“Was that breakfast?” JC asked as he stepped out of the bathroom. He had wrapped himself in another robe. For the first time in weeks he felt relaxed and content. He had James with him.

“No, wrong door.” she lied. She was lounging back on the pillows looking like an invitation. “Come here, Joshua.”

He readily climbed on to the bed beside her. “Have I told you how much it means to me to have you here?” he asked, eyes sparkling.

She slid a hand inside his robe to caress his chest. “Mmm...I don’t think so.”

“It’s awesome, baby.” He brushed his lips over hers. “I feel I can have a life.”

“I wish I knew who was doing this to you.” And that was no lie. She stroked his damp hair tenderly.

He turned his head to press a kiss on the delicate flesh of her inner wrist. “I’ll keep you safe, James,” he promised. He would do anything the security people asked to protect James.

It was ironic. He wanted to protect her when she had been hired to guard him.

She urged his head down. “I’m sure you will.”

JC didn’t resist her kiss. He craved it. He felt her hand leave his head only to join her other hand on his chest. She spread his robe wide as she caressed the warm flesh. Then her mouth left his to press kisses along his breastbone and lower her sweet tongue teased his flat nipples. “James,” he groaned as the sash on the robe gave way and she moved lower.

She first took him in her hand and stroked him firmly. He melted back onto the pillows, willing to let her work her spell on him. She teased the purple head of his manhood with her tongue and she gently squeezed his sacs. Flitting her tongue up and down his solid length, she took extra care to caress the sensitive underside.

“Baby…damn, that’s great...” he murmured when her hot little mouth closed over him.

She worked her mouth up and down, sucking and licking, pleasuring him. It wasn’t too long before she felt him twitch, signaling his release. She quickened her pace and sucked stronger.

JC held the dark head that was giving him so much selfish pleasure. “James!” he moaned as he bucked up once and jetted into her sweet mouth.

He lay limp for several moments though he felt her move to rest next to him. Opening his eyes, he found her peering at him with great interest. “What?”

“Oh, nothing...”

“Nothing?”

There was a sharp rap on the door. “Room service!” James recognized the voice of her partner. What perfect timing!

“Breakfast!” she announced.

“Joshua, how long are we staying here?” James asked after they had shared breakfast.

JC shrugged as he rose from the table. “I guess we could move the party to my house.”

The hotel was a much better controlled environment to her way of thinking, not so many rooms to patrol. “I was only asking because we are out of condoms and I can scarcely walk around in daylight in the outfit I wore last night.”

He grinned at her. “I’m fond of what you wore last night.”

She rolled her eyes. “You would be.”

“As far as I’m concerned that scrap of leather you call a skirt should be bronzed in Club Hall of Fame.”

“Only because you got your hand under it,” she taunted as she got to her feet and went to where he was staring out the wide window overlooking downtown Orlando.

His eyes had grown moody and sad. “Somewhere out there is a person who wants to control my life. Hell, she is controlling my life.”

With her arm around his waist, she urged him away from the window. If the person could use a gun, he might as well be wearing a bull’s-eye. “It’ll be okay, baby. You’ll see.”

“I leave for New York in three days,” he told her. “Ready for the whirlwind?”

“Umm...not if I don’t have a suitcase and clothes.”

He nodded. “I suppose not – or I could buy you a whole new wardrobe.”

“Stop right there, buddy,” she said firmly. “I am coming with you, but you are not to start buying me things.”

“I can afford it,” he argued.

“Joshua, I will not be bought. This isn’t easy for me.”

“But there will be times when you need something for an event. That shouldn’t come out of your pocket. You’d be doing it for me,” he insisted.

Already this was getting messy...

James took his hands in hers. “I want to be with you. Don’t make it impossible by making me feel like I’m being paid for services rendered.”

“Never!”

“Then let’s drop this, okay?”

She didn’t want ‘things’ from him; that made him incredibly happy. “Okay.”

“Now, I am gonna get out of here and pack some clothes,” she announced as she shed her robe.

God, she was beautiful! Breath stuck in his lungs. “You’ll be back?” he demanded anxiously.

“Of course, silly, and I’ll bring us a fresh box of condoms!”

James crept quietly into the room and set down her bags. She hung the “do not disturb” tag on the door – her signal she was with JC. She would just have to convince JC not to order from room service the rest of their stay. Of course, he was easily played. Loneliness had made him all too vulnerable. She could have just as easily been his cunning stalker.

