Effort. I needed effort to pull my lips away from hers, to pull my cock out of her sweet, succulent pussy.

I wanted to stay embedded inside her, her walls hugging me, her sweet lips sliding over mine.

I ground into her mouth once more and then broke the kiss. I rolled over, letting my cock slide out of her warmth. I quickly left the bed and disposed of the soiled condom.

When I returned, I simply regarded her. Oddly, I couldn’t seem to get enough of looking at her. And now, against my mahogany sheets, her body full and flushed and looking so thoroughly used, I feared I might never be able to tear my eyes away from her.

She smiled and closed her eyes, a silky sigh escaping her throat. I walked toward my window and looked out at the LA night.

But for that bomb threat, we would be at the after-party right now.

Of course, I hadn’t intended to stay at the party very long. My plan had been to get Heather to come home with me.

God bless the bomb threat.

I sincerely hoped no one had been injured while fleeing the concert hall. I didn’t want that on my head. But the thought was fleeting. Especially when I turned back around and took a look at the beauty that lay tangled within my linens.

She was covered in a sheen of light perspiration, her reddish-brown hair matted against her forehead and sticking to her shoulders and neck. Her eyes were closed now, her dark brown lashes a velvety curtain against her skin. Her lips were red and swollen from our passionate kisses, her breasts rosy, and the paradise between her legs dark pink and engorged.

Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

Her body was long and lean, her breasts the perfect size. Her hips swelled just the right amount, and her legs were shapely and had wrapped around me perfectly as I pumped in and out of her.

Then I noticed her breathing. Regular, with a soft snore every couple of breaths. I chuckled. Adorable. Everything about her was wonderful, even the little snore.

I longed to wake her up, to shove my cock into her again and again, to spend more time on those beautiful nipples, to kiss every inch of flesh on her body.

But something else niggled at me, something I longed for even more than taking her again.

To snuggle up next to her, to sleep with her. To wake up in the morning with her beside me.

I had never had such a thought, and it frightened me. We hardly knew each other, but what I did know I liked. She was educated, serious about her craft. I loved the music I made, but I missed opera, and I sometimes wondered if I’d made the right choice to pursue a different type of music. Of course I’d had no guarantees I would become a rock icon. And no doubt I’d had a lot of help along the way.

Help I didn’t want to think about right now.

Classical music filled the air. The overture from The Marriage of Figaro. My ring tone. I rushed to find my discarded jeans on the floor and grabbed my cell phone before it woke Heather.

I recognized the number.

And I knew better than to ignore the call.

Still naked, I walked into my bathroom and shut the door.

“Yeah?” I said into the phone.

“Did you have fun with your little whore tonight?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“We had a deal. You can fuck as many groupies as you want, but you don’t get attached.”

“Look, Alicia. I don’t have time for this right now.”

“Oh? Need to get back to your little slut?”

“She’s not a slut, damn it.”

“I was right. You have feelings for this one. Why else would you have rescued her in the middle of a bomb threat?”

“Having me followed again?”

“I don’t have to have you followed. You’re headline news. The paparazzi had a field day with this one. Everyone is wondering who the girl is that you risked your life to carry out of the concert during a bomb threat.”

Of course everyone was wondering. I couldn’t make a move without the world knowing. This life was getting old quickly.

“It’s the middle of the night!”

“This city never sleeps. Just remember who made all this happen for you…and who can take it all away just as fast.” The line went dead.

Alicia Hopkins.

My benefactor. A billionaire heiress who had propelled me to the top faster than I would’ve ever been able to get there on my own. I had let myself become her pet project. And along the way, I had given her everything else she wanted from me.

We’d had a brief affair, but when I made it to the top, my publicist said I was a commodity. I had to be available, single. Being seen on the arm of a woman twenty years my senior wouldn’t be good for the rock star image.

But by then, Alicia had become obsessed.

So I had made a deal with the devil. I could have the life she’d made for me, but no matter who I slept with, I was hers. Only hers. Why? I didn’t want to think about the reason when a gorgeous woman was in my bed.

I opened the door and left the bathroom. Heather lay in the same place I’d left her, still snoring softly.

In the morning, I would no doubt feel better about everything. I could fuck her once more before she left, and that would probably get her out of my system. After all, it had worked before with other women.

The problem was Heather Myles wasn’t just any woman.

And if I was honest with myself, I had known that when I first laid eyes on her.

I sighed. Heather was a nice girl, someone who didn’t deserve to be thrown into the craziness that had become my life.

I got into bed and lay down next to her. If only she didn’t fit so perfectly against my body. If only she hadn’t curled into me in her sleep.

If only…

I closed my eyes. But sleep didn’t come for hours.

I awoke to Heather’s lips around my cock. I was hard, of course. I was usually hard in the morning, and my dick hadn’t gone down at all since I’d been in Heather’s presence. Except for when I’d been talking to Alicia on the phone. That was always a boner killer.

It wasn’t the best blowjob I’d ever had. She couldn’t take me quite as far as Janet or suck quite as hard as Lindy. But my God, the feelings she evoked within me.

I was ready to come in her mouth, but I needed to be inside that sweet heaven.

“Come here, baby. Sit on me.”

She smiled shyly, crawled forward, and positioned herself above my cock.

“Wait, baby… The condom…”

“I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I’m clean, Jett.”

The feel of her silky walls against mine, with no barrier… It would be heaven. “God, Heather, what are you doing to me?”

She sank down upon my cock. “What you asked. Riding you. Fucking you.”

But that wasn’t what I had meant. She had gotten inside me somehow. Stirred up emotions I had left dormant far too long. Emotions that would eventually be my undoing.

I couldn’t put her through that.

As much as it pained me, I grabbed her hips and lifted her off my cock.