"Hey, gorgeous! Are you ready to go?!" David asks, sticking his head into the bedroom. "Oh wow...classy, Babydoll."

I turn around and smile sweetly, twirling to show him the ass hugging blue jeans. Rather than the pink, purple and gold stuff he'd bought me earlier, I'd chosen the more muted outfit. The jeans are paired with a cute pair of leather booties, a silk white cami and a gray mesh knit off-shoulder sweater.

My hair's been styled in a classic half-up, half-down style and a smokey eye contrasts with my pale pink glossy lips. The white gold diamond hoop earrings and long white gold chain completes my ensemble.

"You like? As gorgeous as the other clothes are, I felt they'd be too distracting." I saunter over and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "It's your special time and I don't wanna be the reason your attention is elsewhere."

"Mmh, remind me to give my stylist a bonus," he smiles, "I hope you don't mind but I made plans for us after the show."

"Oh? Do I get to find out what they are now?"

"You'll see," he smiles, offering his hand. I take it, grab up my new black camera bag and he leads me to the door. Since he only lives a few blocks from the theater district, we decide to take in the cool night air and walk arm in arm.

The streets are bustling with people, and the energy of the city buzzes around us. We pass the restaurants, shops and clubs in Times Square. Neon signs light up the sidewalks and music spilling out into the street.

The theater district is busy and lights are strung between buildings, creating quite a sight. Theater-goers queue up and talk excitedly about the shows. The bright, rainbow lights of Broadway shine brightly and we pass by several theater productions on our walk, their marquees lighting the sidewalk.

It's not until we get closer to the Longacre theater that a few fans start approaching him. As the crowd starts to grow, I hang back and let him do his thing. He glances over at me and smiles. "Don't go too far, I'll be done soon."

"David! I love you!" cries one girl who looks like she's still in high school.

"Awe, thanks sweetheart...sure!" He smiles, signing an autograph for her and taking a selfie.

"David, can I take a picture with you?" David! David! Over here...Can I get a picture?!... Holy shit, you're fucking awesome!... I love you!

I take the moment to pull out the camera from my bag, snapping a few photos of him interacting with the fans and laughing in his good-natured way. Don't judge! I still have a fan page to run!

He waves goodbye to the last fan and walks back over to me. "Come on, let's go!" he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. "Sorry about that, it was starting to get a bit much."

"I got some great shots for the page," I reply, "You always handle fans with such...calmness."

"Years of practice, baby," he smiles, leading me into the theater.

It's just as crazy with Bon Jovi fans looking to support the musical. I fall into my photographer element, catching David with other people in the business or mingling with more fans. When he's busy looking away, I sidle over to the merchandise stand and treat myself.

"Miss? Can I help you?" asks the lady working behind the table.

"Yeah, can I get a Playbill, pin and coffee mug, please?" I smile and hand over $30.

I head back over to David who's still talking to some guy in a sharp suit. Even from here I can tell it's an interview. Must be someone important. A few more photos and he's broken away to lead me into the seating area.

"Sorry it's crazy, babydoll," he apologizes.

"I'm actually enjoying it. Now I get to watch you work and not feel like a stalker," I joke and he kisses my cheek. "What's a girl gotta do to get her Playbill signed? Hmmm?"

"I can think of a few things," he smiles. With a glance around, he leads me behind the curtain. "How much does my favorite fan want that signed program?" I bite my bottom lip and he pushes me against the wall, kissing me deeply.

His tongue slips between my lips and into my mouth, dueling with mine. I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Personal...with love...I wanna purr every time I look at it and remember...this...you..."

"You're such a fuckin' tease," he chuckles against my neck.

"You complaining?"

"Definitely not," he says with a devilish grin, my hand sliding down towards his cock and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Is this where I'm supposed to say 'Pleeease Mr Bryan...I'll suck your cock if you do me this little favor'?"