She found him asleep in the middle of the big bed, not wearing a darn thing if she didn’t miss her guess. Well, hadn’t he told her all he was going to allow them to wear were their robes? Pulling the box of condoms from her purse, she unwrapped the cellophane and set it on the nightstand. She then kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

JC woke from his dream of James to the reality of James. He gave her a sleepy, pleased smile. “You’re back.”

“I told you I would be.”

“Yeah, you did.”

Tugging the comforter down, she straddled his middle.

He ran his hands up her blue-jean clad thighs. “Clothes,” he grumbled, frowning.

“Yes, I actually have garments that pass as clothes,” she teased.

He tugged on her tee-shirt. “Don’t like it.”

“Oh, okay.” Grasping the hem of the shirt, she whipped it over her head and sent it sailing.

JC grinned. He liked this game of strip tease! He eyed her lacy bra cupping her breasts. “I don’t like that either,” he told her solemnly.

Rolling her eyes, she muttered, “Picky....picky...” She reached back to unfasten it. She sent it in the same general direction as her shirt.

He sighed dreamily as her beautiful breasts bounced before his eyes. “Those are gorgeous. Perfect. They belong in the Tit Hall of Fame.”

James laughed. “Thank you...I think.”

“No, I mean it, baby. They make my hands itch to touch them and my mouth water...” He reached to cup each breast and squeeze them tenderly. With his fingers he made delicate spirals from the areolas to the nipples, then gently pinched the rosy peaks. Putting his hands on her back, he urged her forward. His tongue traced the same pattern his fingers had. Finishing, he swirled his tongue around the hard nubs before sucking hungrily.

James gasped and moaned at his sure touch. She buried her hands in his dark waves to urge him on. “Joshua...”

“Lose the rest.” he commanded huskily when he lifted his mouth from her flesh.

She stood up on the mattress with the help of the headboard. Her legs weren’t quite as steady as when she had come to the bed. With trembling fingers she unfastened her jeans. His hands were there to tug jeans and panties passed her hips and lower. He didn’t avoid contact with flesh on the way down either!

“Left.” He freed her left foot. “Right.” Those articles of clothing hit the floor. God, she was beautiful! JC moved his hands up her sleek, toned legs. She was athletic if he had to guess. His hands cupped her rounded buttocks – as perfect as her breasts. “T and A Hall of Fame,” he corrected himself.

James’ smile was shaky. She wanted him so badly. She’d crumple if he didn’t stop touching her... “Ah!” She cried when one long finger stroked her nether lips. Standing over his shoulders as she was, she was open to his inspection.

She was wet and swollen for him, he noted. “Bring that here,” he commanded huskily.

“Wha...?” she was shocked and dazed.

“I want a taste of you.”

“Joshua?”

His hands guided her to kneel above him. JC lifted his head to take what he wanted. He didn’t even pretend he wasn’t going in for the kill. He had James exactly where he wanted her for the moment – mesmerized, caught in his sensual web. He had a feeling that didn’t happen with her much. Only with him. He had power over a beautiful, sexy woman like James. He was drunk with the power! He placed delicate kisses along those dewy petals until her shy jewel presented itself.

“Oh, God!” she gasped when his tongue twirled around it. One hand gripped the headboard while the other held his head.

With the tip of his tongue he licked the little nubbin from bottom to top, elongating it, coaxing it fully from its hood. He did this several times until he was convinced it was fully revealed to him. Then he set his lips around it and sucked. Her sobs of delight was his reward. He alternated with gentle sucks and the swirling of his tongue until he felt her body tighten. His lips nibbled and ever so tenderly his teeth tugged.

“Josh-ooh-ah!” James fell over the edge of the highest peak of her life. Her body shuddered as the white-heated rapture stole the breath from her lungs, scorching her.

Thirstily he drank his reward as she mewled and gasped above him.

Momentarily, she rested her head against the headboard, trying to recover a steadier heartbeat. What was it about this particular man? Why did he have the power to make her a mindless, sensual creature? She wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him the rest of her life! He was addictive.

Shifting her and maneuvering his body, JC sat up, dislodging her head from its resting place to his shoulder. “You okay?” he asked quietly once she was astride his legs.

She shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ‘okay’ again.” He had totally blown her away!

He held her close, waiting for the last of the aftershocks to stop coursing through her.

James finally lifted her head and gave him a small smile. “Wow!”

He smiled back. “Glad you liked it.”

Snorting inelegantly, she retorted, “Like is a mighty lame word.”

JC chuckled and smoothed her hair tenderly.

