“Yes.”
One hand was on my waist, fingers slipping under the band of my panties, and it was so goddamn hot.
“I’ve never been to your house,” I parried as Forrest buried his other hand in my hair and tugged.
“You’ll love it, baby girl,” he growled and my insides were liquifying.
He suddenly flipped me around and his mouth met mine in a blast of pure carnal connection. I was already arching into him and the thick dick pressing on my belly, his fingers hard on my hips as he dragged up my skirts, both of us ravenous for each other.
The world’s most powerful music producer fucked me up against the wall, my eyes rolling back at my head at how he could stroke that big cock in and out, rubbing all those perfect spots no younger man had ever been able to get.
I was gasping, panting, needing more, so stretched and fucked that I was whimpering his name.
“Yes,” I whispered as sweat dripped down into my breasts and my lips felt swollen from his kisses. “Yes, I’ll come live with you.”
Chapter two
Birdie
“Forrest, we have to go now!” I laughed affectionately as my fiancé sat at the piano with two of his grown children, working out one of the musical scores for his upcoming showPhantom of the Bloody Opera.
Even on his wedding day, he was still an artist and musician to the core, and I absolutelylovedthat about him. Sometimes after five years it was still surreal that I got to be with the man whose musicals I’d had memorized since my teen years. That we got to passionately argue the finer points of musical arrangements until all hours of the night and then devour each other until we were both dripping and exhausted.
Of course I loved how Forrest helped his kids with their careers, and the newest project would be the twins Paige and Hieronymus’ first time directing, with their mother, Forrest’s famous ex, playing the leading role of Christine Daaé.
Hieronymus and Paige Davies-Jones were 35, five years older than me, both tall and elegant. Today they were dressed in sophisticated black, Hieronymus with a bit of a receding hairlinehe tried to hide with a messy updo, and Paige with her sleek dark ponytail.
My wedding dress tucked firmly under my arm, I walked over to the group.
The grand piano was massive, and opened out onto our big backyard, the pool looking just about warm enough to swim in. My beloved had a pen in his mouth as he bent over the score, hitting a note on the piano that they all sung in unison, Forrest’s deep bass voice matching with their higher ones in a perfect harmony.
I couldn’t help joining a little bit with my alto, and Hieronymus and Paige instantly both stopped and shot disgruntled looks at me.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Birdie, but your sound always throws me off,” Paige said with a fake little smile.
“We’re going for more of a classical tone here,” Hieronymus added.
Forrest wasn’t even listening, still staring intently at his score, and I didn’t care what they said because he looked sexy as hell, halfway dressed with his tuxedo shirt opened, the bowtie hanging against his chest, his silvery hair rumpled in the way it always was when he was working out something.
Since this was such a family production he wanted to make sure it was a big success for them.
And, of course, I was rooting for its success too. Even though I was just a tiny bit jealous not to be more involved. After all, Phantom of the Bloody Opera was my favorite musical. It would have been cool to be one of the chorus, perhaps? But maybe with the next one.
“We have to go,” I said lightly, putting a hand on his broad shoulder, feeling the corded muscles underneath. “St. Martin’s Cathedral is very strict about when the wedding begins.”
Forrest turned to me, his blue eyes sweeping down my body to where I was covered up in a little pink robe, and even that casual glance was enough to scorch me.
“They’ll wait for me. Just a few more minutes.”
And the hell of it was? They absolutely would.
I know what everyone says about the two of us. That because he’s 65 and I’m 30 that I’m a gold-digger.
They’re wrong, though.
I’m marrying Forrest Davies-Jones because I’mmadly,wildly in love with him.
After all, I would’ve been shit out of luck if I married him to advance my career. Despite being the partner of the most powerful musical and theater producer in the US, I have yet to record a CD or even get cast in one of his huge, glamorous productions.
