At first, he just thought he was imagining someone was whispering "Josh" softly into his ear. He could almost feel her breath in his ear and it making him shiver with anticipation. Finally, he turned in the direction of the whisper – maybe ten feet away, he saw a blonde woman with big blue eyes, wearing a sexy black dress -- her eyes met his and it's like he was sucker punched, the connection was immediate and overwhelming. He walked over to her.

She gave him a knowing but sweet smile and he responded with a shy smile of his own.

"Josh," he murmured to her.

"Stacey."

She smelled good – and sweet, like he'd expect her to smell – like warm sugar, evoking thoughts of home and the baking of sugar cookies.

He put his hands on her bare shoulders to draw her close. "You feel it, baby?" he asked, his breath warm on her cheek.

"Oh, yes," Stacey managed breathlessly; this was a dream come true. It wasn't idol worship or giddy fan attraction. She had always known this man was HERS from the first time she saw his face.

At her response, he lowered his face to hers. The first kiss was soft and brief – too brief for both of them. More confident in her positive response, he took her upper lip between his and sucked tenderly at it, running his tongue along the delicate inner flesh of her lip. Then he repeated the same on her lower lip. Stacey leaned into him, begging for more – and he gladly accommodated her. He took her mouth fully this time, his tongue gaining entrance. He traced and learned at the secrets of that sweet warm cavern.

"Not fair," she moaned when he lifted his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. "I want to taste you."

He gave her a wicked grin, more confident of his power over her. "Go ahead. Learn me."

Stacey reached on her toes to do just that, but he couldn't bear that too long. His tongue met hers – they danced and parried, each of them trying to taste the other thoroughly. She felt him grow hard against her as he rubbed his body to hers, making her equally hot. Her fingers plunged into his dark, silky curls as he ravaged her mouth – as if he had lived through a long drought and would never have enough to drink, never be satisfied. His hands moved to her hips, pulling their lower bodies even closer.

"Stacey, baby, I can't stand much more of this," he growled against her ear. "Or I'll be pulling off that hot little dress right here."

Stacey barely remembered the party. Her mind buzzed with his nearness, swamping everything else; the world around her seemed less significant than this one man." I am staying at a hotel nearby," Stacey offered.

JC shook his head. "Doesn't work for me."

A little panicked that her moment was going to pass her by, she asked, "It doesn't? Why not?"

"Because it's MY bed I want you to wake up in tomorrow morning." Grabbing her hand, he practically towed her out the door without any good-byes. They would just have to realize some things had to be taken as they came. JC wasted no time putting her into his jeep and heading out of the parking lot.

"Wait!" Stacey cried.

He flicked her a concerned glance. "What? You don't want to go to my place?"

"I do but..."

"But?..." He urged her to continue.

"My clothes are at the hotel. I'll have nothing to wear!"

He gave her a sly grin. "THAT works for me."

"Oh, okay. I'll just walk around tomorrow at CFTC naked as a jaybird," she retorted calmly.

"What the..." JC shouted. No one was gonna see his baby girl naked but him. "What hotel?" he grumbled.

She gave him the name of the hotel, then reached out to rub his thigh to comfort him – it was NOT a comfort.

When they reached the hotel he asked her room number and promptly escorted her to it. Stacey let the door close behind them – and leaned back against it.

"Let's grab what you need and get the hell—" JC felt soft hands climb up his shirt from behind and moaned.

Just as she suspected, Stacey thought, smooth hot skin over hard muscle. Velvet over steel. "Do we have to wait?" she purred. She nibbled and licked at his neck. The neck she had dreamed of devouring in her daydreams. Her imagination had never come close to the texture of his skin or the slightly salty taste of the nape of his neck.

"Stacey..."

Her arms slid around to the front, her hands unfastening his belt and popping the snap of his jeans.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," he chuckled as he pulled her hands from him so he could turn to face her. He was surprised to find not only lust but a sweet tenderness, a true caring. "Baby..." he whispered against her lips before he covered them once more.

Stacey felt herself grow dizzy from the taste and the lack of oxygen in her air-starved lungs. Her knees gave a little – his arms held her up, pressing her even closer than before, then she left his arms to kneel at his feet.

"Where're you goin'?" he protested.

"I'm gonna introduce myself to Mr. Happy. I've heard and seen so much about him..." Her giggle was saucy as she grinned up at him.

He laughed too – he had definitely found a surprise treasure that night.

To taunt him more, she grasped the talon of his zipper between her teeth and tugged it down, deliberately rubbing her chin against the hard swell beneath the fabric.

"God!" he groaned.

Pushing the pants to his ankles, she carefully nibbled at him through his boxer-briefs.

"Stace!" he gasped. "I wanna feel those lips..."

