Right Side of Wrong - by Venus

Happy Birthday my dear friend...I hope this day brings you all you dream of!!

He sat across the table from her in the New Orleans Ritz Carlton board room. They had been working together on the Habitat for Humanity board for the better part of a year now, but still she was an enigma to him. While she typed furiously on her laptop, he assumed taking notes as the chairman spoke, he took the opportunity to study her more closely. Steely blue eyes darted across her computer screen as she typed, red manicured nails tapped at the keys in a steady rhythm that held him captivated, amazed that anything she typed was coherent considering she never even looked down at the keyboard.

Her brow furrowed in concentration momentarily, then smoothed out, making him wonder what the chairman was saying, he really wasn't paying attention at all anymore. Her dark hair, tinged with streaks of red fell in gentle waves to her shoulders; he wondered what it would be like to the touch. He watched as her red glossy lips curled up in a gentle smile and wondered what it was she found so amusing, what he would give to be able to read her mind.

Samantha stood and sauntered over to the side board, where the beverage service was located, giving him a very unintentional but very sensual show as her hips swayed invitingly with each click of her heals. Damn but the woman could work a power suit he thought. The slightest hint of a red lace cami showed beneath a tailored black jacket that gently caressed her hips. A pencil thin black skirt stopped just above the knee revealing black silk rear seam stockings, at least in his mind they were stockings...he despised pantyhose, that led down to a pair of six inch black patent leather stilettos.

She picked up the coffee pot, a woman after his own heart what he wouldn't give for a coffee right now! She poured two cups of the steaming dark aromatic liquid and returned to the table, leaning over to slide one in front of him, giving him a very nice view down her top. Damn, how did she do that? She had, from the very first day always managed to anticipate his needs, whether it be a simple cup of coffee or a dinner organised for a hundred guests, she was always a step ahead of him.

She was confident; she never backed down from a debate. She spoke clearly, precisely and with a purpose. And damn but that accent of hers could have him worked up in minutes, her soft southern lilt. Her organisational skills were second to none, and her drive only second to his. She could craft a press release or advertisement with such skill that she could have sold ice to Eskimos, and her dedication to her work came only after her dedication to her children. They had discussed their families on more than one occasion over the past year, and he always enjoyed watching her face light up as she spoke of her two precious daughters. But despite what he knew of her Samantha was one of very few women who managed to throw him of balance.

He never knew quite where he stood with her; most women could be easily read. There were the fanatics that would do anything and everything for him, and for whom he could do no wrong, thankfully they were a minority. There were the diehard loyal fans that had followed his career for a quarter of a century, who would also do almost anything for him but who saw him as a man, and were willing to accept him faults and all. There were new found fans, just as fiercely loyal as the long standing fans yet with less knowledge. There were the women who had never shown any interest in the band at all but found him charismatic and totally fuckable and then there were the very few that showed no interest at all – from experience he assumed most of those to be lesbians.

Much to Jon's annoyance he had until now been unable to determine into which category she fell. He was quite positive she wasn't a fanatic; she could craft a coherent sentence around him. She had never discussed the early days of Bon Jovi, at least not with any kind of conviction, so he was sure she wasn't a long standing fan. He was believed she belonged to one of the last three categories but which one? He had heard the familiar strains of some of his hits emanating from her iPod when he had cause to sit beside her on a recent flight, but that meant nothing, it wasn't like they were the rarities that the real fans possessed and for all he knew it could have just been research. Occasionally when he flirted with her he got a positive response, but then, the woman positively radiated sex...it was in her nature. That left no interest at all, which much to his dismay, he believed was most likely the case. Jon had already subtly hinted at his attraction to her, several times and each time she had laughed it off, as if it was nothing more than an innocent flirtation. It wasn't, it may have started that way but now he wanted her so badly he could taste it. And the more he got to know her... the deeper into infatuation he fell.

***

Samantha watched him strut into the boardroom shortly after she had arrived. As usual he looked spectacular in tight fitted jeans and a white button down shirt, the top three buttons undone and showing salt and pepper chest hair in which was nestled a diamond encrusted skull pendant on a thick platinum chain. He walked behind her on his way to his seat and dropped a firm hand on her shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze as he passed.

"Hey, Sam"

A lightning bolt of passion shot from her shoulder to her core at his touch. She couldn't fathom how something so innocent could incite such a reaction.

"Hey Jon, good to see you again" Now that's an understatement!

The fresh scent of his cologne drifted to her nostrils, and she lost focus as her mind drifted and she imagined him splashing it on fresh out of the shower. The ping of her computer bought her back to earth. Venus had sent her an IM, and the chairman was now addressing the board. Venus was a friend from the Bon Jovi Forum Sam was a member of and they had bonded over their love for the band.

Venus: Is he there?

SamanthaC: Uh-ha

Venus: And?

SamanthaC: He is fucking gorgeous as always.

Samantha thanked the computer Gods for her forethought to go and buy a privacy screen for her laptop.

Venus: What's he wearing?

SamanthaC: Jeans...tight

SamanthaC: white button down shirt

SamanthaC: undone 3 down

SamanthaC: and that gawd awful skull

Venus: What is he doing?

SamanthaC: At this very moment?

Venus: No.... next week....of course NOW!!!

Samantha glanced briefly over the top of her screen and began to type. He was now seated directly opposite her.

SamanthaC: Staring at me!

Venus: Told you!

SamanthaC: Told me what?

Venus: That he's interested

SamanthaC: Don't be stupid, I bet he's like that with all the girls.

Venus: How many women in that room with you?

SamanthaC: A few, why?

Venus: Any attractive?

SamanthaC: I guess

Venus: Is he staring at them?

SamanthaC: Well no, but....

Venus: No buts

Venus: Has he found a reason to touch you yet?

SamanthaC: He squeezed my shoulder on the way past

Venus: Girl... he is hot for you!

SamanthaC: And you can tell that from a shoulder squeeze and the fact that he's staring?

Venus: NO!

Venus: I can tell that

Venus: by the flowers

Venus: and the compliments

SamanthaC: the flowers were just a thank you for a function...you know that!!

Venus: AND by the shoulder squeeze and the staring

Venus: You have been telling me about this flirting back and forth for months now

Venus: ...it is not innocent anymore

Venus: ADMIT IT!!

SamanthaC: The only thing I'll admit to

SamanthaC: is being so fucking HOT for the man that I want to crawl across the table and do him in the very chair he's sitting in.

Samantha felt the blood rise to her cheeks, so she sent off a quick "BRB" to Venus and got up to get some coffee to distract herself from thoughts of him. As she walked to the beverage service she felt his eyes burn into her back. She picked up the coffee pot and poured not one, but two cups of coffee and added milk and sugar to one. The other she left untouched. She walked back to the table, and slid the black cup across to him, making sure to bend low and give him a generous view of her cleavage; if he wanted to stare she'd damn well give him something to stare at. She sat down in her seat and shot a quick word off to Venus.

SamanthaC: Back

Venus: Is he still looking?

SamanthaC: Yes...Hang on email.

From: JBJ@BJM.com
To: SamanthaC@HFH.com
Coffee with me?
J

Samantha looked across the table. He was sitting there with one eyebrow coked waiting for a response.

From: SamanthaC@HFH.com
To: JBJ@BJM.com
Just gave you one! You want another?
S
PS: Yahoo ID: SamanthaC@yahoo.com

Samantha watched as he busied himself on the computer for a few minutes, then a screen popped up "OldBlueEyes@Yahoo.com would like to add you as a friend. Accept or Deny" She hit the accept button and a second chat window popped up.

OldBlueEyes: Well?
SamanthaC: Well what?
OldBlueEyes: Coffee with me after the meeting??

Samantha didn't know how to respond. They had never socialised in a non professional capacity. She typed off a message to Venus for some advice, but already knew what the answer would be.

SamanthaC: He's IMing me. He asked me out for coffee. Should I go?
Venus: Are you fucking insane? yes yes yes.
SamanthaC: So you think I should then?
Venus: Do I have to yell here? YES

Looking across the table she could see him looking at her impatiently, strumming his fingers lightly on the mahogany table. A message popped up.

OldBlueEyes: Waiting!!!!!!
SamanthaC: Thinking...Why?
OldBlueEyes: Why what? Why waiting? Or Why asking?
SamanthaC: Asking

OK this was it. He was going to lay his cards on the table and see if he could win the hand.

OldBlueEyes: I think we have been playing this game long enough!
SamanthaC: What game is that?
OldBlueEyes: C'mon Sam...you know I want you....and I know you want me
SamanthaC: Do I?

Oh my fucking God!!! Samantha IM'd Venus

SamanthaC: OMFG......He just IM'd he wants me!!!! :-0
Venus: Told you so!!!!
SamanthaC: What do I do?
Venus: GO FOR IT!!!!!

Once again Samantha looked across the table, he was looking at his screen...no he was typing. The meeting had no chance of holding either of their interest now.

OldBlueEyes: Do you what? Know or want me?
SamanthaC: Either...Both...Oh I don't know!!
OldBlueEyes: Just say YES Sam!

Samantha got a little bold now.

SamanthaC: What am I saying YES to? Coffee or "COFFEE"?

OldBlueEyes: Which ever you want baby
SamanthaC: I can't be a one night stand for you Jon
OldBlueEyes: That's good...because I'd never ask you to be.
OldBlueEyes: Meetings about to wrap up. Meet me in The Library in 20. Tell them you're my guest.

And he was gone. She didn't even have a chance to shoot off a response.

Fifteen minutes later she was sitting at a secluded table in The Library. It was an exclusive club room within the hotel...members only. She assumed he would not want to be noticed, so she had picked a small table in the corner and admired the decor while she waited for him to arrive. There were no other patrons as yet so she was free to peruse her surroundings openly. The room was classically decorated. Dark wood panelling and inbuilt bookcases with soft effect lighting lined the walls; a large ornate marble fireplace graced one of them. A collection of complimentary chairs, tables and sofas were scattered around the room in varying arrangements. An assortment of sculptures, figurines and lamps gave the room a homely lived in feel.

At precisely 5.20pm, the designated time, Jon walked through the door. At first he looked a little disappointed but then he spotted her and his face broke into a wide grin, perfect white teeth almost glowing in the darkness. He sauntered across the room and bent to kiss her on the cheek before taking the seat closest to her. Her cheek burned from his touch, and he smiled gently as he watched the flush rise to her cheeks.

"I was afraid you wouldn't come?" He said.

"Oh I don't think I was ever in danger of that" She grinned, the double meaning of her words amusing her.

"You had better stop that!"

"What?"