He groans as he grinds himself against me harder. "Fuck, you're a bad girl. You are a fucking bad girl," he smirks, kissing down my neck.

"But I'm your bad girl...and I'll be your bad girl any time you want, Daddy." I attempt to keep my moaning quiet.

"Damn straight you are," he continues to grind against me.

"You're incorrigible."

"You love it," he says, kissing back up to my lips. I do love it. Yes, he is incorrigible. And I adore it.

His knee wedges between my thighs and instinctively I lovingly hump him like a cat in heat...until the guy who was talking to him before comes looking for him. He pulls back with a smirk and adjusts his dick. "Be right there!"

"Don't forget me, Mr Rockstar...unless you'd like to go bed without sinking your dick into me." I hold out my Playbill and marker, giving him a cute wink. He signs the program and reaches around to grab my ass, hauling me against his body.

"You're lucky I'm working or I'd drag you out back," he threatens me with a growl.

"I'll be here all night, sweetheart!" I can't help but laugh at that one.

"I need to go...that's one of the sponsors. Behave yourself." The guy who came to get him is still standing there waiting. He looks slightly annoyed now. I smirk to myself and follow David to where our seats are.

I'm not sure how many interviews he does, but David's always got someone talking to him. He either holds court with the fans, signing autographs and taking selfies, or talking to investors about business. I'm just glad I don't have to be the one doing it.

The house lights go down as he sits next to me, taking my hand in his with a gentle squeeze. I smile over at him and lean in, hugging his arm to my chest and resting my head against his shoulder.

The beginning set glows blue in the darkness...lights blink all around as camera flashes and Jeanna appears in a gorgeous white coat dress. "Flashbulbs fill the air...frenzy fills the night...a lonely girl aswirl, lost in blinding light. Living rather large, yet feeling rather small...step up to the mic...but you're not heard at all..."

My head tilts towards Dave and I can't resist but to mouth the songs words. His crooked smirk catches my eye and his fingers caress mine. Jeanna's voice is strong and pure and glides over the music. The audience jokingly boos as Camilla, played by Erin Davie, makes her appearance.

I peek up at Dave and his eyes are fixed on the stage, watching Jeanna and Camilla as they perform. His fingers tighten around mine and I lean in closer, feeling the music pulse through my body. I swear the musical is even better the second time around, even with David taking full advantage of the darkened theater.

Just as he did that first night, his hand rests on my upper thigh with the occasional squeeze. He gives me an occasional glance, and I make sure to return the favor. It's comforting to have him so close to me. I can feel the heat of his body and his breath against my neck, and my heart is racing with anticipation.

Intermission...more fans and more autographs. Some ask who I am and get excited about finding out I run their favorite fan page.

The rest of the show goes by in a blur and, thankfully, David and I only hang around the theater for about 20 minutes. Remaining fans are able to get their selfie and autograph...they get to go home or rush to the stage door to meet the cast. Hmm...I remember when I could be that way. Careless. Alone.

I follow him out a side door and he steals a kiss once we're alone in the backseat of a Lincoln Escalade. "Mmm I was craving one of your kisses," he whispers, running his fingers through my hair. "How was it for you, babydoll?"

"It was...amazing. It was so much better the second time around. I was having so much fun with you, David," I say, letting his name roll off my tongue.

He groans as I slid onto his lap, his hips grinding into me as I wrap my arms around his neck. "I could listen to you say my name all night," he murmurs, his hands stroking my back. "You know you're my favorite fan, right?"

"I better be," I whisper in his ear, nosing at his soft curls.

"Wouldn't want to disappoint you."

"You couldn't ever disappoint me," I reassure him and press my lips to his neck.

He chuckles and crooks a finger under my chin, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His tongue dances with mine, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I moan into his mouth, feeling the heat between us build with every touch.

He pulls away for a moment, his breath heavy. "I'm taking you on my own...tour of the city," he says, his eyes shining with desire. "A private tour where we can indulge ourselves. Hope you're not afraid of heights."

