Stolen Kiss (Erotic Thriller)

Chapter 6

Natalie seriously hated this. Call me a hypocrite if you so choose, she thought, but I hate traveling with David and unable to have even a moment alone with him. Lexi is everywhere he is and fuck is it annoying! Why am I doing this to myself again?

Tonight they were in Miami and she could hear those two moaning in the next room. She already knew what her subconscious was gonna say. 'You knew he was married' and 'His wife needs attention too'. All she could say to that is...no shit! She just didn't think it would suck this much.

They were two months into The Circle tour and, until now, she'd been able to grit her teeth and drown herself in writing. After a while though, a thought started to crop up...he did give her permission to approach Richie if needed. She shot Richie a quick text and got a quick reply back that he was in his room.

She freshened up and slipped on her favorite black thong under a black lace camisole set, tied her long hair up in a ponytail and headed down the hall. She could hear him strumming his favorite guitar and knocked three times. The music went quiet and the door swung open.

Richie Sambora. Tall, tan and brunette with a heartbreaking smile. "Hope you don't mind," she whispered, "Couldn't take much more of it."

"No worries, darlin'," he responded with a welcoming smile, standing aside for her to enter.

But she saw that he wasn't alone. Jon was sitting on the sofa still holding his guitar and nursing his wine. "Come to help us write up setlists?"

"No chance, hun. That's all you," she tossed back casually and Richie handed her a glass of wine, gesturing to the opposite sofa. "It's just different this time and it's driving me insane."

"How's that?" Eeep...Jon still doesn't know about David and I, she thought.

Natalie shifted on the cushion and her panties rubbed against her clit. Fuck. She suppressed a moan and plastered a smile on her face. "Um...just...not having David at my side 24/7," she supplied half-heartedly.

Richie nodded in understanding and sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "So you've come to the best of the best for entertainment, huh?"

"Mm...something like that," she whispered back with an evil grin.

"Um...are you two ...?" Jon's voice trailed off. "Do you two need some privacy?"

"Nah, man, but you're getting warmer," Richie smirked, "You're fine to stay, isn't that right darlin'?"

Natalie bit her lip and nodded. "Sure...I don't mind a third. Actually Jon...David and I kinda...we have...an arrangement. One that can't exactly be fulfilled with Lexi here." She smiled as Richie's fingers trailed up her thigh. "But there is one person who can fulfill those needs. He's done it before..."

Jon glanced between them, speechless for a moment, then shook his head. "Of course, Lema would do this...again. How long?"

"About six inches," Richie chuckles.

"Not how long is Lema!" Jon throws a grape at Richie, who catches it smoothly in his mouth. "How long has this been going on?"

"Started about a month after he hired me," she answered, letting Richie kiss her shoulder and into her neck. Natalie grinned at Jon as the brunette man pushes one strap down then the other. "You waste no time, do you?"

Richie licked his lips and pulled off her top, exposing Natalie to Jon who readjusted his guitar in front of him. "How about answer me a question? Does David only whip and spank you, then fuck you like a toy?" Richie's voice was velvet smooth. "Has he, out of the entire time you've worked for him, took his time and made love to you? Focused on your pleasure?"