I place my hands on his shoulders and get up on my knees. Steele looks me into my eyes, reminding me again who he really is and what all of this means. It only makes me want him more.

He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand, "I love you, Annika. Now show me how much you love me," he teases.

The sound of his voice and the significance of his words, send a chill up my spine. Even when I think I'm in control, I'm not. He owns me. He always has.

I lower myself onto him, trying to take in his full length. I'm damp and slick, but he's a lot to handle. He hasn't taken his eyes off of mine yet. That alone is enough to make me climax all over again. I work my hips over his thick cock until it's all the way inside of me. In this position, he only feels larger and deeper than he ever has.

I begin to grind my hips, rocking my body against his. Steele steadies my hips, guiding me while I move back and forth over his manhood. He lies back onto the bed, holding his hands in place and never breaking his gaze. I continue to fuck him gently, just trying to take all of him in on every thrust.

"I love watching you like this, baby," Steele says, looking up at me.

I can't respond, only let out a long breath. I move faster and harder, sinking him deeper inside me each time I grind into him. My body trembles and my inner lips tighten around him. I push myself down onto him in one long, slow stroke and I can't hold back. I hold steady just long enough to let myself drip onto him before I begin to move again.

Steele cups my breasts in his hands and I continue to ride him. He squeezes me tighter than before, groaning himself this time. He takes hold of my hips once again and quickly flips me onto my back, but remains inside of me.

He presses gently on my knees, pushing them back, getting deeper inside of me. Steele stares down at me and sinks himself inside of me. He places one hand on my shoulder and touches my cheek with the other. He pushes inside of me, plunging into me over and over again. I have no idea how many times I've cum already. I can't control myself. He is making love to me in such a way that I've never experienced. Every thrust is backed with raw emotion and lust - pure need and desire.

I cry out, "Steele. Yes. Yes," as my body quivers and releases once again.

This time he can't hold back. He plunges his cock into me and moves only to try and get it as deep as he can as it pulses inside of me.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he groans.

I feel the warm liquid fill me. Steele begins to move, slower this time, making small circles inside me. We both climax for what feels like forever, not wanting the moment to end.

I pull his body down onto mine and kiss him softly. We exchange small, passionate kisses until I can't help but giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asks with a smirk.

"Nothing. I just...that was...I feel really good."

Steele winks at me, "having trouble using your words again?"

He kisses me, our bodies warm and damp from the heat we created together. Steele rolls onto his side and runs his hand up and down over my torso. It gives me the chills all over again, but not in the same way. We shuffle around and I curl up in his arms.

We both nod off at some point, but wake up a short while later, my head snuggled up against his chest. Steele brushes the hair back from my face and kisses me on the forehead.

"Hey, babe. Did you get a good nap?"

"Mmhmm," I say, still sleepy.

"I'm starving. I'm going to order some food. Want anything?"

"Mmhmm," I reply again.

Steele kisses me once more before standing up from the bed. He's still completely naked and looks sexy as hell. He walks to the other side of the room to where the table and chairs are. I grin at him through half open eyes, but he's not looking this way.

"Would you like anything special?" he asks.

"Nuh uh," I utter.

He chuckles at my answer, "okay, then."

Steele picks up the phone and calls room service. He orders a few different things and then disappears into the bathroom. I turn onto my back, pull the sheet up over me, and smile at the ceiling. I feel as giddy as a love sick teenager.

Slightly more awake, I see him emerge from the bathroom. He's still not wearing anything. I can't stop staring. It's not like I haven't seen him before, but for some reason, it's like I'm viewing Steele for the first time again. My eyes wander down to his manhood and my jaw slacks. That face, those eyes, that body, and... that - dam.

He struts over to the bed and plops himself down next to me.

"Food should be here shortly," he tells me.

Steele runs his fingers down over my body. I watch them disappear under the sheet. He innocently rests his hand between my legs. They spread apart involuntarily from his touch.

"Oh, you like that, baby girl?" he asks playfully.

"Yes," I blush.

"I guess we have a few minutes before our dinner gets here," Steele comments with a devilish look.

He runs his fingers along my slit and I'm immediately aroused. It seems like barely has to do anything to get me going. His presence alone is enough.

Steele teases me with his fingers for only a few minutes before there is a knock at the door.

He rolls his eyes, "one minute, please," he calls to the closed door. He darts into the bathroom and turns the sink on. He comes out in seconds with his pants on and walks to the door.

Steele opens it just enough to accept the food and sign the tab without letting room service see me in the bed. He thanks the man and brings the large tray to the table.

"Wow, you must be pretty hungry," I laugh.

I stand up, wrap the sheet around me, and walk towards the bathroom.

"You didn't have to get up yet. We could have finished first," Steele says, waggling his eyebrows.

"I'm actually starving, myself. Besides, we have a whole lifetime to finish what we were doing," I say with a wink, quoting his words from before.

"I guess you're right," Steele agrees.

He walks over to me and pulls the sheet down.

"Wow. I'm a lucky man," he says, admiring my body.

I normally feel uncomfortable in the nude, but not now. Not with Steele.