My eyes go wide. "Uh..heights? I mean...depends I guess." The car ride is short and pulls up to the drop off area of a tall skyscraper lit up for all to see. "The Metlife Building? Why are we here?"

"I have a special night planned for us, baby. Come on," he says, getting out and coming around to my door to open it for me.

"But it's closed...and it's so high up!" I say, looking up at the building.

"Trust me, babe," he says, charm oozing into his voice. He takes my hand and helps me out of the car. I do trust him. He starts walking and I follow closely behind him. David leads me to an elevator and we get in. He starts hitting buttons then glances over at me. "You trust me right?"

"Yes, but what's-"

The elevator doors close, cutting me off and my stomach drops. I feel like I'm free falling as the elevator shoots up through the building. My hands dig into the soft leather of his jacket as I wince at the sudden burst of speed. I feel like I need to vomit and close my eyes, taking a deep breath as the elevator slows down.

"Are you okay?" David asks, rubbing my back.

"Yes...I just...anxiety crops up sometimes."

"Just remember, I won't let anything bad happen to you," he says with a grin. "Here we are."

My eyes widen as I see that the elevator has opened up all the way up the top of the building. We step out into the open air and I'm greeted by a beautiful view of the city around us. The moon is bright overhead.

"Oh...David..."

"Pretty, isn't it?" David asks, pulling me closer to him. A giant white helicopter sits on the landing pad and a man dressed in a pilot's uniform nods at us before returning to his clipboard.

"It's amazing," I whisper, taking in the view. The wind is blowing gently and I can see all the way to the river.

"Come on," he says, leading us toward the edge of the building. He leans against the barrier, looking out over the city. "Come on over, baby, it's amazing!" he gestures for me to join him.

I slowly walk over to him, fingers grabbing his leather jacket. My fear of heights kicking in as I feel my stomach drop out from under me. I take a step back from the edge and lean against the barrier, taking in the view. The lights from the city are bright and the stars are so clear. It's beautiful.

"It's so beautiful," I whisper, "Minus the height issue."

"It's worth it, baby," he whispers back. "I could sit here for hours."

His arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me close, his scent enveloping me and warm breath on my neck. I giggle and lay my head on his chest.

"You're amazing," I murmur, stretching up to gaze into his eyes that twinkle as bright as the stars.

"So are you, baby," he whispers back. Without another word, he kisses me. His lips are soft and warm and gentle against mine. He tastes so good.

I pull away and reach for my camera, taking a deep breath and leaning over the side a bit. His arms hold tight to my waist as I snap photos of the night skyline. I lean back and scroll through the photos. His lips hover over my skin and my breath catches.

"You're so talented, baby. Are you having a good time?" he asks, kissing my neck.

"The best." He spins me around to face him and looks deeply into my eyes. My heart is pounding and I can feel myself blushing under his gaze. His lips meet mine and I melt into his embrace once more. "Stay there," I tell him and back up, raising my camera and pointing it at him.

"What are you doing?" he asks, taking a few steps back.

"Taking your picture," I answer, "Sorry but you kinda asked for it looking this handsome."

He smiles and poses for me, some sexy and some goofy, others serious and stunning. "How do you want me to pose?" he asks.

"Be yourself. Be you. There's no wrong way to pose," I tell him, smiling. He puts his hands in his pockets, pouts and looks down, then out over the city. I walk around him in a half circle, using the natural lights and shadows for the greatest advantage.

A rockstar. The rockstar. Dominant. Sweet Jersey man. Tough city boy. Close up on his eyes and curls. His hands. Sitting casually with his back to the wall. Alone. Looking out. A smile. Eyes open. A slight grin. Staring right into my lens. Taking a deep breath. He sticks out his tongue and I laugh, lowering my camera.

"You're crazy," he says, laughing. "I typically get paid for photoshoots."