"Smiling like that. If you keep that up we won't even make it back to my room" He said suggestively as he leaned over and ran the back of his forefinger over her cheek and down across her décolletage.

Samantha shivered at his touch, but her words defied her traitorous body. "Who said we were going to your room?"

"I just did...you know you want to." He run a hand upward over her stockinged thigh.

"Maybe I do... but that doesn't mean I will" Samantha gripped his hand and placed it on the table, letting her own hand linger just a few seconds longer than necessary to take the sting out of the action. "There are many things that I want... but resist because I know they are no good for me."

"Oh baby...I guarantee I'll be good for you" He quickly scanned the room, it was still empty, he was free to do as he wished. He leaned over and sucked gently on her earlobe before his tongue darted briefly inside. "And I do mean GOOOD" he finished before pulling away.

Lounging back in his seat he continued "Now, I am going to leave here now. I am going straight to my room and I'd love you to join me, but I will not force the issue" He stood and moved behind her at which point he bent down and whispered in her ear, while leaning across her and placing his room card on the table before him. "I'm in the Presidential Suite, wait 5 minutes then follow me up. If you choose not to use this just drop it at reception and tell them you found it on the floor.....I'll be waiting. Please don't make me spend the night alone." And with that he was gone.

Samantha sat conflicted. How often did she get offers like this? Well actually all the time, but how often from a man so unbelievably gorgeous. She had never broken her marriage vows, but there had been little 'spice' in her marriage for quite some time, maybe this was just what she needed to pull her life out of the rut it seemed to have fallen into.

Rising slowly from the chair Samantha picked up the keycard Jon had placed on the table, still very much unsure as to whether she would use it. She ambled through the lobby to the lifts and pressed the button to go up. The elevator dinged as its doors slid open, thankfully it was empty. Hesitantly Samantha stepped in and holding his room key in her hand her finger hovered over the button for his floor. Should I? Why the fuck not? She pressed the button and moved away from the keypad before she changed her mind.

The trip in the elevator, lasting only seconds, seemed to take a lifetime. Finally the doors dinged and slid open noiselessly. Samantha stepped out and into the foyer of Jon's floor. She stood frozen to the spot for several moments, then turned and pressed the button for the elevator, hoping it would still be there waiting, she was out of luck.

A gentle husky voice spoke behind her "You're going the wrong way."

She turned at his voice, and tried hard not to stare. The shirt was pulled free from his jeans now and hung open revealing his spectacular ripped chest, sprinkled with black and silver fur. The top button of his jeans was casually undone revealing a thicker patch of dark hair that hinted at what was lower, and he stood bare foot on the carpet in the doorway of his suite, only feet away.

"I think you had better come inside" he said holding out a hand for her.

She took a baby step forward then stopped.

"What are you waiting for?"

Samantha walked past him and into the suite, ignoring his out stretched hand... to touch him now may just be the end of what little self control she had left and her momma had always taught her to let the man make the first move. She moved to the center of the room and sat down stiffly on the edge of the couch.

Jon glanced in Samantha's direction, slightly confused and more than a little amused. He hadn't missed the look of hunger in her eyes, as well disguised as it may have been. He sauntered over to her and sat next to her on the couch, handing her a glass of wine he scooped up from the coffee table on the way past.

"Can I take your jacket?" he asked standing as he did so, showing her that saying no was not an option.

"Sure" she said. She placed the glass of wine on the table before her and standing, unbuttoned her jacket slowly.

She turned her back to him and waited for him to help her. His warm hands grasped the lapel of her jacket, finding the soft skin at her clavicle as he did so, and slid it off her shoulders, trailing the backs of his knuckles down her arms, leaving a fiery path in their wake. He carefully hung it over the back of a nearby chair and returned to the sofa.

"Sit with me" he said his voice cracking lightly as he admired her now, her bare skin shimmered and he could see the outline of her generous breasts through the thin silky fabric of the cami.

She sat slightly apart from him but he slid across the seat closing the distance, until she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Why aren't you drinking?" he asked.

"I really think I should be going." She said unsure.

He reached over and placed a warm hand on the side of her face, turning it towards him. "Do you really want to do that?" he asked as he traced her soft lips with his thumb.

"No" she replied softly.

He leaned in then and kissed her, a soft slow kiss on the corner of her mouth. Her hand instinctively moved to the soft fur of his chest and rested there in its silky warmth. He moved and mirrored the kiss on the other corner before pulling away.

"You, my dear are far too far away from me!"

He rose and before she knew what was happening, he had lifted her and placed her on his lap. He nuzzled in to her neck and began to make his way back to her mouth. He wasted no time now. When he reached her mouth it was a full frontal assault. He started slowly, soft gentle barely there kisses on her lips. Slowly he started to part his own lips, occasionally letting his tongue swipe across hers in a silent promise of what was to come. He opened his mouth more fully then, and using the tip of his tongue, he pried her lips apart, not that they needed much persuasion. Kissing was one of Samantha's favourite past times and it had been a long time since she had been kissed like this.

As her lips parted, Jon's tongue slipped into the velvety depths of her mouth, exploring, probing, tangling with hers. He pulled back briefly and seemingly not able to get enough, he dived in again, opening wide until their mouths blended into one. It left her breathless and swooning. Without removing his mouth from hers, he gently eased her back on the couch until she was reclined upon a plush cushion and he was atop of her. He continued his seduction on her mouth, she tasted of wine and....chocolate he thought amused, perhaps one of the chocolate mints that had been with the coffee service, she was delicious.

Jon reluctantly moved from her mouth, and began to lead a slow trail across her cheek to nibble on her ear. His warm breath caressed the tiny hairs on her slender neck as he continued his slow seduction. With the barest tip of his tongue he traced a line down her neck to her collarbone and nuzzled in under her chin, causing goose bumps to rise all over her body.

With a calloused finger he slid first one then both thin straps of her cami from her shoulders, then tugged down on the front of it to reveal a matching red strapless bra. His middle finger slipped under its lacy edge, further and further in until his fingernail was grazing across her nipple. An audible gasp escaped her and he looked up at her with a mischievous grin as he bent his head to her breast to take an erect nipple between his teeth through the thin fabric. While his mouth toyed with her nipple, both of his hands were free to explore. He glanced up at her still attached to her breast and she felt his smile rather than saw it. His hands began their roaming at her bra clasp, flicking it undone and ridding her of the garment in just seconds with a well practised manoeuvre. He pulled her cami down, leaving her bare from the waist up. His fingers danced across her body, he took her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently, tugging at her distended nipples. She moaned with pleasure. And then they began to move lower.

Jon slipped off the couch to kneel on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her until his hand found the zipper of her skirt. He had it open and the skirt off her in one fluid movement.

"Beautiful" he murmured, more to himself than her.

She reclined there, gloriously exposed. Lacy panties in the same tone as her bra were the only thing that stood between him and his intent. He was pleased to see that the black silk that caressed her legs were stockings as he hoped and not pantyhose. A lacy band at the top of each clung to her thighs holding them up independently.

He dropped one of her stilettoed feet to the floor and positioned himself between her knees. The musky scent of her filed his nostrils and drove him to distraction. He bent to lay a kiss on her core through the flimsy fabric of her panties and then they were gone, pulled down by his deft hands and he was nipping gently at her flesh.

"God baby you taste so good" he said after his tongue plunged deep into her silky depths.

He plunged in again and the slowly dragged his tongue up her slit until it came to rest just below her clit. He knew what she needed but he wasn't quite ready to give it to her yet. Jon repeated the action, several times over until she was thrashing below him, on the edge, then he drew back.

"Jon....please" I croaked out as a barely audible whisper.

"I hope you can do better than that Samantha" He teased. "I want to hear you scream!"

He gave her what she wanted then, his warm skilful mouth wrapped around her clit. She could feel the gentle flicking of his tongue as his mouth continued to suck on her. He eased a finger into her and slid in and out slowly once before adding a second finger and curling them upwards to find that sensitive spot he knew would take her over the edge in a matter of seconds, but he did not linger there. Instead he gave her a taste of what was to come and retreated.

Jon moved his tongue way from her clit and plunged it deep into her lapping at her exquisite juices.

"Mmm, so good" he moaned as he pulled away, and then his fingers were back and his tongue was slowly circling her clit.

"Oh...Oh GOD Jon ...yes" she muttered as her hands threaded in his hair, holding him to her. Not that the physical restraint was necessary...he was right where he wanted to be. Jon felt her orgasm beginning to build. Her breath was coming in shallow pants now, her legs began to quiver. He stopped his attentions immediately, removed her hand from his head and disengaged himself from her grasp.

Samantha was shocked by his withdrawal but it lasted only seconds. He stood and scooped her into his arms and kissed her passionately as he carried her to the bedroom and sat her gently on the edge of the bed. She could taste herself on his lips and it heightened her excitement immensely. She watched as he shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his jeans.

"Now that is beautiful" She said with admiration.

He stood before her in all his glory, his manhood standing hard and erect. His six pack abs tense and defined with the strain of control. She pulled him to her and nuzzled into his chest. Finding his hard pebble like nipples and worrying each in turn with her tongue. A low moan escaped him.

Jon put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her roughly back into the bed. He placed his hands under her firm ass and raised her high so that her knees hooked over his shoulders and he could access her delicious pussy with his mouth once more. The rush of blood to her head was a strange sensation, as she hung almost upside down in his grasp. His tongue teased her mercilessly up and down her wet pussy before plunging into her into her again, and again, and again.

He had his arms wrapped around her thighs holding her to him. He used his calloused fingers to part Samantha's wet pink lips and lightly circled it with his tongue . A gasp escaped her. He could not last much longer the need to pound into her overwhelming now. It was time. She was mumbling incoherently now, her head thrashing from side to side, her hands clung forcefully to the edge of the bed. He hungrily sucked at her erect little nub and his reward came quickly.

"Yes ...JON...YES" she screamed as her whole body convulsed.

He dropped her down and while her body still shook with the tremors of her orgasm he pounded into her. One controlled stroke was all it took to bury himself wholly within her. He withdrew slowly all the way out before thrusting back in. He applied gentle pressure to her clit with his thumb and the tremors that had began to ease, began in earnest once more. He could feel her warm wetness contract around him. One more thrust was all it took for him to empty his seed deep within her. He collapsed on top of her, still shaking from the strength of his release.

"That" he paused breathless "was amazing" he finished as he laid gentle kisses on her face as he held it tenderly between his hands.

"YOU are amazing" she countered.

He smiled gently in response.

She felt him slip from her body as he moved to stand. He turned back the covers on the bed, then realised looking at her, that she still wore her shoes and stockings. He slipped the shoes from her feet and rolled the delicate silk down her thighs, over her calves and off. He lifted her and laid her head delicately against the pillows, pulling the fluffy doona up over her before climbing in under the covers himself.