“You realize I’ll have to exact my revenge later.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he assured her.

“This is how you keep your women, right? You turn them into sex addicts.”

“No, baby.” He kissed her softly. “There really haven’t been all that many. It’s you.” He dropped his eyes humbly.

“It wasn’t my talented mouth making me crazy.” Chucking him gently under the chin, she lifted his gaze back to hers. “Joshua, any girl would be lucky to have you as a lover.” Who had hurt him? All sort of protective instincts welled in her.

“Not just any girl, James. I’m your lover.”

For how long? “And I am one helluva lucky girl.”

His smile was almost shy. “I’m a helluva lucky guy.”

“Okay, we’re agreed on that.” she coaxed a large smile from him. “Now, I bought the biggest damn box of condoms I could find.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Think we can put a dent in it before we leave?”

JC rolled so they lay stretched out, James beneath him. “We’ll empty it.”

James ached. As athletic and active as she was, she was not used to bedroom romps. Especially when God had been particularly generous when passing out her lover’s manly endowments. Making love used muscles she had forgotten existed. She sunk deeper into the scented bubbles of her bath. Worn out for the moment, JC slept peacefully in the next room

What a contradiction he was. Wickedly skillful as a lover, he was almost surprised at her praise. That was some other bitch’s doing, no doubt. Here he was a famous popstar with women throwing themselves at him on a regular basis and he claimed ‘not all that many’ had passed beneath him. Well, that jived with part of his dossier. It stated he preferred being in relationships as opposed to playing the field. It said he was fairly shy and serious. When he had taken her right there on the dance floor, she thought someone screwed up the information. But she’d caught a glimpse of that man today. The Joshua she knew was appreciative and tender – and so very lonely.

Closing her eyes, she gave the back of her head an unkind thwack against the tub. What in holy hell was she doing? She was supposed to be guarding him, setting up surveillance – not falling into bed with him. And the things he did to her sent every coherent thought in her head into the stratosphere! Nowhere in all the compiled information about one Joshua Scott Chasez did it state he was disarming, guileless man/boy who could do wicked things with his mouth and hands – oh, and that lean, hard body of his – that turned an intelligent woman into a puddle of brainless goo!

She thumped her head again, trying to rattle some gray matter to the fore.

“Ouch, baby!” JC stepped into the bathroom in time to see James abusing her beautiful head.

Her eyes flew open at the sound of his voice. Damn, he was wearing his robe! She was beginning to like him better naked…Oh, God, she had to get a grip!

He reached for one of the folded towels on the rack and slid it beneath her head as a pillow.

“Thanks,” she acknowledged grudgingly.

He knelt beside the tub. “I hurt you, didn’t I?” He asked solemnly. She had piled her lustrous hair atop her head. One errant strand…he couldn’t resist tucking it behind her ear.

“Not hurt, baby. I’m a little sore, that’s all.”

“I’m usually not like this, James. I mean, yeah, sex, but not all the time like this.”

“Have you heard me complain?”

No, in fact, she seemed more than ready to inflame him at a moment’s notice. Placing a hand on the knee peaking out of the water, he replied, “Not yet.”

“I am hardly a shrinking violet. I’ll let you know when your advances aren’t welcome.”

“I’d appreciate that. I don’t want you to think I’m some sex fiend...”

“Oh, I’m likin’ my sex fiend just fine,” she teased.

He smiled broadly. “Good. You made him.”

She loved his big sweet smiles. They warmed cold places in her heart... Whoa! Where had that mushy thought come from? ‘No,’ she told herself firmly, ‘you cannot fall for this man!’ The soft little voice in her heart whispered, ‘Too late. You are already in love.’ No! Love as dangerous. Love led to mistakes. Love—

“James?” JC wondered at her sudden frown.

Her smile was unsure. “Wool gathering.”

“I could give you a massage when you get out,” he offered, still trying to find a way to soothe her.

“I have a better idea. Know any really good Italian restaurants that deliver?”

“A couple. If you pay enough, you can get anyone to deliver.”

“I am in the mood for spaghetti and meatballs. Maybe a good Chianti.”

His smile was back. “I know just the place.”

No ordering from room service required!

JC leaned forward. They melted into a lingering sweet kiss. It was all about tasting each other and sharing breath – and nothing about lust. When he lifted his head, he found her dark eyes dazed and glowing warmly. “I’ll go call in our order.”

Once he left the room, James banged her head some more. With the towel to cushion the blows, common sense did not reassert itself.