"Do you? How much?"

He smirks and licks his lips. "Make me an offer."

I glance down at my camera and step towards him, reaching out with one sure hand to cradle the back of his head. No words. I pull him forward and kiss him deeply. He growls in approval and wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me close. He parts my lips with his tongue and we explore each other's mouths. I feel warm and safe in his arms.

"Where's my tab at now, Rockstar?"

"Paid in full, babydoll," he says, winking at me. I roll my eyes and snap a final photo, capturing his natural, relaxed smile perfectly.

I don't ever want to leave.

"Sir, are you two ready?" The pilot calls out and we break apart.

"Yeah...sorry," Dave apologizes with a nervous laugh and leads me over to the helicopter. "Keep this," he takes my camera strap and hooks it across my body, "secured. Wouldn't want to lose it."

"Lose it where?"

"The city...in the Hudson..." He places a headset on himself and one on me, offering a hand to me. I take it and he hoists me up into the helicopter. He straps me in tight, so close to my face and whispers, "You look so pretty when you can't move, Babygirl."

Thanks to the headset, it sounds like a raspy coo in my ear and sends a shiver down my spine. He takes his seat next to me and straps himself in, turning to face me. He puts a finger under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him, leaning in close.

"You are so beautiful..." he says, his breath hot on my face. I feel a warmth in my chest.

"Thank you," I reply, looking into his eyes. They're such an intense blue.

He leans in and kisses me once more and I melt into my seat, enjoying the closeness. He runs his hand up my thigh and I shudder, moving closer to him. He breaks the kiss and smiles at me. "I'm glad you decided to stay."

"Me too..." I say, smiling back. Neither of us mentions tomorrow being my last day in NYC. Why spoil this moment of happiness...The helicopter takes off and it's so much faster than the plane, my stomach dropping as we ascend quickly.

I look over the edge and see the river getting closer and closer until the pilot levels us out. He flies us over the city of New York, showing us all the famous sights. We fly from the Statue of Liberty to the Empire State Building to the One World Trade Center to the Brooklyn Bridge.

"How long will the flight be?" I ask through the headset. It's all just breathtaking and I can't help but fangirl a bit and take over a hundred photos.

"About an hour and a half," David replies, resting his hand on my knee. I place my hand on top of his and we sit there, enjoying the flight and each other's company.

"You know...I'm slightly disappointed." He looks over at me, his brows creased in confusion and shock.

"What do you mean?"

My eyes peel away from the city lights and bore into his. "Still having acceptance issues. Seems like yesterday I was in the front row but hoping you'd smile at me. I don't know how I got this lucky. This all so far from...quiet and humble."

"Baby, I wanted to show you my world," he replies, taking my hand in his. "That world isn't as humble as growing up was. My family's Jewish...you know this. We weren't poor by any means. I'm fortunate enough to be able to do what I do because of my parents. But after 18, I did the whole struggling musician thing and I worked my ass off while still going to school making seven bucks a night playing."

"And now you're a multimillionaire."

"Your bratty side just couldn't help showing herself, could she?" His lips curls into a smirk. "I don't struggle with money anymore. Neither do my kids. Nothing I own anymore is humble except my ripped jeans and shirts. When I tour, my life turns into controlled chaos and madness. This whole time with you has been the most quiet I've gotten in a long fucking time."

"So you never wanted that quiet?"

"No...I did," he replies, pulling me closer. "And took it wherever I could."

I lay my head on his shoulder and squeeze his hand. "Sounds like I've done for you what you've done for me."

"A hundred times over," he replies and kisses the top of my head.

The rest of our flight is in silence and we land back on the helipad. David leans over to unstrap me and my stomach flutters as his face gets closer to mine. "That was amazing," I gush in a soft whisper, "Left me breathless."