Samantha snuggled into his warmth and waited for the inevitable to happen. She was waiting for him to brush her off, but it never came. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, breathing deep the sweet scent of her hair. It was one he did not want to forget quickly. Samantha laid her head on his silvery fur.

"Mmmm so tired" she sighed contentedly "but I don't want to sleep"

"Why?"

"Don't want to waste time. We don't have much of it, this will all be over, come morning!" she pouted.

"Don't worry baby...we still have all night." He said comfortingly. "Besides, now that I have you, what makes you think I'd ever let you go...."

And so, we meet.... Part One- by Joviswillow

Jon knew that there were people out there in cyber land that wrote stories about him, fan fic they called it. He knew he certainly wasn’t the only one and had goggled some of his friends to see if they had the same thing going on (and they did). So when he started poking around more in his free time, he was shocked to see that some of them were actually really good writers. Of course there were some who made it all about sex and fantasy but then there were some that took the time to write with more substance.

“Samantha” was one of those writers. Her stories were certainly hot and steamy, but with a story that crawled right into the readers’ psyche and just made them care. He was enamored the moment he read her first story. She just seemed to “get it” when it came to her portrails of him. But it wasn’t until a moment of weakness, of fancy really, on a night when he’d had too much to drink, that things got serious.

He’d read a short story she’d written about a ficticious “chat” session between herself, whom she named “The Mistress” and what was obviously a portrayl of himself, a character she deftly named “The Chairman”. It was sulty, steamy, intriguing and left him with a raging hard-on. It was then that he knew he had to have more. He wanted to test this girl, to see if she really was like the characters she wrote about (all of whom Jon suspected had a large chunk of her personality infused into them).

The night in question started out like so many others. He was well through a second bottle of Camermere when he logged on to his computer and decided to check out her blog. He scrolled through to see if any of her stories had been updated and was pleased to find a new chapter of what she referred to as her “puppy” story, about a young version of him. And then he saw it; a new application that would allow people to leave live “chat” type messages for her and would allow her to reply. Jon’s mind began racing and within moment he knew what he was going to do.

The Chairman: How's my boardroom vouyer scene coming along?

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Samantha reacted exactly as he would have expected, with a whimsical mix of sexy and sarcastic that shot right though his brain and down to his groin. They’d continued this chat for months now, Samantha as graceful and creative as ever. He wondered if, under the surface, she had any inkling that he was who he was pretending to be. Over time he found that he yearned to know more and so he set out to learn all about her. He called on friends and colleagues to find out more, always careful never to cross the line and appear as if he were stalking her. He was just curious about this girl, it’s not as if he ever expected to meet her.

“What do you mean she’s coming here? HERE!”

His assistant had just hung up the phone, no doubt with one of the many “spies” he had out there, watching her every move, waiting for something out of the ordinary.

Jon was pacing his office, his voice a deadly calm while at the same time obvious to everyone that really knew him that he was screaming on the inside. It was rare that he was ever caught off guard and when he was he hated it more than anything. It was all about control, and all of a sudden, with one foul swoop then control had been taken from him and given to her, which was completely unacceptable.

First Impressions - by JBJBounce

Interviews, meetings, sound check and finally a break for a bit until the show. Walking into the lobby of the five-star hotel, Jon scoured the area for the people he was supposed to be meeting with and nodded when he saw them, approaching and shaking hands as he half-listened to what they had to say. His eyes darted around the room, watching for the throng of fans that managed to book rooms in the same hotel as the band. There were a few, but his security was keeping them a safe distance away, he noted too there was a knot of businesswomen not far from where he stood. All of them dressed to the teeth, killer heels on their feet giving their calves that alluring curve that he so appreciated. The one with her back to him had a nice figure on her, womanly curves, not stick thin like some of the women he knew. A riotous cap of dark caramel curls brushed against her shoulders, he wondered what her face looked like and if it was as appealing as her back.

His reverie was broken when he heard her voice over the others "I'd rather stay in my room, take a hot bath and read a book. I mean, it's Bon Jovi, after all, how good can it be?" A half smirk inched up on his face; she wasn't a fan. That raised his attention level a couple notches. Their conversation took over his focus, hearing snippets of it until he sauntered over and stood next to her. He saw the awareness hit when her friends recognized him, but she continued speaking, completely oblivious to him standing there.

"I'd only be going for the free wine."

He let her continue to ramble on, protesting her friends, or perhaps co-workers, insistence that she join them at the show. "I can guarantee that it will be worth your while." He interjected smiling.

She stopped and looked over at him, recognition flooding her senses after a brief moment and he waited for her to react. Ah, she had a rounded, heart-shaped face with bright, sparkling blue eyes that reflected the mischief in their depths. He'd bet dimes to dollars that she'd be a wildcat between the sheets.

To her credit she calmly held her own and declined his offer of better tickets than the VIP suite she'd be sharing with her co-workers or friends, whoever they were, he knew without doubt they were fans. "Oh, that's right, you're only going for the free wine." Smiling then, one of his smiles that came from deep inside where he knew she'd not be able to resist, he watched as the ice melted inside her. Leaning close, his warm, fresh, minty breath whispering against the shell of her ear, "you're my kind of girl." Before she could react or he did something to publicly affirm he still fooled around on his wife of 19 years, he confidently walked away.

Watching him go, Sam whimpered in her head. Had that really happened? A shiver coursed through her and it was all she could do to continue standing, thanking god and all the heavens that he didn't see her when she finally sank down in the chair nearby. It was a holy shit moment if she'd ever had one.

Exhausted from the show, Jon couldn't wait to get back to the hotel and let the adrenaline rush that he got from performing ease out of his system with the help of a couple bottles of wine. There was no question that he was older now and partying until all hours after a show like that wasn't in him any longer. Leaning his head back against the seat he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. Wondering if the woman in the business suit enjoyed the show or if she really was immune to his charms. Not many were and when he found one it was a special challenge to show them what they were missing. The blond seemed to be one of those and the reason he pulled out all the stops tonight during the show. He wondered too if her friends would tell her how special the setlist was and if she'd guess it was for her benefit. He thought to himself how he'd like to ask her personally what she thought, smell her perfume again, see if those curls were as soft as he remembered when they were against his nose. Suspecting that was something he'd never know unless he could find her again. It dawned on him at that moment that the women were talking to the hotel manager. Without question he could get the manager to tell him if they were also staying at the hotel, a smile broke out as he started formulating his plan.

Giddy from the excitement of the show and her new appreciation for the band, Bon Jovi, Sam and her friends tumbled into the hotel's bar after the show to talk, drink and unwind. Not that she hadn't drank more than her share at the show, but she'd also danced, sang and had a wonderful time. A better time than she ever anticipated. Her girlfriends were now filling her in on the twenty five years of Bon Jovi that she'd missed. How the hell she managed not to notice how hot Jon Bon Jovi was before that afternoon, she'd never know, but now she was hooked. Sitting down at one of the tables in the bar, she ordered a red wine and let her mind wander back to the afternoon. In her mind the only image of Jon she'd ever had was skintight spandex pants, long, shaggy 80's hair and that face of a twenty-something. She'd never anticipated the chiseled jaw, short hair and open button down shirt showing a light thatch of graying chest hair. Dayum Lifting the wine to her lips as soon as it arrived.

Poking his head into the bar, the manager saw the women, smiled and called upstairs to let Mr. Bon Jovi know that the women he'd asked about were in the bar. It wasn't his habit to do such a thing, but for someone like Jon and for the hefty tip he was promised for doing exactly that, he was willing. Listening to the instructions, he nodded even though his guest couldn't see him doing so. When they were done, he strode into the bar, spoke softly to the bartender, handed him the note and walked out. His job would be in jeopardy if he delivered the message himself, so it had to look as if the guest in room 985 somehow managed it himself.

Finishing her wine, Sam smiled up at the waitress and asked for a second one and was pleased when it was brought back almost immediately. It'd taken nearly five minutes for the first to arrive and the place wasn't that full. They'd all hoped that the band would show up to unwind in the hotel bar, but with the near crush of people drinking already and most of those post concert goers, they'd decided to have a few drinks and go up to their rooms. It'd been a long day and the next one would be equally as long. Accepting the drink, one eyebrow raised when she was also handed a note. Opening it, her heart rate almost doubled when she read it, 'I'd like to hear your review of the show. Call and ask for Robin Grange's room. JB'. Blushing furiously, she lifted her head to see her friends staring. Shaking her head as she re-read the note and swallowed, hard. What the hell was she going to do? He was a stranger, a beautiful, sexy as sin, rock star stranger, but he was still a stranger. She was married, had two little Samlets and wasn't the kind of woman that had random sex with strangers. Her mind spun back to that afternoon and the scent of him surrounding her, his fresh, warm, minty breath blowing against her ear and stood up. "I...." she stammered when she never stammered, "I have to make a call," turned and left the bar, her second glass of wine sitting on the table untouched.

Nervous as all hell she knocked on his suite door, not quite sure why she was here or what the hell she thought she was doing, fully aware that she'd just be another notch on his bedpost. Currently though, she didn't care. Dressed in skin-tight denims with a form fitting although flowing low cut black blouse over them, she couldn't help wondering what he'd look like post concert. Would he be in jeans? Or would he be in something more casual? Her question was answered when the door opened and her mouth went instantly dry at the sight of him in a pair of well-fitting sweatpants and no shirt. Her usually glib tongue was suddenly silent.

"Hi. Glad you agreed to come up. Can I get you something to drink?" his smile was relaxed, genuine and caused the corners of his eyes to crinkle. He sensed instantly that she was no longer immune to his charms. "Wine, right?"

She nodded dumbly. In her profession she'd met dozens of celebrities from actors to musicians, politicians to just about any other high-profile profession you could name. Never had she felt the instant electricity she felt around this man and it was against everything she'd cultivated her whole life to be struck dumb by any of them. Hell, she could hold her own with the likes of Matthew McConaughey or Sting, but this man made her stupid.

Walking back into his suite, Jon expected she'd follow, was convinced of it enough that he sauntered over to the mini-bar and poured two glasses of wine before turning around to see her standing just inside his room as nervous as a virgin on her first date. "I don't bite," he smirked, "unless you want me to" his eyes twinkled impishly.

Regaining her composure, she replied saucily, "is that a promise or a threat?"

