking back at her, piling a small glob of wasabi on a piece of fish before putting it in his own mouth to show her that it didn’t bother him. His eyes watering as he experienced the same sinus opening sensation.

Slanting an ‘I told you so’ glance at him, Amber took a sip of green tea, having foregone the sake as her rock star tried valiantly to cover his discomfort. “The tea is wonderful, would you like a sip?” She’d learned years before that when you had too much wasabi that the tea helped neutralize it.

Accepting her cup, Jon drank down the remains of its contents and then returned it to her. “Touche,” he was a little more careful with his next several pieces of sushi, chatting with her about their choices and getting to know each other a little better. It was hard to really talk much since there were other people sitting in close proximity to them around the bar. He did manage to learn more about her family, or rather, lack thereof other than her maiden aunt in Florida and her estranged brother that lived somewhere out in Montana. She didn’t mention any other family when he pressed the issue. For his part, there wasn’t much to tell her that she didn’t already know, but gave her insight on his family with little snippets of stories that made her laugh.

Glad he didn’t push too hard on the subject of family, she relaxed as dinner wore on, getting more and more full and seeing the twinkle in his eyes becoming more evident the more sake he drank. Tickled by the fact that before the evening was over she might get entertained by a slightly inebriated Jonny, curious as to what he might have in store for her if that happened. Finally unable to eat another bite, she pushed her pile of plates away and saw that Jon was doing the same. Their waitress came by and tallied the bill by the number and pattern on the plates, then wrote out the bill and handed it to Jon, who didn’t even glance at it, instead handing over his credit card. Within minutes they were out the door and in the town car again after a brief delay when a couple fans stopped them for autographs and a picture with Jon, who was gracious and smiled playfully.

Sinking back in the seat, Amber looked over at her companion that was propped against the corner of the opposite seat. “Why so far away?” She teased.

“I was wondering the same, babe. How about you coming over here to keep me company?”

Hesitating, “I would, but there’s no room.”

Patting his lap, he teased, “right here, there’s a seat waiting.”

Sliding over to his side of the car, Amber snuggled onto his lap, attempting to be somewhat discreet since their driver could see everything they were doing in the back seat. Turning towards him, she swiped his lips with her tongue, whispering that he needed to get them a limo the next time. Feeling as much as hearing the deep rumble of laughter that greeted her words before his fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her hard against his mouth, devouring any protests that his bold action might elicit. Sinking into the kiss, she suddenly didn’t care if the entire world saw them making out, giving as good as she was getting before they’d been half a block.

The cold rush of air that swept into the car brought their heads up and Jon’s hand out from inside her sweater as the driver cleared his throat loudly in deference to looking into the back seat. He’d seen enough to know their clothing was disarrayed and it wouldn’t do his tip any good to be obvious about it.

Cursing silently the swift ride to the heliport, Jon straightened his clothes and helped Amber with hers, smoothing her hair as best he could before either of them stepped out of the car. Fully cognizant that his arousal would be clearly evident, he kept close behind Amber hoping that Richie wouldn’t make any comments about it.

Chapter 39

Dressed in the cowl neck burnt sienna sweater and winter white wool pants that Jon bought her along with her chunky heeled boots, Amber felt more casually elegant than ever before. Her only regret was not buying the diamond chip encrusted bangle bracelets she’d spied in the jewelry department of one of the stores. They would have looked fabulous with her outfit. Not that she didn’t own a fair amount of nice jewelry that she’d accumulated over the years, but all of that was at home and she wasn’t in Jersey. Checking her reflection in the mirror, she was satisfied that she was ready for her first real date with Jon. He’d changed their dinner plans twice already and instead of the romantic dinner he initially spoke of, they were going to one of his favorite sushi restaurants in town. It was one of the things they discovered they both loved and she couldn’t wait to experience it with him. After all, she would never forget the video on the box set of Richie and his goofball ‘the will to live’ bit from a sushi restaurant somewhere in the world.

Stepping from the bathroom, she glanced around and didn’t see Jon. Walking into the sitting room of their suite she didn’t find him there either. Frowning slightly, she went back into the bedroom to make sure she didn’t miss him before crossing to the couch and sitting down. Confused by his absence, she wasn’t certain what to think, then shrugged and turned on the television to wait for him. A couple minutes later she heard a knock at the door and answered to find Jon standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a small box. “What’s this?”