He takes a few steps to the dresser and rummages through a drawer. He walks back to me, "pick your arms up."

I look at him, confused. Steele holds up a tee shirt. I smile, understanding, and raise my arms. He rolls the shirt over my head and pulls it down over me. It's big enough to cover my thighs. I locate my underwear and bend over to pick them up. Steele takes the opportunity to give me a light smack on the ass.

"Hey," I say, shooting back up.

He shrugs and laughs, "hold on, you don't need those." Steele turns back to the dresser and digs through another drawer. When he faces me again, he holds out a pair of black lace panties for me.

"Why are you giving me some other girl's underwear?"

Steele laughs, "they're not 'another girl's', they're my 'only girl's'."

I glance at the panties already in my hand and raise my eyebrows when I look back at Steele.

"They're yours," he explains. I peer at them again, more closely this time. Steele continues, "remember the first night we spent together - before I left for my first tour? I put these in my pocket and told you I was going to hold onto them," he finishes with wide eyes, waiting for me to recognize them.

A huge smile forms on my lips, "you kept those this whole time?" I ask, disbelieving.

"Of course. I never leave home without them," he replies proudly.

I chuckle, "that's kind of weird, but it's also cute. I'm flattered."

I take the underwear from his hand and step into them, doing a spin so he gets a full view.

"They look just as sexy as they did the first time I saw you in them." I blush. "On second thought, they look better, because now I know you're really my Forever Girl."

Chapter 18.

Steele and I have been together since I showed up at his hotel after the big show at The Reading Room.

His tour was over for the year so it gave us some much needed time together, getting to really know each other. It also gave me the time I needed to decide how to proceed with the career I built and Steele in my life.

Because of my experience in the business, Steele proposed the possibility of hiring me as his manager. It would allow us to be together, but give me the opportunity to continue to work. I wasn't sure about leaving MTM to work solely with Steele, but that also had a way of working out.

Jayne came up with another one of her brilliant ideas. Since managing Steele technically wasn't a full time job, she arranged for me to work remotely with some of MTM's smaller clientele. Now, I work from the office when I'm in town, and travel with Steele when he's on the road. I'm able to give my clients everything they need and still enjoy life on the road with my rock star husband.

Oh, that's right, Steele and I are married. He was performing in Vegas last year and we decided on a whim to elope while we were there. It was pretty impulsive, but we knew we were going to do it one day anyway so, why not? we didn't need a big affair. No press, no fans, just Steele and I After that tour, when we got back to California, we went into town to visit my father and tell him the news. He couldn't be happier. He also had made some plans of his own that he was very excited about.

He approached us with the possibility of becoming partners and buying The Reading Room. He heard through the local grapevine that the old owners were going to be putting it up for sale. The place has so much history - not just for us - but for so many performers that got their start there. It would be a shame to let it go, or even worse, be turned into some corporate owned chain.

Steele jumped on the idea, and the two of them proposed a deal to the now former owners. My father runs the place like it was something he was always meant to do. Even without any business experience, he spent enough time in show business to pull the whole thing off without a hitch. Having Steele as a partner, and his name now associated with The Reading Room, only helped restore it to its' former glory.

My father's band has a weekly gig, and Steele Rush plays acoustic shows there whenever we're in town. Those are the best shows of all because they're unpublicized and always a surprise. The fans that get to be there are always ecstatic, and Steele loves to perform with just him and his guitar for a smaller crowd, just like he used to do.

Tonight is one of those nights. We came up to visit my father and Steele agreed to open for the band that was headlining. They were excited to have him, and he, as always, was happy to be there.

I take my place back stage as I have become quite accustomed to doing. I never miss a performance.

"Thank you, thank you," Steele announces over the microphone, "I have something special for you all tonight. It's a brand new song I wrote for my wife in honor of what will soon be, our first child," Steele looks over at me and blows me a kiss. I rub my expanded belly and send a kiss back. "I've never played it live before, but I'm stoked to play it here for the first time ever, at The Reading Room, where my story first began."

The crowd explodes into cheers.

"Baby, why don't you come sing with me?" he says into the microphone while he smiles right at me.

Someone from back stage runs out with another stool and places it next to Steele. He must have planned this in advance. The audience cheers again, everyone looks in my direction. My face flushes, but I walk out onto the stage. I learned a lesson a few years ago about facing my fears.

The audience erupts into a mix of claps and hollers. I carefully take a seat on the stool and Steele leans over to kiss me on the cheek. The crowd goes wild again.

Steele begins to pluck the acoustic melody on his guitar and the and the rest of the noise fades. We sit next to one another, singing in harmony, up on the stage where it all began.

We sing the last words, and Steele finishes off by strumming the last few bars on his guitar. He kisses me softly once again, while the chants and cheers go on around us.

I smile out into the crowd and walk back to my place back stage.

My father puts his arm over my shoulder, "you landed a great man there, Annie."

"I know," I reply, beaming at Steele who is contentedly playing the next song in his set.

"I told you, sometimes, you just have to take a chance. You never know what can happen."

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