Chapter 13
Panic grasped her tightly, today was the 29th, how could she have been so stupid? How could Evan say they were grilling so casually? Rafael was going to be there, hell, half the staff would be there. Shit, shit, shit! What the hell was she going to do now? Rafael and Jon in the same place? Not that anyone knew she was seeing Rafe, hell, he lived in LA and she lived in Jersey, just across the river from her job in NYC. Because of company policy they had to be extra discreet and apparently they were doing a good job of it since Evan had no idea they were a couple.
How many times had they joked that if she ever got a chance with Jon that it was a ‘free pass’? Who would have ever thought that she’d get that chance, not once but twice and he was acting like he was interested in much more? Shit! Rafael was handsome, Latino and sweet as they came, he treated her like a queen, doted on her even and was incredible in bed, all things that she loved about him. Jon though, ah, Jon was her dream. He played guitar to her in bed, was fastidious about giving her orgasm either before or with him and was not only incredible in bed; he was just incredible period. What the fuck was she going to do? Standing there in the bathroom naked, she was frozen to the spot. How do you tell a naked international rock star that’s perched in the center of your bed that you have a steady boyfriend? Shaking herself back to reality, Amber grabbed a fresh washcloth and headed for the shower, at least there she could think clearly. Ducking under the flow, she relished the water streaming over her, closing her eyes to block out the dilemma she was facing. Shrieking when large, soft hands cupped her breasts from behind.
“Hey darlin’, what did I do to spook you so?” His lips nibbled on the edge of her earlobe as he spoke softly, confused by her sudden flight from the bed they’d shared and the growing feelings for her that were the first he’d had for any woman since finding his wife in bed with her karate sensei. “Whatever it is we can face it together.”
The feeling of his fingers fondling her breasts as his mouth brought wicked thoughts to her mind, Amber wanted to lose herself in this man, this moment and forget all about Rafael and the future he stood for, their life in California, the production studio they discussed opening and running together. Jon was here now and his hands were magnificent instruments that could bring her to life, take her places that even Rafael couldn’t. The sensations streaking through her straight to her core sidetracked her rational conclusions, greedy for more of him and what he’d awakened inside her. Leaning back against his solid chest, she surrendered to him and his fingers rolling her diamond hard nipples between them, squeezing them, that sinful mouth nibbling on her ear, her throat, holding her close, stroking against her with his magnificent rock hard cock that she wanted again and again all night and yet again now, wanted it, needed it inside her deeply where she could revel in the incredible orgasms he brought her. Moaning when his fingers dipped down into the folds of her hungry pussy, already drenched from being this close to him, her rock star that wanted her as much as she wanted him. Turning in his arms, she reached up to cradle his stubble covered face in her hands and drew it down where she could kiss those lips that she knew she’d miss once he was gone.
Hungrily his mouth covered hers, urging it open to savor the taste of her, his mind was lost in the need to be this close to her, his need frightening to him as he couldn’t remember needing anyone as much as he needed to be with this woman that bolted from their bed and he still didn’t know why.
Tangling his fingers in her long, wet hair he anchored her against him, taking everything he wanted from her, giving her what she wanted, her fingers slipping down his back finding the hard, muscular globes of his ass and holding on as if she too was afraid he’d leave her. Lifting his head finally, he gazed down into her dilated eyes seeing only the lust that they shared, no fear, no desire to leave him, the question on his lips was left unasked when her eyes begged him to take her to the heavens they found together repeatedly during the night. Dipping his head back down, Jon took her mouth with a half-desperate, needy intensity that brought a gasp to her lips as she shivered from the beginnings of orgasm that having him want her that much started.
Rubbing her leg against his hip to open herself for him, then feeling his hands slide under her bottom and lift her against the cold tile of her shower securing her against that wall. Helping her wrap her legs around his waist before lowering her onto the rod of her desire, her eyes widening as she could feel the heat and length of him entering her, licking her bottom lip and sucking it inside her mouth as it unleashed waves of spasms from deep within her, groaning loudly when he thrust deeply. Lost to thought, to anything except the feel of him sending her to the heavens yet again as the water sluiced down their bodies, Amber screamed when she flew over the edge feeling Jon empty himself inside her at almost the same moment, wishing they could stay like this forever. Unable to concentrate when his mouth was back on her again, sweetly kissing her eyelids, her nose and then her mouth and she could think of nothing except how much she enjoyed him and their time together. Opening her eyes she was startled by the melancholy sadness that seemed to be deep within the electric blueness of them. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, maybe you can tell me. You’re crying darlin’.”
And she realized that she was. “It was so spectacular that it made me cry is all.”
“You’re a bad liar,” his fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
She’d lowered them to avoid thinking about how much she wanted to stay right here, against the wall with him inside her, keeping him to herself and yet knowing that he’d leave soon for his home and life that didn’t include her. “I want to keep you here and I know I can’t.”
“I never said I had to leave. You’re the one that gave me the idea you wanted me to go.”
Whispering then, her voice failing her when she needed it most “I never want you to leave, but you have a life outside of my bathroom.”
Chuckling deeply at the thought of staying in her bathroom, Jon smiled softly “that I do, baby, as do you, apparently. How about we wash up and see about finding a way to include each other in our lives.”
