Page 70 of Harrison's Wedding

“Whatever you want,” she tells me in a sexy voice that causes my cock to jerk in my jeans.

“Indeed. Bend over the bed, angel.”

She does as instructed, and her skirt rides up even higher than it did when she reached for the Coke. The lower half of her glorious ass cheeks are exposed, and I step forward, flipping her skirt up onto her back, exposing her and enjoying the view of her ass in a thong immensely.

“God, you’re sexy,” I tell her.

I take my time with her the same way I did the last time she was out here, enjoying this opportunity to tease her and work her into an erotic frenzy. Eventually, she begs me to fuck her, and I finally give us what we both want.

* * *

On Sunday morning,we’re eating breakfast together when Heather gets a notification on her phone. She looks down at it and chuckles before turning to smile at me. “I didn’t tell you. I met the sweetest fan of yours last night.”

“Of Harrison’s or of mine, lover?” Sebastian asks with a grin before taking a bite of his toast.

Heather laughs and says, “Of all of yours, actually. Her name’s Megan, and I ended up giving her a ride home because she was all alone out the front of Serenity.”

“Oh, I wondered what that was about,” Sebastian says. “I saw a comment you made on Instagram.”

“I tried to tell her we’re all just normal people, but she had me sign a picture from my fashion show. It’s so weird being some kind of celebrity now.” Heather wrinkles her nose.

“You’re tellingus?” Hayden laughs, and Heather shoves him with her elbow.

She joins in with his laughter before cutting it off abruptly and moaning, “Oh god, I’m so nervous about Saturday Night Live.”

Heather’s been invited to be a guest on the Halloween show next week. April Conway is the host as well as the musical guest, and it’s a big honor for her to be pulling double duty.

Last month, Heather designed the gown April had asked her to make at her fashion show. While she was working, April joked about Heather making a cameo in a sketch about Cruise Control, where she was singing at our wedding. She mentioned the idea to one of the show's producers, and they jumped at the idea of having Heather as a guest.

“You’ll be fine, angel,” I wrap my arms around her shoulders and squeeze her.

Sebastian finishes a mouthful of toast and says, “Yup. It’s nowhere near as scary as you think it’s going to be, lover.”

“I wish you could come with me,” Heather sighs and looks at me as she says it.

We’re meant to be going to a charity event in Los Angeles that night.

“I can skip the charity thing and come to New York if you need me to,” I tell her.

Heather shakes her head. “No. You don’t need to do that. I’m just nervous; I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“I can come to the show with you if you need support,” Ally offers.

“Oh my god, yes. That would be amazing!” Heather grins, the relief evident in her expression.

We spend the rest of the weekend hanging out, and I fuck Heather senseless as often as I can. On Monday morning, she packs up early so she can drive back to Chicago. Once she’s got all of her things together, she slips into the bed next to me.

She kisses my naked chest before resting her head there and throwing her arm over me. “I’m going to miss you, honey.”

“It’s just one more week, and we’ll meet back in Chicago on Sunday,” I promise her.

“Do you think I’ll be okay on SNL?”

I can hear the nerves in her voice, and I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

“You’ll be amazing. Trust me.”

I turn her face up to mine and kiss her. Our tongues intertwine and she smiles at me when our kiss ends.

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