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Thankfully there weren't any alterations needed when Mandy did the final  fittings before they were set to leave. Mandy still blushed when she  thought of the last time when she'd had to fit Ethan into a particularly  snug pair of pants. On her knees before him, pins and pencil at the  ready with the tape measure on hand, she'd bit her lip once she realized  his crotch was at her eye level. It was amazing how she could still  redden in such a situation considering what they got up to in the  bedroom. She'd found herself kneeling in full view of his groin many  times before and the position now made her breathless, even though she  knew this was just about work.

"Don't get distracted now. You need to focus on the job. We both do,"  Ethan teased, blue eyes twinkling. He knew what it did to her; how much  she got into being ‘submissive', catering to his every carnal need while  on her knees. Many times, she'd been close to orgasm just by having  Ethan fuck her mouth while she knelt before him, hands holding his hips  for balance. Once or twice, he'd instructed her to touch herself while  she pleasured him  –  and it took barely a minute for her to come using  her fingers, her juices coating her hand while he spurted his thick,  warm cum down her throat. Damn. Just thinking about it made her shiver  and blush even more.

Schooling her features with effort, Mandy straightened, slowly brushing  her frame as close to his as possible, just enough so he could feel  every contour of her generous curves. Lips pouting with just that bit of  sensuality, Mandy said softly, "I think I can be counted on to keep a  level head, Mr. Tyler. The question is, can you?" With that, she pushed  her ample bosom into his broad chest. The pebbly tips of her nipples  skimmed against his and he inhaled harshly, his hands clamping on her  waist. She smiled thinly with satisfaction.

"I guess we'll just have to maintain some decorum since this isn't the  right time or place," Mandy added with a quiet sigh. She started to back  away but then gasped when Ethan gripped her thigh and lifted it to his  waist, snagging her leg around his hip while his other hand grabbed her  ass and pushed her firmly into his hard, throbbing erection.

The hand on her ass pushed up the hem of her dress, baring her  completely to his groping fingers. He slipped questing fingertips to  seek out her cream-slicked pussy and she gasped at the brazen intrusion.  "With me it's always the right time and place, baby," Ethan growled  against her lips. He kissed her roughly, making her moan deep in her  throat as she clutched her arms around his neck.

Keeping her leg wrapped high around his waist, Mandy felt Ethan reach  for his zipper and quickly free his rock-hard cock. She was thankful for  her heels, which kept her one leg balanced on the floor as suddenly,  Ethan surged into her waiting slit, exposed by the fingers which had  pushed the lace-edged panties to the side. The excitement of his sudden  penetration and the risk of anyone walking into the dressing room and  catching them made Mandy's pussy pulsate even more forcefully around  Ethan's cock as he fucked her. He rammed in several deep, rugged thrusts  that seemed punishing at that angle, his knees slightly bent for more  leverage. Mandy's head swam as sensations of bliss took over her body  inside and out. Ethan steadily massaged her snug walls with each stroke  of his meaty, steel-packed dick. She grunted as loudly as he did as they  kissed with wetness and wildness. He shifted his hips just slightly and  found her magic button, strumming it again and again with each slide of  his shaft inside her vagina. The pressure and friction became almost  too much for both of them. As her muscles began to spasm around him, he  groaned and moved faster, harder. The hot, fast fuck ended with Mandy  bucking atop his cock, flooding him with juices just seconds before he  surged deeper than ever and shot his cum in rivulets straight into her  pleasure cove.

Ethan kissed her on the neck, his words of passion whisky-dark and  rough. "You make the demons go away, babe. Whenever I'm inside you, I  feel like I'm home. You won't leave me, will you?"

Fingers fisted in his thick golden hair, Mandy shook her head firmly,  breathless from her earth-spinning orgasm and the way he still remained  hard and warm inside her contracting walls. She was glad for his arms  around her, as it was the only thing keeping her from buckling to the  ground.