Laughing darkly, he approached, wine in hand, "I even have your drink waiting and it's a promise." He liked this game so far, handed her the wine and drank from his own, "so tell me, Ms. Wine Lover, what's your name?" Sliding his hand around to the small of her back to urge her towards the private sitting room of his suite, the living room was far too open and there were too many ways for her to avoid him, not that he expected her to even tried. She was here, that was the first step.

"Sam. Samantha" she took a deep drink of the wine. Why she'd even come she didn't know, but it was obvious he'd very recently showered and the wonderful scent of that afternoon was filling her nostrils and causing a physical reaction that disturbed her on several levels. "I really shouldn't be here. I'm married...."

"So am I. I just wanted to hear your review of the show or didn't you go?"

Swallowing as she entered the small, intimate sitting room that was lit entirely by candles. "I went. It was great. I had no idea how much energy you put into your shows. The whole building felt electric and according to my friends the setlist was unusual."

Nodding, he urged her to sit on the small couch, only big enough for two and sat next to her. "It was. I did it to impress you. Did it work?"

She couldn't take her eyes off him, "yes, although I had no idea what a standard setlist contained." Lifting the glass to her lips she discovered it was empty already. How'd that happen she wondered and was shocked when Jon filled it with the bottle she didn't see him carry in with them. Sipping it, she looked for somewhere to set it down and decided against it, holding it was her single barrier against the wanton urge to reach over and slide her nails up his bare chest.

Inwardly Jon smiled, she was bending. "You'll have to attend another show to see that. What kind of music do you usually listen to?" He finished his wine and poured himself another. They had all night even if he wanted her between his sheets as soon as possible. This verbal foreplay was killing him.

"Sting and jazz and the blues. I live in the New Orleans area. I love going into the little clubs to hear good live jazz." Smiling when she got an appreciative smile and nod. Dayum, but he had amazingly expressive blue eyes and lips that were made for sin. Thoughts of her husband and beloved Samlets were far from her mind at the moment. Sipping the good quality Pinot, she had already relaxed in his presence, except for her raging hormones that were screaming loudly that they wanted him to fuck her.

"Good choices. Sting's a good man and amazing musician."

"He is. I've met him several times, actually."

"Yeah?" one eyebrow quirked upwards, "how'd I miss meeting you before? It's not like I haven't been down to the Big Easy."

"I don't know. Next time I'll be making a point of being at your show." Setting her glass down on the table she stretched back against the couch, suddenly feeling warm and relaxed.

Leaning towards her, Jon dropped his glass on the table next to hers, neither glass had much left in them. "I'd like that." His fingers lifted and the backs of them traced the curve of her jawline with a whisper light touch, flipping over and cupping her cheek lightly. His eyes were fixed on hers, her tongue darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips, "I'm going to kiss you now."

She nodded, speechless, her lips parted on a silent gasp as he closed the distance, her eyes drifting shut as his mouth descended on hers. Sweet Jesus, his mouth tasted of mint and wine, sex and sin and she wanted more. Of their own volition her hands lifted to his shoulders and wrapped around them, tangling in the short mane of hair, deepening the kiss.

Jon leaned against her, pushing her back against the couch pillows and delved deeper. Her mouth opened under his and he entered it, exploring and tasting her. She was sweet, hungry and as primed as he was. Devouring her mouth, he groaned as her fingers found his bare back and lightly scored their way down it, his eyes were dark pools of indigo filled with desire, noting that hers were nearly as dark as his own. "I want you, say yes."

"Yes."

Sitting at breakfast with her friends and co-workers, Sam smiled lazily, she felt a contentment she'd never expected after what happened the previous night. Shifting carefully in her seat because of the unaccustomed tenderness, thinking back over what had been an amazingly eye-opening experience where she learned things about herself she never anticipated. Looking up she saw their waiter approaching with a bottle of Carménère in hand. It was breakfast for god's sake, but her curiosity was piqued.

"Ma'am," the waiter handed the bottle and a note to her. Opening it she smiled, read the brief note 'thank you, see you in New Orleans next trip. JB', tucked it into her purse and looked to her friends, "anyone for wine?"

Kansas City, Here I Cum - by Hath & Queenie

Samantha, sweetie, this isn’t a story about your birthday, but one for your birthday. We hope you enjoy it!
~ Love Queenie and Hath

Pulling up to the hotel Sam sighed. She loved her job, really she did, but the traveling got tiresome after a while. Getting out of the car she pushed through the revolving door and went to check in, all the while pondering another lonely dinner for one in the restaurant. Maybe she’d just have a bottle of wine sent to her room. She could soak in the tub and sip her Carmenere and not have to worry about some schmuck chatting her up in the bar. With another sigh she turned for the elevator and was nearly knocked to the floor. “Excuse me.” Electric blue eyes met her softer, more muted shade as a pair of strong arms steadied her on her feet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

"Not a problem," Sam said with a soft Southern drawl, though in the back of her head, she was screaming. Her palms were getting clammy, and she felt a slight tremor in her knees. Staring into eyes that were impossibly blue, she felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush. A moment later, when the smile came, crinkling the corners of his gorgeous eyes, she felt ALL woman and nearly whimpered. In her line of work, she met all sorts of famous and infamous people, and she didn't really understand why she was having this particular reaction to this particular celebrity. They stood there for a moment more before the corner of Sam's mouth twitched up in a smile. "So, are you going to hold me here all night? Or can I go up to my room now?"

"Sorry," Jon said, dropping his hands from the soft silk of this woman's suit jacket. He noticed he left wrinkle marks on her sleeves, and tried to smooth them away.

Sam smiled her thanks and started to move around Jon before her fair complexion gave away just what she was thinking. Jon started to move too, and stepped directly into her path. Both tried to correct their mis-steps and the result was the comical side-step dance people do when they can't seem to get out of each other's way. Finally, Samantha laughed and put up a small hand. A hand, Jon noticed, that was devoid of a wedding ring. "Wait. Stop. You stay still, I'll move." When she passed by him, he caught a whiff of her fragrance. He closed his eyes briefly in appreciation of the essences of honey, chocolate and caramel that filled his nostrils. When the woman was walking past him, he quickly scanned her body, from her long neck, down to her slender waist and toned, shapely legs, to the most gorgeous ankles he’d ever seen and the 5” high-heeled shoes that still had her a good three inches shorter than him. Chuckling to himself at his open perusal of this stranger, he watched the elevator doors close behind the woman before resuming his errands.

When the doors slid shut, Samantha slumped against the wall, trying to sort out just what it was about that man that had her going all goofy. She knew who he was, of course, but had never really gotten into the music. She didn’t turn the radio off when one of their songs played, but she was more a blues and jazz diva than a rock queen. She didn’t think it was WHO he was that made her all squishy inside. She thought it was the fact that he was perhaps the most perfect specimen of man she’d ever seen. And he’d checked her out.

The doors slid open on her floor, and Samantha just shook her head as she walked up the hall to her room. It didn't matter why he affected her, just that he did. She was smug in the knowledge that she affected him as well; she wasn’t blind. His gaze felt good on her – too good. He made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time, since long before her divorce was final. She snickered dirtily to herself. If he'd make her feel other things, she'd be grateful, too.

Closing the door behind her, Sam stepped out of her shoes and leaned back against it. Closing her eyes she could see him clearly, those eyes, that smile… she shook her head, come on Sam, he’s just a man. She snickered, yeah, right, just a dangerously handsome, screamingly sexy man with the bluest eyes and brightest smile I have ever seen. Unbuttoning her suit coat she crossed to the bathroom. A bath was just what she needed to relax and not think about the man in the lobby. Rummaging through her bag she found her toiletries and, turning the taps on she added a dollop of her favorite scent and let the tub fill.

She hung her suit jacket on a hanger and after stepping out of her skirt, clipped it to the same hanger. Her silky peach camisole landed in the suitcase and, propping a leg up on the bed, she unhooked her garters and rolled the soft silk hose down her legs. Her peach lace panties went next, but they were going to have to go anyway. That interlude in the lobby had left her damp and more than a little uncomfortable.

The light scent of chocolate wafted from the bathroom and Sam shut the taps off. Before settling in the steaming bit of heaven she called down to room service. A bottle of wine was on its way. Searching the bathroom she found a couple of candles and had just them lit when the knock came. Wrapping herself in the fluffy hotel robe she thanked the waiter, tipped him and sent him on his way.

Dropping the robe, and with glass in hand, she sank into the steaming fragrant water, groaning in appreciation as her muscles loosened and the days’ trials and tribulations were momentarily forgotten. One thing that wasn’t forgotten however, was the man in the lobby. Just the thought of him had her blood humming. Setting the now empty glass on the edge of the tub Sam rested her head back and closed her eyes, again bringing his face to the forefront of her mind. She skimmed her fingertips over her heated flesh, circling her hardening nipples, plucking lightly, groaning softly, as her hand moved lower, beyond the bubbles.

Shifting slightly in the tub, Sam’s fingers slid through the small triangle of hair, teasing, circling her clit as she thought of the man she had run into in the lobby. She moaned lightly when she imagined what his hands would be doing to her if he was right there in the bath with her. Her fingers circled round and round, the pressure increasing as she pictured the honey brown hair over those incredible blue eyes. When she let herself think about Jon’s mouth she slid first one then two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly at first then faster as she thought about the slight bit of pink tongue she had glimpsed when he licked his lips. Concentrating on just what she wanted that tongue to do to her, she pumped furiously with one hand while the other worked her clit. When her climax hit she arched out of the tub, the cool air making her nipples tighten more, adding to the intensity of her release. Water splashed over the side as she worked herself through it, groaning Jon’s name as she finally settled, the tremors making waves in the cooling water.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Jon got through his interviews faster than normal. He didn't enjoy the light flirtation he usually indulged in when he had a pretty reporter asking him questions. He was no-nonsense, all business Jon today. This was the Jon who gave interviews and statements to CNN and ESPN. He was completely distracted by the woman he had seen in the lobby. He berated himself, for not only didn't he get her name, but he was too old to be swayed by a beautiful face. And toned arms. And, God help him, the slender doe's throat of her ankles. Her fucking ANKLES! He shook his head ruefully, and got through the rest of the afternoon and evening.

It was well past dark by the time Jon got back to the hotel. He was starving, and was faced with either a solitary dinner in his suite, or a solitary dinner in the hotel restaurant. A third possibility, chatting up someone, just didn't appeal to him. He'd been 'on' all afternoon; he needed to shut down. He spoke in hushed tones with the maitre d’. "How's the house look tonight, Marc?"

"All quiet, Mr. Bongiovi," the tall, dark-haired man answered. "There are several patrons in the bar, but only one table taken in the restaurant. You should be able to avoid being bothered." Marc picked up the heavy wine list along with the dinner menu, and smiled indulgently at Jon.