“I’d like that.” Deeply feeling the loss of him when he lowered her to the shower floor, so she could stand on her own and finish the shower she’d started before he joined her in more ways than one. Hating that within the next hour or so she would have to leave for the airport to pick up Rafe and pretend that she hadn’t just come from Jon’s bed and arms.
How many times had they joked that if she ever got a chance with Jon that it was a ‘free pass’? Who would have ever thought that she’d get that chance, not once but twice and he was acting like he was interested in much more? Shit! Rafael was handsome, Latino and sweet as they came, he treated her like a queen, doted on her even and was incredible in bed, all things that she loved about him. Jon though, ah, Jon was her dream. He played guitar to her in bed, was fastidious about giving her orgasm either before or with him and was not only incredible in bed; he was just incredible period. What the fuck was she going to do? Standing there in the bathroom naked, she was frozen to the spot. How do you tell a naked international rock star that’s perched in the center of your bed that you have a steady boyfriend? Shaking herself back to reality, Amber grabbed a fresh washcloth and headed for the shower, at least there she could think clearly. Ducking under the flow, she relished the water streaming over her, closing her eyes to block out the dilemma she was facing. Shrieking when large, soft hands cupped her breasts from behind.
“Hey darlin’, what did I do to spook you so?” His lips nibbled on the edge of her earlobe as he spoke softly, confused by her sudden flight from the bed they’d shared and the growing feelings for her that were the first he’d had for any woman since finding his wife in bed with her karate sensei. “Whatever it is we can face it together.”
The feeling of his fingers fondling her breasts as his mouth brought wicked thoughts to her mind, Amber wanted to lose herself in this man, this moment and forget all about Rafael and the future he stood for, their life in California, the production studio they discussed opening and running together. Jon was here now and his hands were magnificent instruments that could bring her to life, take her places that even Rafael couldn’t. The sensations streaking through her straight to her core sidetracked her rational conclusions, greedy for more of him and what he’d awakened inside her. Leaning back against his solid chest, she surrendered to him and his fingers rolling her diamond hard nipples between them, squeezing them, that sinful mouth nibbling on her ear, her throat, holding her close, stroking against her with his magnificent rock hard cock that she wanted again and again all night and yet again now, wanted it, needed it inside her deeply where she could revel in the incredible orgasms he brought her. Moaning when his fingers dipped down into the folds of her hungry pussy, already drenched from being this close to him, her rock star that wanted her as much as she wanted him. Turning in his arms, she reached up to cradle his stubble covered face in her hands and drew it down where she could kiss those lips that she knew she’d miss once he was gone.
Hungrily his mouth covered hers, urging it open to savor the taste of her, his mind was lost in the need to be this close to her, his need frightening to him as he couldn’t remember needing anyone as much as he needed to be with this woman that bolted from their bed and he still didn’t know why.
Tangling his fingers in her long, wet hair he anchored her against him, taking everything he wanted from her, giving her what she wanted, her fingers slipping down his back finding the hard, muscular globes of his ass and holding on as if she too was afraid he’d leave her. Lifting his head finally, he gazed down into her dilated eyes seeing only the lust that they shared, no fear, no desire to leave him, the question on his lips was left unasked when her eyes begged him to take her to the heavens they found together repeatedly during the night. Dipping his head back down, Jon took her mouth with a half-desperate, needy intensity that brought a gasp to her lips as she shivered from the beginnings of orgasm that having him want her that much started.
Rubbing her leg against his hip to open herself for him, then feeling his hands slide under her bottom and lift her against the cold tile of her shower securing her against that wall. Helping her wrap her legs around his waist before lowering her onto the rod of her desire, her eyes widening as she could feel the heat and length of him entering her, licking her bottom lip and sucking it inside her mouth as it unleashed waves of spasms from deep within her, groaning loudly when he thrust deeply. Lost to thought, to anything except the feel of him sending her to the heavens yet again as the water sluiced down their bodies, Amber screamed when she flew over the edge feeling Jon empty himself inside her at almost the same moment, wishing they could stay like this forever. Unable to concentrate when his mouth was back on her again, sweetly kissing her eyelids, her nose and then her mouth and she could think of nothing except how much she enjoyed him and their time together. Opening her eyes she was startled by the melancholy sadness that seemed to be deep within the electric blueness of them. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, maybe you can tell me. You’re crying darlin’.”
And she realized that she was. “It was so spectacular that it made me cry is all.”
“You’re a bad liar,” his fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
She’d lowered them to avoid thinking about how much she wanted to stay right here, against the wall with him inside her, keeping him to herself and yet knowing that he’d leave soon for his home and life that didn’t include her. “I want to keep you here and I know I can’t.”
“I never said I had to leave. You’re the one that gave me the idea you wanted me to go.”
Whispering then, her voice failing her when she needed it most “I never want you to leave, but you have a life outside of my bathroom.”
Chuckling deeply at the thought of staying in her bathroom, Jon smiled softly “that I do, baby, as do you, apparently. How about we wash up and see about finding a way to include each other in our lives.”
“I’d like that.” Deeply feeling the loss of him when he lowered her to the shower floor, so she could stand on her own and finish the shower she’d started before he joined her in more ways than one. Hating that within the next hour or so she would have to leave for the airport to pick up Rafe and pretend that she hadn’t just come from Jon’s bed and arms.
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