“You didn’t expect me to pick you up for our date without bringing a gift to my girl, did you?” Waggling his eyebrows as that million watt smile broke out lighting his handsome face.

Laughing, she accepted the flowers and a chaste kiss on the cheek, just shaking her head at how romantic he was being. “Why thank you, Mr. Bon Jovi, I’m honored.” Sniffing the exquisite bouquet of a variety of white, yellow, purple and red dendrobium, phalaenopsis, oncidium and vandaceous orchids, she smiled up at him, “they’re wonderful and not something that would set off your allergies either.”

“I wanted something special for my special lady. That they won’t bother my allergies was a bonus. This is for you too.” That she knew so much about him personally at times set him on his heels, remembering how much of a fan she was before meeting him gave him insight into what he imagined some of the more ‘enthusiastic’ fans might know.

Accepting the small box, she had to juggle it with the flowers still in her hands, thrusting them back at Jon so she could open the box. “You know you didn’t have to do ...” her jaw dropped open as she withdrew the sparkling bangle bracelets she’d barely glanced at even if she did drool over them in her mind. “How’d you know? I love them. Oh, thank you, Jon!” Flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the mouth.

He had to quickly adjust so the flowers didn’t get crushed when she came at him, but his satisfaction that his instincts were right about her wanting those particular bracelets was warming his heart. She really was special and he was determined to prove to her it wasn’t just sex, he really did love being with her. The feel of her flush up against his body, her mouth busily devouring his was intoxicating and sending all of his good intentions south. The almost instant response in his jeans reminded him they had dinner reservations that they’d miss if he gave into his body’s desires. Reluctantly pulling back, he winked at her, “How about thanking me properly later? We have somewhere to be and are meeting Mookie and Linda later.”

“Oh, yeah, there’s some thanking to be done, that’s for sure.” Turning away from him to drop the box on the little table in the entryway, she slipped the bracelets on, twisting her wrist back and forth to watch them sparkle and shine. The grin that was plastered on her lips showed just how excited she was over the gift. “I don’t know how you knew, but thank you!” Reaching for him again, she kissed him lightly and removed the flowers from his hand. Looking around she didn’t see anything to put them in, then walked through to the bathroom and filled the ice bucket with water. Bringing them into the sitting room, she was still smiling, a teasing glint to her eyes, “love the fancy vase, don’t you?”

Shaking his head again, Jon laughed lightly, “I knew I should have bought the vase, but I didn’t think it would be nearly as romantic as flowers wrapped in paper.” Picking up the room phone he called down to the desk and asked they bring up a vase for her flowers, telling them that they’d be gone from the room for the evening.

Unused to being pampered as Jon, she was surprised the hotel had people to do that, but then, he was a rock star.... Musing to herself about the perks of having a rock star boyfriend, even if for the most part he was just like any other guy, just one that had a whole lot more money than she did. Giggling to herself at that idea when she finally looked at his clothing for the evening, baggy jeans and a form-fitting black sweater with an unbuttoned black dress shirt over that. The contrast of the black against his blond hair looked amazing, smirking to herself that he always looked amazing. “I’m ready, if you are.” Laughing when the look on his face told her he was ready, but his thoughts were still centered around his desires. “for DINNER, Mr. Bon Jovi, for DINNER!” Laughing even harder at the exaggerated pout that now graced his beautiful face.

“When you put it that way, your chariot awaits downstairs,” extending his arm, so she could link hers in his, he placed his free hand over hers that was now wrapped around his elbow. Escorting her from their room, he closed the door behind them and heard the lock engage before they headed off for their evening out and first date.

Chapter 38

Showered and dressed, albeit in the same clothes she’d had on the day before since she didn’t bring a change of clothes, Amber smiled to herself as she watched Jon dressing.

Quirking one eyebrow skyward, he could see her mind spinning. “What did I do this time?”

“It just occurred to me that this will be the first time we’ve gone out together.”

Jon frowned, wanting to counter her comment and found he couldn’t. They’d met on the plane and fucked, then met a second time at her former boss’s party and left together spending the night and most of the next day in her bed and he chased her after the party when that snake Whatshisname pulled his shit on her. And now they’d been together again, yet not once had they been out in public as a couple. “Well, I guess I’ll have to do something to change that. Is that what you’re wearing?” He suddenly felt the need to take her to a nice restaurant where they could have a romantic evening before he had to resume the tour. It was easy to forget they’d not been together that long or that often when they fit together so naturally.