Jon smiled back. "Excellent," he said. "Lead the way."

Marc led Jon to a table on the other side of the room from the clearly occupied but otherwise empty table. A laptop, nearly-empty plate, and half-empty bottle of Carmenere littered the table. Jon chuckled and shook his head. A consummate workaholic himself, he understood this person's need to take any opportunity to get things done. In fact, he rued his decision to come straight to the restaurant. He should have detoured past his suite to grab his own computer.

Once he was safely ensconced behind his wine menu, Jon peeped out over the top to await the other person's arrival. He didn’t have to wait long. She came from the direction of the rest rooms. Her back was to him, and as he scanned her form, he took in her short blonde hair and the dangly earrings that kissed her shoulders. He followed the soft angora of her sweater down her slender back to the waist of her peasant-style skirt. Wishing the skirt was shorter, he skimmed quickly down her legs to her ankles, and dropped his arms noisily to the table, causing the silverware to jump and rattle.

It was her. It had to be. He’d been obsessing over those ankles all damned day.

The noise from his table made the woman on the other side of the room jump as well. She had an irritated look on her face as she spun around to see what made all that racket.

Samantha nearly died when she turned around and saw Jon sitting there. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he glanced down to the silverware that was now all askew on his tabletop. She rolled her eyes at him and gave a little wave, then practically fell into her booth as her legs weakened. She tried to engross herself in her computer, but she was all self-conscious now. She had indulged in a little Google search on Jon, linking “Jon” and “bathtub fantasy” and had stumbled on site after site of what could only be called hard-core porn. She had been happily reading, losing herself in the story she had chosen, and most certainly couldn't continue doing that now. She could FEEL his gaze on her as acutely as she felt her own touch scant hours before, and was positive he’d know what she was doing.

Taking a fortifying gulp of the crimson colored wine at her elbow, Samantha closed her eyes let the cherry-like, fruity flavor wash over her tongue, groaning in appreciation of the smoky, spicy and earthy notes that this young wine possessed. Something of a connoisseur, Samantha appreciated a good wine, and this bottle definitely fit the bill. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Jon standing by her table, bottle and glass in hand, with a shit-eating grin on his face. She noticed he was drinking the same wine as she.

“We meet again,” he said to her.

“So it would appear,” Samantha squeaked. She could not believe he was standing there no more than two feet in front of her. She cleared her throat and then remembered her manners.

“Would you care to join me?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Jon slid into the booth across from Samantha, and Sam discreetly shut her laptop and slid the machine onto the booth next to her. Jon’s long legs brushed Samantha’s as he sat, and just like that, the tension she had thought she relieved in her bathtub was back. Mentally squaring her shoulders, she was determined to put the nervousness and instant attraction she felt aside and just enjoy the evening.

Jon had a million questions he wanted to ask, starting with her name. Or what fragrance she was wearing. Up close like this, the scent was driving him wild. First things first, though, he need to know who she was. His hand snaked across the table toward hers, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing the tips of hers. “So darlin’, do you have a name?”

Sam smiled and took another sip of her wine, not daring to move her other hand. “Well, I most certainly do.”

Jon reached for his own glass, “what do I have to do to get you to tell me what it is?”

Sam watched, dry-mouthed, as his Adam’s apple worked up and down as he swallowed. That, just keep doing that and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. She was saved from having to answer when the waiter appeared with Jon’s dinner. “Ah, decided to join the lady I see.”

Jon nodded, “I did. Thank you.” Marc left them again and Jon looked down at his plate and then over at Sam, “you know I feel rude eating in front of you. Do you want some of this?”

Sam looked down at Jon’s plate, “thank you, but no. I’ve already eaten. You go ahead.” She sipped at her wine again. “Sam.”

Jon looked at her, confusion clearly etched on his face. “What?”

Sam smiled slightly, “you wanted to know my name. It’s Samantha, but my friends call me Sam.”

Jon smiled back at her, “it’s nice to meet you Samantha, I’m Jon.” Reluctantly Jon pulled his hand back across the table and picked up his knife. “Where are you from Samantha?”

She looked at him over the rim of her glass “New Orleans by way of Raleigh.” If he kept saying her name like that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to restrain herself from joining him on his side of the booth. “Where are you from?” The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it and she cringed at the absurdity of it.

Jon hid a chuckle behind a bite of potato. “New Jersey, but I live in New York now.”

Sam nodded her head. “Are you married?”

A hint of sadness crossed his features as he glanced at his left hand before returning his gaze to Sam’s face, “not anymore. I got divorced last year.” Jon took a bite of his steak, “how about you, are you married?”

Sam shook her head and wiggled the fingers on her left hand. “Nope. I’m divorced too. A few years now.”

Jon nearly smirked, he had figured as much when he ran into her in the lobby and didn’t see a ring. “So Samantha what’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a hotel restaurant eating dinner all alone?”

Sam shifted her legs under the table and found hers sliding against a hard denim-clad calf. Oh my. She drained her wine glass. “Working. I’m here on business. You?” She reached for the bottle to refill her glass only to find the bottle empty. Jon motioned to the bottle he had brought, in silent invitation. Samantha smiled her thanks to him, and leaned forward to grab the bottle by the neck.

Jon squirmed slightly while the wine was being poured, he didn’t want to tell her that he was here to do a show tomorrow night. She hadn’t gotten all shrieky and screamy when they had literally bumped into each other in the lobby so he was sure she wasn’t a fan, but she seemed to know who he was; he noticed her faint blush when she had asked him where he was from. “I have some business here as well.” He hoped she wouldn’t question him further about it.Jon reached for his own glass, “what do I have to do to get you to tell me what it is?”

Sam just smiled cryptically. “I see,” she said.

They chatted a while longer, lingering over that second, then a third bottle of wine, sharing stories about their children and their upbringings, and different places they’d traveled to. They found they had gone to many of the same places and had mostly the same impressions on the places they’d been. Jon was starting to really relax. Once he discovered that Sam didn’t really care who he was his laughter came freely, and his eyes sparkled and danced.

He couldn’t deny the attraction to the woman across the table from him. Every time she shifted in her seat, he felt something stir. Sometimes it was in his pants, but sometimes it was in his gut. His pants made him come over to her table, but his gut was what was keeping him here. His pants had gotten him into trouble more times than he could count, but his gut? That had never let him down yet.

For Samantha, she was enjoying good wine and better conversation with a smart, witty, drop-dead gorgeous hunk of a man. She was pretty sure she’d remember every little detail of their encounter, even though she suffered from “wine amnesia” when she imbibed. One thing she new she would absolutely remember, is when she uncrossed or re-crossed her legs under the table, her foot would graze his leg, and his pupils would dilate...just a little.

By the time the third bottle was empty, Jon had reached across the table and was fiddling with Samantha’s fingers again, this time boldly rubbing them while they talked. Samantha completely lost track of the conversation and was watching his long, slightly crooked fingers play and slide over hers.

The waiter came and cleared Jon’s plate, startling them. “Can I get you anything else?”

Jon looked at Sam with heat in his gaze. “I think we’re all set.” Sam just nodded.

Jon waited for Samantha to gather her belongings into an oversized bag and sling it across her body, then led her from the restaurant with a gentle guiding hand at the small of her back. The light contact singed Sam, and her eyes rolled back just a little as her core twitched. Good Lord! The man had her practically orgasming from just that light touch. He led her through the opulent lobby to the site of their first encounter, and pressed the ‘up’ button. When they stepped in, and the door slid closed, neither moved to press the numbered floor buttons.

“Which floor?” Jon asked, his voice husky. With a shaking finger, Sam pushed the ‘5’. “I’m on the fifth,” she said softly. “Where are you?”

“Exactly where I want to be,” Jon said, a moment before pulling Samantha into his arms.

Their eyes stayed locked while Jon’s mouth descended slowly to Sam’s. He was giving her every opportunity to stop him before it went too far to stop. He feared he was already there, but was trying to do the noble thing. He didn’t need to worry; the instant his lips touched Samantha’s, she melted into his chest and small hands snaked around his back to hold him tight. He brought his hands up to frame her face and she sighed. At the slight parting of her lips, Jon’s tongue slowly, softy probed, and his dick jumped when the tip of her tongue touched his. Before either could deepen the kiss, the elevator dinged discreetly, and the doors slid open.

With a shaky smile, Samantha preceded Jon out of the elevator, digging through her bag for her key. She led the way down the hall to her room, and was inexplicably nervous; she had trouble getting the key card into the slot. Jon took it from her hand and tapped it against his palm. “If this makes you uncomfortable...”

Samantha shook her head. “Not uncomfortable, just nervous.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Jon said, stroking the back of his hand down Samantha’s cheek. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to have happen.” He smiled gently at her.

Sam chuckled. “See, there’s why I’m nervous,” she said. “I don’t think there’s anything I don’t want to have happen.” She blushed.

Jon’s eyes darkened and narrowed; his smile turning positively feral. “Well,” he said. “What are we waiting for, then?” He unlocked and opened Sam’s door, pulling her along behind him. When the door slammed shut, he waited exactly eight seconds for her bag to hit the floor before he had her lifted fully off the ground and pressed her against the door. Sam’s hands played along Jon’s flexed muscles, squeezing their hardness. Her legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, and she whimpered when Jon ground into her, pressing her harder into the door.

Her mouth opened eagerly under his, and his tongue swept inside; exploring and tasting every centimeter of space. When he found her tongue, he wrapped his around hers, stroking it firmly while he rubbed his erection into her dampening core. Samantha’s fingers lightly traced the contours of Jon’s face before sneaking into his hair, and the feel of those soft, luxurious locks would have made her knees weak, had she been standing. She grabbed his hair and repositioned his head just a little, and her confidence and initiative had Jon harder then he was a moment ago.
He tore his mouth away from hers to whisper, “there’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Well darlin’,” Sam whispered back as she placed hard sucking kisses along his jaw to his earlobe, “I want you.” She bit down on Jon’s ear hard enough to make him hiss, and when she soothed the bite with her tongue, his fingers gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.

“I’m yours for the taking,” Jon said, wincing as he waited for Samantha to call him on using a line from one of his songs. When she didn’t, he smiled and walked them across the room to the bed. He loosened his hold on Sam, and she slithered down his body until her feet touched the floor. Jon’s fingers slid under the hem of her sweater, caressing the soft skin of her stomach before sliding it up and off. He stopped, nearly gasping, her lace and silk bra was the same soft hue as her sweater and her nipples were hard and begging for his touch. As Jon was studying her Sam grew impatient. Reaching for his shirt she nimbly worked the buttons, spreading the shirt open, pushing the offending garment off his shoulders and down his arms.