"Well, don't mind if I do," he says, kissing me and taking my final breath away. He's warm and his lips are soft against mine. I can't help but want more. I move closer to him and slide my hands around his neck, drawing him closer. He parts my lips with his tongue and teases mine. I moan into his mouth and he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I break our kiss and smile at him. "Thank you for a wonderful trip."

"You're welcome, babygirl."

"Ahem," someone coughs loudly, making us jump apart. We both turn towards the sound and see the pilot, looking mildly amused at embarrassing us. "We're here," he says with a chuckle.

"Thanks for the ride, Captain," Dave says, extending a hand bashfully like he's been caught in the cookie jar.

The pilot shakes it and smiles at him. "Anytime, sir." He turns to me and holds his hand out. "It was a pleasure flying you today, Miss."

Time is lost from stepping onto the elevator until we arrive back at Dave's apartment, both of us too engrossed in each other to worry about the world around us. Back in the privacy of his home, clothing is shed and trails to the living room. The fireplace roars to life and our bodies are bathed in a flickering orange glow.

We don't even have the strength to make it to the bedroom. Instead we collapse onto the sofa in a heap of limbs and passionate kisses. One of his hands cups my breast while the other runs down my back, his fingers tickling me. I shiver under his touch and he laughs softly.

"Shhh." He pulls me closer, burying his face in my neck and nibbling there. "Hush, babygirl."

I hum in response, the sound vibrating against his sensitive skin. His hand leaves my breast and moves down. His fingers trail down my thigh, parting the folds of my skin and caressing my wet folds. He stops at my outer lips and rubs his thumb over them before entering me with his finger.

"Ooooh Gooooood," I gasp, leaning back and moaning.

"I love it when you squirm like that," he breathes, biting the side of my neck. His fingers are inside me, rubbing my g-spot and making me go insane.

"You know my only gripe about men," I sigh and tangle my fingers in his hair. "You all talk too much..." He chuckles as I push him down by the head...down my body and he lays his head between my legs.

"Make me shut up, then," he whispers, teasing my clit with his tongue. I moan and roll my hips, lifting my hips higher. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he murmurs against my pussy.

"Mmm..." I moan in response. "Please, yes."

"Tell me you need me, beautiful," he purrs, his lips muffling my words. He swirls his tongue around my clit, tight figure eight movements.

I groan in response. "Tell me that you need me," he whispers again. "I want to hear it."

"I need you," I breathe. "Please, Daddy...I need it..."

"That's my good girl," he murmurs and sweeps his tongue back up and into me. I cry out against his mouth and fist his hair, clutching at his head and tossing my head back.

"More," I groan. "Fuck me, baby."

He suckles my clit, sending shivers down my spine. The muscles in my pussy clench tightly around his fingers, squeezing them. I cry out, gripping at his shoulders. His arms wrap around my thighs and ass, and he laces our fingers together. I arch my back and grind my pussy into his mouth, moaning loudly.

I'm close, so damn close and my body is on fire.

"D-David...please..." I pant. "I--I...uunnh oooh god..."

"Mmm, baby," he breathes, his voice muffled by my pussy.

I shudder and clench his fingers, my breath coming in short, hard gasps. "Fuuuck...I'm--I'm...I'm..." I

can't finish my sentence. I beg. I plead. I scream. But it's no good. "Don't...stop..." I choke out. "Don't stop..." And he doesn't. Up...up and over he sends me barreling into oblivion. He laps up every drop until the spasms subside and crawls up my body for a kiss.

"Such a good girl," he whispers against my lips, his cock hard against me. "You're so fucking sexy."

I wrap my legs around his waist and welcome him into my body. He groans and buries his face in my neck. "So sweet," he murmurs, giving me a soft, slow thrust. "I could fuck you all night."

"We have all night, baby."

We make love to the soft crackling of each ember, kisses silencing all the things neither of us dares say. Tomorrow...the future...his feelings...my feelings...all those things flooding out in moans of pleasure and racing hearts.