Looking down, she frowned. “I wasn’t expecting to spend the night with you or...oh shit!” Realization dawned that Bounce was home alone and hadn’t been fed. “I gotta use your phone!” Grabbing it without waiting for permission, she dialed her next door neighbors hoping they’d be home. “Hey, Jerry, could you do me a favor? I won’t be home till tomorrow night, could you or Sherry go feed Bounce and clean her box for me? I didn’t expect to stay overnight and now it’s going to be a couple nights, but I’ll be home day after tomorrow.” Hearing her neighbor amiably agree, she promised to reciprocate the kindness when they were out of town and needed someone to take care of their dog. Hanging up, she was visibly more relaxed. “Can’t forget my responsibilities, now can I?”

Shaking his head, he understood why she’d suddenly been distracted from his question. “Now, about the clothes?”

“It’s all I have with me. Unless you have something I could wear or you want to take me shopping?” Her eyebrows waggled up and down playfully at that suggestion.

Laughing he grabbed her hand, “I have to talk to Paul a minute, then we’ll go get you whatever you need since you’re not leaving until I have to fly out of here. I know you have a job and a cat to take care of, so I won’t even ask if you’ll join me for the next part of the tour.” Leading her from the room he went to get Paul to make dinner reservations for the two of them and arrange a car. Shopping was going to be done by foot since there were some nice shops right in the area of their hotel.


Two hours later laden with a number of shopping bags they returned to the hotel. Amber was impressed with how infrequently Jon was approached by fans and how polite they were when they did approach. Even more impressed with the array of clothing he’d bought her and even a couple shirts for himself. They’d had fun when normally she dreaded shopping and even more hated everything she saw on the racks. He had a unique ability to tell what would look good on her when she thought it would look terrible. Her feet ached from all the walking they did, yet she was buzzing from the high of having spent most of the early evening wandering in and out of stores on Jon’s arm. It was a dream that she never anticipated living. Attentive, sweet and willing to buy her whatever she fancied, the rock god she’d been in love with for years was now a flesh and blood man that she was quickly falling for. “I’m beat.” Flopping down on the bed dramatically, she turned her head towards him hoping he wouldn’t insist on going out.

“Up and into the shower with you. We have dinner reservations at seven and I don’t want to be late.”

His deep rumbling laugh rolled over her after she stuck her tongue out at him. Sighing deeply, she peeled herself off the bed and found the bag of bath products along with the items from Victoria’s Secret that he’d purchased and headed into the bathroom to clean up. It wasn’t like she got to have a private dinner with a rock star very often, amending that thought in her head to never.

Jon considered joining her, instead stepped from the room to check and see that everything he requested had been arranged. Seeing Richie in the hallway with Linda still on his arm, he couldn’t stop the grin from spreading, “hey man, what’ goin’ on?”

“Heading out to dinner, bro. How’re you feeling?” Tightening his grasp on the woman’s waist, they’d already been out wandering town and done some shopping, finding some new concert gear for him and some new lingerie for her.

“Good, Amber and I are heading to dinner soon too. I’d ask you to join us, but she informed me that we’ve never been on a date, so I’m going to keep her to myself tonight.” cocking his head a bit, his grin widened, his straight, white teeth gleaming. “Interested in hitting a club later, though? It is Monday night and Les is playing tonight, right?”

Richie saw the gleam in Linda’s eyes and nodded, “yep, at the Iridium Jazz Club. That’s quite a drive from here, you sure?”

Laughing, Jon shrugged, “who’s driving? I think we can get a chopper into the city. I’ll see what Paul can pull out of his ass and meet you two back here around nine?”

“Works for me. Linda, you game?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Slapping her hand over her mouth, she didn’t believe her outburst in front of the two of them, then helplessly winced. “I mean, whatever you want to do.”

Both men roared at her discomfort, if she was anything it was forthright with her opinion.

“See you then.” Jon continued down the hall towards Paul’s room with a new list of requests in his head, amending his original plans for dinner and their evening out.

Chapter 37

“Mmmm, you just want me to tell you? Just like that?” a teasing glint in his sparkling eyes, warmed by his desire.

Softly smiling, she reveled in the feel of his hands stroking her skin, deliciously awaking every nerve ending as they passed. “How else do you propose to tell me, Mr. Bon Jovi?” wriggling around to indulge herself in the heady sensation of his heated hands drifting across her flesh.