Sam took long minutes stroking Jon’s hard chest, and the soft fur that covered it. His eyes closed in pleasure at her exploration, and he had his hands fisted at his sides to keep from attacking her. When she found his hard little nipples she scratched her short nails over them, earning her another hiss. Smiling, she leaned in to nuzzle his chest, and flicked her tongue over one stiff nail head. Unable to control himself anymore, Jon hauled Samantha to him and effortlessly unhooked her bra, tossing it behind him. Before Samantha could recover, he was holding her hands over her head and latching on to the peak of one soft, white mound. Samantha groaned and whimpered, “please”, and Jon let her up for another mind-numbing kiss.

They took turns, each one divesting the other of their remaining clothes until the thin scrap of lace of Sam’s thong was the only barrier left between them. Sam sucked in a breath at the vision Jon was. His body was hard and lean, and virtually twitching with barely contained passion. Reaching out she traced each ridge of ab muscle, her fingers sliding down slowly until they hovered over his rock hard erection. She stroked him lightly, fascinated when his cock jumped at her touch.

Jon closed his eyes as she stroked him, savoring the feel of her small warm hand wrapped around him. He groaned as she tightened her grip, his hips moving of their own volition. When he felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine he pulled her hand from him. “Samantha, stop.” He didn’t want to cum like this. He wanted to bury himself in her, lose himself in her, lose himself with her.

Sam looked up at him, “I thought you were mine for the taking.”

His lip twitched into half a smile, “I am baby, but not like this.” He reached behind him to pull the covers down with a flick of the wrist, and then turned Samantha, pushing her gently, letting her fall across the bed before crawling up over her.

Kissing up her thighs, he noticed she tasted faintly of chocolate. He smiled against her as he nuzzled her mound through the tiny bit of lace. With his teeth he gripped the waist and tugged the thong down, finishing with his fingers, and tossing it over his shoulder. She was ready for him, he could see it, he could smell it and now he wanted to taste it. He nibbled up the inside of her thighs, stroking his tongue up and down the crease of her thigh, teasing her with his touch.

Sam writhed on the bed beneath him. She couldn’t take much more of his teasing. Her hands buried themselves in his hair and when he drilled the tip of his tongue against her clit her hips came off the bed, grinding against his face. He gripped her hips hard and held her down against the bed, tugging on her clit with his teeth. His name was an oath off her tongue as he continued. When his tongue slipped lower, slid into her and he fucked her with his mouth, her scream of release echoed around them. Jon had to tighten his hold on Sam’s hips to keep her from arching off the bed, and the increased pressure made Sam scream louder.

As she shuddered under him Jon slid up her body, nipping and kissing his way up to her breasts. Jon took a straining nipple into his mouth and sucked gently before giving its twin the same treatment. Moving higher he nuzzled her neck, kissed across her jaw, and finally claimed her mouth. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, the tip perilously close to piercing her pussy, as their mouths ate at each other.

Reluctantly Samantha pulled her mouth from his, “do you have something?” she rasped.

He nodded and rolled off of her, searching for his pants. When he turned back, Sam sat up and took the foil packet from him as she stroked her tongue up the hard length of him. She opened the packet and rolled the condom on, slowly stroking him from base to tip. His eyes nearly crossed at her touch and when she pushed him down he went willingly.

She straddled him and took him in one slow thrust. “God Sam,” he rasped. Jon thought he was going cum right then as she enveloped him. When she rolled her hips he struggled to maintain his control. She rode him, grinding against him with every down stroke. When Jon thought he could take no more, she slowed her motions and leaned back, resting her hands on his calves. The shift in angle eased just enough of the pressure to make Jon swear, but gave him the opportunity to play his fingers over Sam’s clit again.

Samantha’s eyes were squeezed shut as the new assault brought her up close to the edge quickly. Her breathing became more labored, and she rocked harder on Jon’s steel shaft. When Jon sensed she was on the brink, he reared up quickly and rolled them, pressing Sam’s knees up near her ears while he pounded into her, his need to cum so great it was the only thought in his head. He had only a second or two before he would surely erupt, and wanted Samantha to go with him. He quickly braced her small feet on his shoulders, and pinched her nipples between his fingers, hard. She cried out, Jon couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain, but her pussy muscles started to clench and ripple, and Jon barely heard her cry of release as he groaned out his.

While he rode out her waves of pleasure, he turned his head to lick at Samantha’s ankle. She gasped and giggled, and dropped her feet to the bed, causing Jon’s balance to falter, and he landed on top of her. The thick, soft hair of his chest teased at Sam’s nipples, and she arched and groaned in appreciation. Jon kissed her deeply, rolling them to the side so he wouldn’t crush her. Long, luxurious minutes later, Jon pulled out of Samantha and took care of the condom. He came back from the bathroom with a cool washcloth, and with light, soothing motions, cleaned up Samantha as well.

When Jon came back to bed, he slid an arm around Samantha’s shoulders and pulled her close. He hooked a foot into the blankets, and drew them up so the two of them were covered. Jon kissed Samantha over and over, slow, unhurried kisses that left her sighing. Smiling, Jon tucked Sam into his shoulder and she closed her eyes sleepily. She tossed a careless leg across his hip; not in invitation, but because she was comfortable. Regardless of the reason, Jon found himself unable to resist the warm, delicate flesh. He stroked her gently; the light contact made Sam’s eyes open and a gasp escape her kiss-swollen lips.

“Jon,” she breathed.

“Relax, baby,” Jon answered, and eased Samantha onto her back. He continued stroking her with his fingers while he kissed his way down her neck and to her over-sensitized breasts. Just the whisper of his breath on her made her moan and twitch. “Now Samantha,” Jon said smirking, “don’t make me hold you down again, you might bruise.”

“Fine by me,” Samantha moaned, head thrashing as Jon’s gentle torture brought her close to the brink.

Jon stopped touching Samantha with his hands and slid down her body, his chest hair tickling her as he went. He settled between her thighs, pushing at them to get her to open more to him. He smiled at the evidence of her arousal, and leaned in to taste it again. He stretched his tongue, just touching her hole with the tip. The light contact made Samantha fist her hands into the sheets at her sides, and a long, low growl escape her throat. Loving her reactions to him, he attacked, latching his lips onto her slick ones and letting his tongue drive into her.

Samantha screamed his name as the buzzing, throbbing sensations assaulted her. She was so tense she thought she would launch off the bed. Then Jon stopped, and the buzz subsided. “Why’d you stop?” she muttered, barely breathing now.

“I wasn’t ready for you to be done,” Jon said. “I want to tease you a little first.”

“Sweet fuck, haven’t you teased me enough?”

Jon laughed. “Nope, I’ve tasted you and I’ve fucked you, but haven’t really teased you yet.”

“Oh God,” Samantha moaned.

“No, baby, my name’s ‘Jon’.”

Samantha chuckled, her laughter ending on a choked sob when Jon slid a finger into her. “Damn, Samantha, you are so fucking tight.” He slowly started to work his finger in and out of her until it slid easily, then gently added a second, then a third. His tender ministrations were driving Samantha crazy.

“Harder,” she pleaded, raising her hips in time with Jon’s motions, trying to speed him up.

“Like this?” he asked, a moment before driving his hand into her hard.

“God, YES!” Samantha yelled. “More......”

Jon complied, pumping her hard and fast. He levered up on his other elbow to watch her face as the orgasm started to take her. The pulse point at her throat started to throb hard, and a pink flush crept over her skin. She caught her bottom lip in her teeth, and under her eyelids, he could see her eyes rolling back. He added a twisting motion to his hand, and Samantha’s eyes flew open, and she jack-knifed on the bed to a nearly sitting position before falling back again. Jon did it again, twisting his hand faster as he pumped her mercilessly. He could feel her tightening even more around his fingers as her muscles tried to expel him, but he was having none of it. He leaned down to take her clit in his mouth, and nibbled on it while his hand worked its magic.

Within moments, Samantha was clutching at Jon’s shoulder, almost begging him to stop. Then he sucked hard and spread his fingers inside her, and she shattered, crying Jon’s name before slumping bonelessly into oblivion. Jon looked up at her face. She wasn’t passed out, but close to. He withdrew from her body, chuckling at the whimper that slid through her lips. He pulled the covers up again and cuddled Samantha into his chest. Soon, they were drifting off to sleep.

When the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, they hit Samantha square in the face. She had turned in the night, and Jon was spooned behind her, his right hand cupping her left breast. She could feel his semi-hard cock pushing into her ass, and shifted slightly on the bed to see if she could turn around without waking him.

She managed, and smiled at the picture he made. His hair was all rumpled, and she traced a gentle fingertip across the stubble on his cheek and jaw. Jon grumbled something unintelligible, and rolled over onto his back, an arm flung across his eyes. Samantha groaned at the view of his chest and the vee of his hipbones where they disappeared under the covers. She traced a gentle finger there, too, and Jon flinched in his sleep.

Chuckling, Samantha gently climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her quietly, turned on the light and gasped. She had finger-sized bruises on her hips. She touched them gently, then shuddered, remembering how they got there. She turned on the shower, running it hot, and stepped under the spray. Though she hated to, she knew she had to go to the seminar she was scheduled to attend that morning. If she didn’t, her board would find out, and they’d be pissed. They’d be even more pissed if they found out she’d spent the morning fucking a rock star instead. She laughed. Yeah, sure, like she’d ever tell.

She was lost in thought when she heard the bathroom door close. “Samantha, darlin’, why’d you get up?” He drew the curtain aside, and Samantha gasped at his erection. It was bigger than she remembered from last night, but she did have quite a bit of wine.

“I have a conference seminar I have to attend this morning, and you were sleeping so peacefully...” She trailed off as Jon stepped into the shower behind her, and shut the curtain. He reached in front of Samantha to take the shampoo and poured a small dollop into his hand. He worked it into a lather, and put his fingers to Samantha’s wet scalp. He massaged the sweet-scented soap into her hair, and it was all Sam could do to not slump back into Jon’s chest. She sighed.

When Jon was done, he turned Sam to face him, and tipped her head back to rinse the suds from her hair. The column of her throat was enticingly exposed, and Jon couldn’t help himself; he leaned in to lick at it. Samantha’s hands came up to rest on her forearms. Jon finished with Sam’s hair and he watched as his hands trailed down her neck and shoulders, over the gentle swell of her breasts to her waist, and stopped.

“Jesus, Sam, I’m so sorry!” Jon said, seeing the bruises. “You should have told me I hurt you.” He dropped to his knees and pressed kisses to the row of marks on each hip.