Complying with his request, Stacey pulled the underwear down his legs as well. Not wanting him to trip, she swiftly removed his shoes and socks. She sat back on her haunches to admire her handiwork. There was JC Chasez before her very eyes dressed in only a black tee-shirt – with Mr. Happy looking VERY happy! Or very anxious. Never in all her life had she imagined the beauty of a fully aroused male – the perfection of his hard thighs and straining manhood.

JC cupped her skull tenderly. "I like the way you look at me, sweetheart. Like I'm the best thing you've ever seen."

"Because you are."

He kept her head in his hands as she leaned forward for the first taste of him.

There were a few droplets escaping from the purple head of his shaft, so she reached her tongue out and licked them away.

"Damn, girl," he hissed at the sudden touch.

Big blue eyes peered up at him. "Want me to stop?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah, like a hundred years from now!"

Carefully, she held Mr. Happy to one side so she could give his sacs a loving tongue bath.

"Do you know what a turn on that is?"

"Like you need to get any more turned on!" she laughed.

"Yeah."

Stacey now began to concentrate on the main attraction. She swirled her tongue around the swollen crown, making him moan all the more loudly. Nibbling at the extra sensitive underside, once in a while she let her tongue tickle him. She gently reached her index finger up between the sacs and the shaft and pressed ever so lightly. JC's hiss of pleasure was reward enough for her.

"Damn, where'd you learn that! I didn't even know..."

"A girl reads, Josh."

"I've had enough of this, you sexy little minx." He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. "I'm the only one who's losing clothes."

He reached to the back zipper of her little black dress and let it slide to the floor. He smiled. Soft silky and pretty pink. A girlie girl despite her outer appearance. "I like," he said of her bra and panties. He slanted his mouth over hers and he unclasped her bra, sweeping it away so he could fondle her plump breasts.

"You're shirt," she moaned. "I want to feel you against me."

"This makes it real unfair," he told her. "I'm the only one naked. He whipped his shirt off and tossed it to the pile where his other clothes lay.

"You can take care of that, can't you?"

He gave her a cocky smirk. "Oh, yeah..." Kneeling in front of her, he captured on swollen, pink nipple between his lips. His teeth held it still for the lashing of his tongue.

"Josh!"

When he was convinced the bud couldn't draw any tighter, he switched breasts.

Stacey buried her fingers in his dark curls as his mouth moved ever lower, his tongue dipped into her navel.

"Your skin is like warm satin, baby – and I want to taste every inch of it – all night." His voice was like the sexy purr of a big cat. A panther maybe, sleek, lean and dangerous. With his teeth, he snagged the waistband of her bikini underwear and tugged them down her legs. Her shoes were no challenge. She wore sandals and no hose. He nuzzled the tops of her pale thighs, pressing soft kisses on them. "Open up, for me baby," he commanded as he moved a hand up her legs.

Stacey leaned against the door to keep herself upright for what she knew was coming. Shyly, now she knew it was really going to happen, she moved her legs apart.

Slowly, he drew his tongue along her already dewy outer petals. "Mmm...Sweet and spicy like you."

She forced herself not to slide down the door at that intimate touch, her knees wanted to buckle. "Ahh!" she cried as he pushed his tongue into her, seeking that little pleasure jewel. "Oh, God!" she gasped when he found it and wrapped his talented tongue around it.

JC continued his delicious torture for a few more minutes then surged to his feet. "Now," he growled. Stacey twined her arms tightly about his neck as he lifted her against the door and moved between her legs. "Wrap around me, baby. Let's go to heaven." Probing carefully at her slick entrance, he slid home.

"Oh, God!" Stacey couldn't believe how full she felt, how complete. She'd been fucked before – but this WAS making love!

"Baby, you're so tight and hot and you feel so good!" Saying that he began to thrust into her center. He knew it wouldn't take either of them long; they were so into each other, so hungry for each other.

Stacey pressed closer, her mouth slamming down on his to taste his heat as he drove her crazy.

You nearly there, sweetheart?" JC demanded, feeling a pleasurable burn begin in his loins.

She was already growing taut in his arms as he repeatedly pounded her into the door panel. "Oh, yes, Josh! Take me there!"

"You ain't goin' alone. I'll be there with you," he promised.

"AH!...Oh, Josh!...Oh, God, I – AHHHH!"

"That's my baby! Fly for me!" JC urged just before he released himself into the rapture that had overtaken her. "Stayyy-cee!"

Panting, he leaned heavily against her, feeling her soothing caress of his hair, neck and shoulders. He was totally blown away by the things he felt – things he couldn't name because he had never know them before.

"You okay, baby?" Stacey asked softly, concerned at his silence. Surely he wasn't regretting it already!

Lifting his head, he kissed her tenderly. "Okay doesn't begin to cover it." He eased her feet to the floor, then looked around at the room. Clothes were flung all over the place her delicate pink panties had landed on the lamp next to the table. "I just remembered why we came in here." He began to chuckle. "What a potent little number you are!"

"You know, there's a nice bed here," she suggested.

JC shook his head. "No, you're sleeping where you belong tonight – in my bed."