"Never. With you I enjoy being alive. Like I'm only just starting to see  the world for the first time," she whispered, forehead resting against  his. Ethan grinned happily and she melted to mush inside. It was moments  like this she felt glad she'd listened to her heart. And just like  she'd told Marcus all those days ago, she was too far gone to turn back …          

     



 





Chapter Eleven



Ethan wasn't even listening to his manager right now.

Dave Hogan, or Davey as they called him, was the kind of guy who never  took his eye off the ball. That was why he was the best in the business  and why he never let any of them forget it.

True, he'd seen The Strum through the recording of global smash hits and  the resulting financial windfalls plus the many well-deserved awards  and accolades. So long as Jaime, Ethan, and Henson continued to create  great music, Davey was on hand to put the necessary wheels in motion to  ensure that it paid off for all concerned.

So Ethan knew Davey was worried about not just the band's interests but  his own healthy payoff when he sat Ethan down for a little ‘talk'.

It was a week after the London tour.

Damn, that had been a smash. Ethan always had a different feel of things  when he played London. There was just something about the arenas and  the audience; they gave off their own unique vibe so apart from anywhere  else. Once you were on that stage, it felt like you didn't want to  leave. The energy had been bursting night after night, each concert sold  out to massive crowds.

Having Mandy with him had been the best part of it all.

Keeping a real relationship with his kind of schedule had always been a  no-no. He was always on the road, closer to his band brothers than any  other person. It was tough for anyone to ever get into that clique. Only  the die-hard groupies had a pass into their world, and that was simply  short-term till some other hot willing body came along.

With Mandy close, it suddenly seemed like everything he did had meaning.  After each show, he couldn't wait to get out of his sweaty gear and  wrap himself around her. Sometimes she joined them at the after-parties  and the meet-and-greets but most times, she was content to wait on the  sidelines till he was ready. He'd meant what he'd said in his song, the  one he'd written specially for her. She was the light to his darkness;  she chased the demons away. He had nothing to fight anymore because with  her, there was no conflict he couldn't overcome.

Soon enough, he didn't even need the booze or the crazy shit he'd been  into just to get high. It was great that her job ensured she stayed  close to him all through each performance, and it gave him the perfect  idea to keep her with him no matter where he went.

He'd never forget how happy she had been when he told her his great  idea. "When we get back home, I'm calling Jessica. Fans have been  digging the whole new look, if any of the talk all over social media is  anything to go by. My publicist says it's been a great success with the  fashion press, too. And the guys in the band all think it looked wicked,  like they say here in London."

He'd tweaked her nose as she'd smiled, and he went on, "So I've decided.  I'll get Jessica Charles' firm to handle the band overall  –  so long as  you get to style our costumes when we're on tour. We have a new album  coming out in three months, and after that we're launching a world tour  to promote it. I'll expect you to be working on that."

Mandy had gasped, her eyes filled with shocked disbelief. "That would be  awesome, Ethan! Something like that will definitely make my career."  But then she'd looked doubtful for a second. "But I'm totally unknown  –   for now anyway. I'm not sure Jessica will want me to take over such a  big responsibility as a world tour."

Ethan had cupped the sides of her face and stared straight into her  eyes. "Jessica will just have to agree to those terms. I want you with  me, Mandy. When I'm on the road; whatever capital in the world I'm in,  you will be by my side. I'm not going to spend months at a stretch away  from you, and I won't expect you to give up working just to follow my  band around while we tour. With you working as our stylist, it will be  the perfect arrangement."

Her doubtful expression still lingered. "So … in short, I'm being picked  simply because I'm Ethan Tyler's main squeeze and he wants to make sure I  stick around, huh? Really flattering."

Ethan sighed deeply. "You know better than that. You forget that I've  been wearing your creations for this past week on tour. Your stuff is  like you, Mandy. Young and modern. You have an eye, an attention to  detail and real talent. I wouldn't be wearing it if I believed  otherwise. And that's why you get to style The Strum during our tour.  Because you deserve the opportunity. Getting to see you as often as I  want is just a bonus."