“Jon,” Samantha said, “it’s fine really.” She chuckled. “A souvenir of our night together.”

Jon stood and gathered Sam in close. “I never meant...”

Samantha silenced him with a kiss. “Shhhh, it’s alright.” She looked into his eyes, and smiled when he leaned down to kiss her again. Her small hand stroked down Jon’s chest and wrapped around his straining erection, stroking it in time with her tongue’s motion.

Growling, Jon turned Samantha so her back was plastered to his chest. He anchored her to him with one arm, positioning her so the needles of water hit her nipple. When she gasped, Jon lowered his other hand to her pussy, and stroked her clit. Sam’s eyes closed as she let herself succumb to the exquisite sensations assaulting her. Slowly, she began to undulate against Jon, rubbing her lower back against his erection. Jon worked his hand faster, making Sam move faster. Finally, just when Sam was just about to let go, Jon stopped. Sam whimpered her disapproval, and Jon kissed the side of her head and murmured, “sorry, baby.”

He reached out of the shower to the vanity counter top and took the condom he had left there. Sheathing himself, he bent Samantha at the waist, bracing her hands on the shower wall, and slowly pushed into her from behind. They both groaned in pleasure when Jon sped his motions. He caressed the line of Sam’s back, raising gooseflesh even though the bathroom was steamy warm. “God...” Jon moaned, as he felt her walls squeezing him tightly.

“No baby,” Sam said sweetly. “My name is ‘Samantha’.”

Jon laughed and swatted Sam’s ass with a sharp smack. Samantha moaned, and leaned back into him driving him deeper than before.

Jon smirked and pulled out nearly all the way, and drove into her hard, smacking her ass at the same time. Samantha mewled and arched her back, her eyes closed in pleasure. Over and over Jon withdrew almost completely and drove home with a powerful thrust, matching that with a hard slap. Sam’s cries were getting more plaintive, and Jon could feel that she was getting close to release. He reached around, intending to tease her clit, leaning over her to do so. The contact of his chest to her back set her off even before he touched her, and she slammed back hard into Jon, nearly sending him out of the shower.

Snarling, Jon grabbed Samantha’s hips and pounded at her, their bodies making loud slapping noises as Jon rushed toward his release. They came together with harmonious roars, and nearly slumped to the floor of the shower. After a few minutes, Jon gently disengaged and cleaned up the rubber. He turned Samantha back in his arms so they were chest-to-chest, and he took her loofah and bath wash and washed her back and shoulders. Sam was sure she could die a happy woman now.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

After a series of seminars that lasted all day, most of which Sam missed because she was reliving the night and morning’s activities over and over in her mind, she flew back to the hotel. Some of her associates had talked her into going to the Bon Jovi concert that night, and she was so glad that she decided not to give them the brush off. Neither she nor Jon exchanged last names, though she was pretty sure he knew that SHE knew who he was. Still, she couldn’t resist the idea of seeing him again.

When they left her room that morning, neither made the “let’s keep in touch” noises that would have made their encounter end uncomfortably. Both were more than satisfied with what had happened between them. Instead, they kissed tenderly in the elevator, and Jon walked her out to her cab and waved as she was driven away. Jon reached into his pocket and fingered the business card he had taken from Samantha’s open briefcase before joining her in the bathroom. He laughed when he saw that ‘Samantha’ was not her real name.

Jon went through the afternoon and sound check content in the knowledge that he could surprise ‘Samantha’ whenever he wanted to by simply showing up to where she worked or calling her cell. He thought about texting her that afternoon while she was at her seminar, but wanted to keep his knowledge of her true identity secret for a little longer.

When he took center stage for the show, his step faltered when he saw Samantha just off to his left, in front of Hughie’s bass. He smiled at her and winked, and she blew him a kiss.

Throughout the show Jon and Samantha flirted shamelessly. Winks, smiles, he even went so far as to blow a kiss in her general direction. She looked up at him, the tip of her petite pink tongue snaked out and she licked her lips before smiling at him. Jon closed his eyes and, with his hands on the mic stand, he dropped his face to his shoulder; she did not just do that. He got an idea. He indicated to the security guard to give her and her friends wrist bands for the fan pits. Bed of Roses was coming up in the song list and he wanted her close by.

When the intro to the song started there was an almost audible sigh in the arena. All the girls wanted a chance to dance with their rock god, but tonight Jon had eyes for only one woman. When Richie started the solo Jon sauntered over to where Sam was standing, grasped her hand and tugged her up on stage with him, “how about a dance baby?” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself against him.

As they moved in a slow circle, Sam’s fingers toyed with his hair as she kept her hips in line with his and she could feel him growing hard against her. His hand stroked up and down her back and, leaning in close he whispered in her ear “Samantha” his tongue snaked out and traced the shell of her ear, “I’m going to have a real problem if you keep doing that.” Her body trembled at the warmth of his breath and the touch of his tongue. She pulled her head back to see his face and just gave him an evil little smile as she pressed herself even tighter against him. She wanted him as aroused as she was at that moment. All the teasing had left her feeling restless and achy with need. When the solo came to an end Jon cupped her face with his hands and kissed her soundly and was rewarded with one last roll of her hips against him. He groaned as she headed back to the pit.

Looking across the stage Richie was smirking at him and his eyes flitted down Jon’s body and back again. Jon looked down and cringed. Shit. He hurriedly finished the song and turned to face Richie while speaking into the mic, “Richie, my brother, why don’t you sing our friends a song man?” Before Richie could say anything, Jon ran off stage and headed to the dressing area. He needed to change his shirt, his pants, something. He grabbed the dark blue button-down work shirt, it covered more than the one he just pulled off and tried to calm himself down. He meandered back out behind stage just as Richie was finishing, feeling somewhat more in control.

After the show was over he took the fastest shower he could remember taking. He just wanted to get back to the hotel, back to her. It was going to be a little while though before he could see her. There was always someone or something that needed his attention and then there was the party in the bar that he couldn’t skip out on. He’d make a brief stop before heading to the fifth floor.

Samantha and her friends had returned to the hotel and she left them in the bar to head to her room. As much as she wanted to see Jon again, she didn’t want it to be in front of a crowd of people. She couldn’t trust herself not to throw herself at him when he walked into the bar. She took a shower, letting her hands linger over her body, remembering what it was like to have his hands on her, wishing he was there now; wishing even more that she had gotten his suite number. Drying off she slipped her favorite silk nightshirt on and was just crawling into bed when she heard the quiet knock at the door.

Jon was standing on the other side of the door, wondering if she was even still awake. He had rushed through all the after show obligations and now, here he was, mere inches separating him from the woman who could ease the ache he had been feeling all night. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and knocked.

Samantha opened the door and, seeing Jon standing there her face broke out in a smile.

Jon’s gaze roamed her up and down, “we meet again.”

Sam nodded, “so it seems.”

They stood there looking at each other for a long moment before Sam reached out and grabbed a handful of shirt, pulling Jon into the room and quietly closing the door behind him.

Strangers in the Night - by Tresca

She rolled her wrist one more time to check her watch, they were late. This of all days, they were late. She crossed her legs tugging at the hem of her knee high boot. Damn new boots, and a new dress. Everything and they couldn't even be here to help me celebrate. Just great.

She swirled the last of the Sauvignon Blanc in her glass and finished it pressing the bottom against the coaster. "Happy Birthday indeed" she muttered. Here she was sitting at a bar, alone waiting.

Let's meet there, it will be fun. The girls had all planned this for weeks, for Samantha, everyone was meant to be there. Willow, Hath, Steph, Tara, PJJ, Carol and even Venus and Tresca were making the long-haul trip across the ocean to be here. Mistress-Commiseration it was dubbed. She'd even convinced her husband to let her out for the night to be with her girls.

Maybe she'd got the wrong place? No, she organized this. There was no way that could have happened. She never missed a detail as important as this.

"Another glass Ms?" the bartender asked picking up the wine glass by the stem.

"No thank you I—"

"She will, make it a bottle of your finest Sauvignon Blanc" she snapped her gaze up at the man that had joined her at the bar. Dressed in a neat black woollen blended suit, no mistake that it would have been worth thousands. A crisp white wide collared shirt, with a blue silk pocket square.

The first thing she noticed was his eyes. Aqua blue, with depth that she could get lost in easily.

The second thing was his lips, curled in a small smirk quirking upwards at the corners.

The third-

"Now what is a woman like you doing in a place like this all alone?" his voice was smooth, his Jersey accent thick.

She chuckled, there was no denying how handsome he was, her eyes fell to the splattering of grey chest hair that peeked out the open v of the shirt. "Well would you believe I've been stood up on my birthday?" she explained letting the small smirk of her own twitch at the corner of her mouth.

He rested his hands on the bar clasped as the bartender poured two glasses of the wine "Well I find that hard to believe. Pity for them and lucky for me" his eyebrow rose as he picked up a glass and offered it to her.

She knew who he was. The minute she'd laid eyes on him. The suaveness and sophistication of the man floored her up close; people that wrote about this sort of thing had no real true idea till it was here staring her in the face. All these years and he still knew how to make her heart pound erratically inside her chest.

She took the glass and brought it to her lips and nodded approvingly. "And what makes you think that I'm going to let you be lucky" she asked. The throaty laugh rumbled from his throat.
He'd seen her the minute walked into the bar looking trying not to look annoyed and hide the disappointment that was clearly showing on the soft features of her face. The way she sat crossed legged on the bar stool showing just a little leg, just enough to evoke bad thoughts. And the black low cut dress she wore showed off her best features and settled just above her knees.
He didn't usually do this but something tonight made him take the chance. The disappointed look on her face was much too hard to ignore.

He raised his own glass to his lips turning to face her, his stare intense "Because you can't say no to me"

Sam just about fell backwards on her stool with his assertion in his statement; normally a man with such arrogance and disposition would have found his cheek connected with her hand.

But not this one.

He knew she wanted him. And he loved it.

She kept her tone cool and calm "You seem very sure of yourself there... Mr..." she trailed off and the surprise in his eyes showed.

He leaned forward, his face just inches away from hers, those lips just moments away, all she'd have to do is lean forward and learn how surprisingly soft they really were.

"Bongiovi..." he breathed. The overwhelming scent of spice and leather came over here as the spicy notes of his cologne wrapped around her. She wanted to touch. But she wasn't that girl.
"Bongiovi" she repeated locking her eyes with his. He wasn't backing down.

"And yours?" he asked his hand placing on her knee, letting his fingers bunch around the material of her dress.

"You can call me Samantha" she whispered. Cinnamon hair framed his face with little hints of grey just around his ears.