Leaning towards her, Jon touched his lips to hers again, this time with more intent, pressing his palm against her back urging her closer to him. The hunger that awoke him replaced by a more insistent sensual hunger. Tracing her lips, then plunging into her mouth, he avoided answering her question. Her purr against his mouth told him that she too was hungry for this and pulled her half under him. Too engrossed in tasting and touching to break the contact, Jon propped himself on one elbow to keep from crushing her as his palm snaked a lazy path down her side, across her hip and up between her thighs to find her moist curls waiting. A contented sigh greeted him when he pressed the heel of his hand against her folds. Kneading her mound, his other palm massaging her breast as he kissed her senseless, inhaling her whimpering need. Unwilling to give up the sweetness of her mouth to skim any other part of her body with his.

Amber spread her legs further apart hoping for a more intimate touch, her fingers laced tightly in his shaggy blond hair holding him to her, feeling the heat rising within her, the need pulsing and her brain screaming for what her body desired. Reaching out she tried to pull him over her, he could be attentive and giving later, for now she wanted, no needed a good hard fuck. Something about him being this close in proximity turned her into a junkie and he was her drug, all of the questions she had evaporated when he held her so intimately. One calloused digit slipped between the folds of her pussy and began stroking, finding the hard bud within, teasing it, almost vibrating across it until she lost herself in the rising tide that washed across her. Gasping then, her eyes glazed, she begged him to take her.

Acquiescing to her demands, he slid on a condom, rolled over her and between her legs, lifting one and then the other up, almost bending her in two before he thrust inside. Jamming himself to the hilt in one solid, powerful move, holding himself there as he savored the throbbing of her walls pulsing around him, listening to her keening cry of rapture when he’d done nothing more than enter. Waiting for her to relax, he withdrew, then entered again and again, never slowing the pace, her legs braced against his shoulders, her breasts rubbing against the sweating skin of his chest, abrading, making them more sensitive. Losing himself in the act as he hadn’t done in years, hearing their voices mingling in tandem as they both uttered sounds that pulled the other along, hungry for release from the sweet torture they were inflicting on the other.

Amber was biting down on her lip, unable to form thought, working only on instinct and her need, her head thrashing back and forth as he lifted her again towards ecstasy and fulfillment as only he’d been able to do since that first time they were together. Her nails were scoring his back, holding on, urging him on, feeling the tidal wave coming again and hoping that she could wait until he came and could join him in his orgasm. She bit back a scream when he rammed into her and held himself hard against her womb, straining as he emptied himself, feeling heat pouring into her when she knew he always protected them both. Something though felt so right about it, having that flood of warmth within her knowing that it was his. Her legs were released and she laid back boneless against the pillow, his weight a happy burden sprawled on top of her.

It was long minutes before he could force himself to move, he’d done his best not to place his full weight on her, yet she hadn’t complained. Looking down at her, the contentedness that he felt was reflected in her expression as well. “Thank you.”

“For what?” just a hint of a frown etched her otherwise smooth brows.

“Just thank you.” When his stomach broke the moment, he added, “think you’d be interested in showering and going out to dinner with me?” He began to roll away when he discovered the remnants of the condom, split down one side. “Shit! I didn’t mean for that to happen. I…” his words stopped when her finger touched his lips accompanied by a quiet “shh”.

“I’m not complaining, Jon.” Quietly adding, “I am on the pill. You don’t have to worry about anything. It’s okay.” Sitting up she wrapped her arms around him, hoping to assure him she wasn’t some kind of wacko that wanted to get pregnant by him and force him to support her and the child, what she felt for him was much deeper. If there ever was a child in her life it would be planned and wanted, not a momentary lapse of judgment or an accident. “Unless, of course, there’s some reason that I should be worried that I don’t know about?” It was an afterthought that she hadn’t intended on speaking out loud.

“Huh? No, nothing. You’re sure? We’re okay?” He didn’t know why it mattered, but it did. Seeing she was confident, he kissed her lightly and then took the broken condom into the bathroom and started the shower, peeking his head out to ask if she was joining him.

Nodding, she slid off the bed and forced away the questions that had begun racing through her head again. He may be Jon Bon Jovi and this might be an affair, but she made up her mind to take it one minute at a time, after all, their next show was on Tuesday in Pittsburgh and after that, he’d be gone until a couple days before Christmas.