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.”

Chapter 48

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.

Chapter 47

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.