His face edged past hers and his lips brushed against her ear "Ok Samantha"

She shivered and closed her eyes relishing the heat and presence of the man now intent of seducing her. She should have stopped, but hell it was her birthday right? And you only lived once?

His nose nuzzled into her hair and a low moan came from his throat. She shifted in her seat, what was it about this man that had her hormones in a tangle the minute he breathed?

"Seems such a shame…" he drew on her lobe and sucked it into his mouth "to be here all alone on your birthday" the warm thick breath on her neck was causing all kinds of trouble. His hand rested at her hip, the pad of his thumb tracing across her cheek.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. She swallowed and couldn't help the small smile that was playing on her lips "Well what do you intend to do about that?"

His hands ran down the sides of her thighs as he pressed his body against her dipping his head into the hollow of her neck "I have one idea" his whispered.

The busy chatter of the bar faded out, with her heartbeat the only thing she could hear pounding in her ears and his lips on her neck became the only thing she could feel.

"Samantha" he breathed "My sweet Samantha" his teeth scraped up the long arch of her neck over her chin till his lips crashed down on hers. The explosion of heat and sin took over her body.
His hands snaked around to the small of her back to keep her from falling back as the pressure of the kiss intensified. His tongue plunged in, the sweet taste of wine mixed in with sin filling his mouth as his tongue probed every corner of her mouth.

"Jon, we can't—"she tried to pull away, god did she try. But he was a drug, one taste and one feel how good it felt to be in his arms and she was an addict. Why did this man have this effect on her so much? She hated he could take her from calm and collective and in control to a shaking mess in a nano-second.

One hand slid up the back of her. His fingertips dragged across the bare skin at the back of the dress right up to her neck, pulling her in closer. His arousal was obvious as it pressed into her belly.

"We can"

"We will, I'm not taking no for an answer Samantha"

Just when breathing was becoming optional he pulled away and took her hand "Come" was all he said. What did she do? She had no choice as he tugged her off the stool, the bar was a blur of lights and sound incoherent as the click of his heels followed him out the door. He pulled her into a small alleyway by the bar and pushed her gently against the wall.

She gasped at the cool brick against her burning skin, out here? Was he crazy? Didn't he know if anyone saw him he'd be a paparazzi's dream?

"Jon, we can—"

"Hush" he pressed a finger against her lips.

"No more talking" his blue eyes almost black under the darkness of the alley.

"But Jon" she panicked a little, anyone could see them. It turned her on and made her panic all at the same time.

"I mean it" he scowled sliding the strap of her dress down her shoulder. He dragged his mouth over her bare shoulder pushing the flimsy material around her breast away. A devilish grin spread across his face as he nosed into the red lace.

"You are very naughty Samantha. I like naughty"

He sucked on the lace with his mouth, edging down towards her swollen nipple.

She groaned and lifted her head up and back against the concrete. "Show me" she whispered.
The dark chuckle from his throat filled the alleyway "That's more like it. I knew you were"
The sensation of his hot heavy mouth on her breast was enough, god this was just beginning. How the hell was she going to make it through anything else? The passion and the lust already sparking through her body causing goose bumps all over her body.

As he kept sucking flicking his tongue over her peak, the sounds she made she knew couldn't be just made from any man doing this to her.

His hand drifted up her bare thigh and under the dress finding her lacy thong. He ran a light finger tip across the arch on her hip right to her centre. Once there he drew a line down the centre of her, feeling how wet she already was for him.

"Tell me you want me"

"Tell me you need me"

"Oh god, Jon—please…" she was going to cum, just at a freakin' touch none the less. She ached, throbbed for more.

"I need--" she pleaded, her fingers laced through his hair, tugging at the ends.

"Not till you tell me" his finger hooked around the line of the scrap of lace poised but didn't move.

She was crumbling, melting, and still only standing up against the wall because the force of his body was holding her there. The seduction had begun, who was she kidding? It began the minute he'd walked into the bar.

The pad of his index finger scraped her nipple again, his cock tightening at the moan she made.
She met his eyes in the darkness "I want more" she breathed.

His thumb and finger tightened around her swollen nub "And?" his lips just millimetres away from her lips.

Samantha didn't need anyone, she was always confident, independent, the natural girl that everyone had fun with… she didn't need anyone.

Until now.

Her eyes flicked down to his lips and instinctively she licked her own.

"I need you Jon" her hands shook as she reached for his shirt pulling it apart popping open the buttons, desperate to feel his warmth. Her fingers sank into his heat, the soft grey tipped fur, enough to make a grown woman orgasm on the spot. They slid slowly up over hard hours at the gym, every bump she felt till she let her thumbs brush over his nipples.

He let out a low hiss and mouthed the words "No" his hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.

Control. He wanted it.

His hand reached back down to the heart of her.

"Now tell me again" he slipped one finger into her slick heat.

Her knees were buckling, and shivers raced across her skin, her head was buzzing like she'd drunk more than the two glasses of wine she'd had. Her fingers curled around the hand that was holding her to the wall.

"I want you...god Jon..."

"So hot" he whispered against her skin, he pumped her slowly her hips rocking against his motions.

Still constricted she wanted to move, wanted to touch but still he pinned her wrists to the wall.
His mouth latched on hers, the kiss slow soft and sweet at first before it became hard, urgent and seductive. He needed the heart of her. All of it.

She forgot where they were, forgot the night and evidently forgot to breathe. Her leg lifted and her leather clad calf wrapped around his waist opening her up more for him. His thumb found the heart of her and rolled over her tight knot of nerves.

She bit her lip, desperate to break the screams that were building in her throat.

"Don't hold it in" his wanting mouth found hers in a long kiss as she screamed down his throat as it shook her body. He released her hands and she raked them through his hair pulling him closer, hungry for more.

"Jon—" her brain scrambled to comprehend what they were doing. This was wrong. Out here, if anyone saw and knew. God, the consequences for both of them.

His fingers tugged at the skimpy lace band of thong and in one quick motion he snapped it right off her body. She gasped at the devilish gleam in his eyes.

"Was in my way" was all he said.

She reached for his heavy buckle and un-looped it letting it thunk to the ground. The smell of him and the smell of her sex were heavy around them.

"Was in my way" she said back.

He chuckled darkly and his eyes fell to her hands as they dove into pants, he groaned and leaned forward putting both palms against the wall just above her shoulders to steady himself. He threw his head back.

"Sam" her hands gripped around his length, and stroked him slowly.

"More"

It was her turn to chuckle, for the man that loved the control she'd found his kryptonite. She leaned forward and kissed slowly up his neck.

"Tell me you want more" her teeth grazed over the protrusion of his Adam's apple.

He growled as she'd turned his words around on him, his hands digging into the concrete behind her as he met her eyes. "More, I want more Sam"

She cupped him in one hand using her thumb to lightly massage his sac and with the other she stroked long and methodically.

"Fuck" he muttered into the darkness, his pulse was racing and his cock thrummed under her touch.

"I want to be inside you" it wasn't a question it was a demand. He pulled up and pushed her back against the wall. He entered her swiftly, seating himself deep inside her, scooping her up to wrap both of her legs around her waist so she could arch back against the wall. His short nails dug into her ass keeping her braced.

"Jon" as she relished the full feeling inside her. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she groaned when his mouth dipped down and his tongue stroked her aching nipple.

"Yes" her fingers teased the hair at the back of his nape.

Their mouths crashed when he came back up and his hips rolled into her starting the motions that she most craved. God, what am I doing out here? This is crazy? Fuck it, for him making me crazy.

She tightened around him, the force of him overwhelming and seductive, and the first orgasm hitting her out of nowhere and rocketing through her like thunderbolt.

"Oh shit" she panted the sweat starting to form down her temples. Her nails dug into his shoulders and his further into her ass.

"God I need…." Matching him thrust for thrust. Her body was starting to vibrate with the desire to come. "Please"

His fingers dug harder into her skin as he fucked her. There was no other way of putting it than that. They were in an alleyway for Christ's sake. He tightened and then spilled deep inside her. "Shit" he muttered as he thrust through the tightness.

"Come on Sam" he whispered "Let me feel it, you know you want to" his lips teased across hers, his voice heavy and laced with sex.

The night went blurry and everything faded away except the pulsing in her ears and the man under her giving her the ride of her life. "Oh god, that's it" she whispered.

His thumb dragged around to her clit and using the tip he massaged her lightly heightening her breath till she gave in and clenched around him crying out his name over and over.
He held her tight, as he rode out the shockwaves and helped her feet back to the ground. Thank god she had him still holding her, or she would have been a puddle on the ground by now.
"Happy Birthday Baby" his smiled into the long kiss he sucked on her lips. His tongue slid in and took over every part of her. His hands rubbed down her arms as he straightened himself up, soothing the trembles her body still made.

She looked up into sea blue eyes that could command anything, "I don't know what to say....I just---" she stuttered still overwhelmed over what had happened.

He leaned in again and silenced her with a kiss "Don't say anything, just leave it there..." he scraped his lips across her jaw and kissed her on the forehead before standing back into the alleyway retrieving his belt, leaving the void between them.

She watched him turn and disappear, holy fuck. She reached for her purse which had fallen to the ground below them and shakily found her i-phone. No messages. What the hell? Where were the girls and wait till she told them? She pressed a name and was about to dial but stopped. A small grin spread across her lips as his scent was still thick on her.

She needed to clean herself up; god knows what she must have looked like, the dishevelled woman indeed. Ok, I'll go back to the suite and freshen up and then hunt these girls down.
She straightened herself up and headed back to her hotel, hopefully her husband would still be out. He couldn't see her like this.

She fished through her purse for her key card and jammed it in the door. It beeped and the door opened.

"Surprise!!" she just about lost her footing on her boots and fell backwards grabbing the doorframe for support. There they all were, all the girls every single one of them armed with champagne and gifts.

"Y'all!" she exclaimed slapping her hand against her face and then remembered what she must of looked like. Oh god, oh shit.

"You look like you've had a rough night baby" a husky voice crooned into her ear sending familiar shivers down her spine.

She turned to face her husband, the man that constantly made loving easy and effortless. The man that loved to play games and keep her on her toes.

"Yeah this guy holed me up against a wall outside and had his wicked way with me" she smiled into his lips.

A brow arched "Should I be jealous?" he asked.

"No but you're giving me a back massage later" she grinned. "Brick Walls hurt Jon"

He chuckled and snaked his arms around her in a kiss dipping her down slightly "It would be my pleasure, Samantha. Now go and enjoy your friends and later you'll get part two of your birthday gift"

She stroked her finger down his cheek and kissed him back straightening his blue pocket square, amazed he'd managed to look completely untouched and immaculate again.

"I'll look forward to it"