The Seduction of James

She was the sexist woman he had ever seen. It wasn’t her beauty – he’d seen more beautiful women. It wasn’t her clothes – she revealed a lot of flesh, but she could have worn less. It wasn’t just the way she danced – he’d seen some of the best grind the night away. It was the whole package: looks, clothes, movement and attitude. The attitude that said, “I know you want me.”

And JC did.

He’d seen her around before. At parties. At clubs. Everywhere he turned. Was she his stalker? It didn’t seem too likely. She never seemed to pay him any particular attention. If they made eye contact, she acknowledged him, then moved on. Of course, he had no idea what went on in the mind of a stalker...

Her current partner was doing his dead-level best to get his hand up her tiny micro mini skirt. The leather scrap barely covered her delectable butt. The guy didn’t seem to be having a lot of luck – and she was getting irritated. Finally, she shoved him away and headed in JC’s direction.

He’d been watching her all night, James noted. Right now he was leaning against the bar watching her, sizing her up. His hot blue eyes had taken great interest in her. Tonight, JC Chasez was going to get his wish. He was going to meet James.

“Bottle of water,” she announced to the bartender.

“And put it on my tab,” JC told the man.

She saluted him with the bottle. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.”

She hopped upon the stool next to him. “I’m a cheap keeper.”

He smiled. “I doubt that.” The smile faded as he watched her take a long swallow from the bottle. His eyes followed the path the water had to take – her sensuous mouth, down her slim throat, between her perfect breasts at last to her stomach. He was getting hard just thinking of his mouth taking the same journey. But his mouth wouldn’t stop there. It would go further, lower...

The man made love with his eyes! Damn fine talent for a guy who was into clubbing. She wondered how many girls fell for it.

“I’ve seen you around lately...” He began.

She shrugged. “I’ve been trying to get out more.”

“I’m glad.”

They both smiled at that.

The silence grew between them, as did the sexual electricity. Finally, James took the matter in her own hands – literally. Leaving the bar stool, she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. Putting her back to him, she started to grind against him.

He had been right. Definitely a delectable butt. He could feel the sleekness of her, the strength of her well-toned body. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her tighter against him, letting her know exactly what effect she was having on him.

Her answer was to run her hands up and down his thighs as she undulated against him.

“Baby...” he whispered against her temple, his breath hot on her skin. He ran his hands down the sides of her body, skimming the sides of her breasts, her rib cage, her waist, her hips. He continued lower. His fingers moved past the little skirt to her outer thighs. She was surprisingly muscular there. Sliding to the inner faces of her legs, his hands journeyed upward. Briefly he cupped her womanhood through the skirt, pushing her more fully against his growing erection. His fingers traced patterns on her bared midriff, lingering to entice before moving to the bounty of her breasts. Nice. Not too large. Not too small. They fit his hands perfectly. He felt her nipples peak through the flimsy fabric of her baby tee.

James felt sanity slip away. She hadn’t expected this. He was taking her right on the dance floor in plain sight should anyone pay them any attention! His long hands felt so good and so sure. No man had ever aroused her so quickly...One hand wrapped around her chin and lifted her face for his kiss. Mmm ... delicious. Not the rude ‘fuck me’ kiss she had expected. A tender kiss of asking. It was her undoing. James turned in his arms, her head tipped back to invite more kisses.

JC didn’t disappoint. His mouth lingered on hers until she opened fully to him. Her taste was sweet and clean, devoid of liquor or smoke. He caught her helpless whimper on his tongue. Then he left those lips to brush another ‘baby’ against the shell of her ear, making her shiver.

“Please,” James found herself begging for more.

“If you let me,” he murmured against her throat.

He bent slightly and pressed one hard thigh between hers so she rode it – and ride she did. She pushed herself down on him, the rough texture of his jeans only served to heighten her anxiety. Then his hand was there, one finger slipping past the center panel of her thong, it rested against her feminine slit. Rubbing herself against his knuckle, she found herself spiraling towards release. On this crowded dance floor, she was about to....

“Oh, God!” she cried against his shoulder as she quaked.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he assured her as he held her trembling body against him. He felt her spill over his hand. What a hot creature she was!

When she recovered enough to lift her head, she met his eyes. No gloating triumph was found, only a hot plea. “Yes.” She found herself agreeing to anything he wanted.

He’d never make it to his house, even if it had been safe to take her there, and JC knew it. This girl was making him insane. Only a few blocks and he’d be at a hotel who knew him well enough to make check in swift.

Soon he was stepping into a room with a king sized bed with his responsive baby. She liked his mouth; one kiss began as soon as one ended. They shoved at each other’s clothing eager to feel hot flesh.

For a brief moment, sanity reasserted itself and James met his eyes. “Protection. I may be easy, but I’m not stupid.”

JC smiled. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I don’t think you’re easy or stupid.” He pulled out his wallet and placed several square packets on the bedside stand.

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem...” He pulled back the bed covers. He sensed she was about to leave her sensual haze and that wouldn’t do! Going to where she stood, he dropped a soft kiss on her lips. It’s when they used words she slipped away. So he’d use his mouth in other ways.

The clean sheets were smooth and cool against their heated flesh. JC took his time kissing and caressing. He didn’t need to rush her into heavy foreplay. He somehow knew that it was the sweetness that lured her. This was no jaded club girl.

James reveled in his touch. He had her where he wanted her and still he didn’t rush. She wanted to wallow in the sensations of being cherished and worshiped. This guy may think of her as a ‘club fuck’, but he certainly wasn’t treating her that way. He acted as if he was taking a beloved virgin for the first time. Any woman would be lucky to receive this sort of care from a lover.

When he finally left her lips to trail his mouth lower, she was more than ready. He nibbled kisses down her throat, across her shoulders, then moved to her breasts. Round and firm. They were the most beautiful breasts he had seen. He paid homage to them, licking and suckling at their rosy peaks until she was mewling. From there, he moved on to skate his mouth over her sleek midriff and belly. He reached the triangle of dark curls shielding her womanhood. She was wet and swollen, readily opening those feminine petals for his quest.

“Ah!” The surprise of his tongue entering her hot center sent her hips upward.

JC held her thighs as he continued to tenderly torment her. His tongue played and danced around her little jewel until she was begging him. Closing his lips over that sweet pearl, he sucked and stabbed at it with his tongue.

James cried out helplessly. She’d never reached this height of pleasure and didn’t know if she’d survive the jolts electric rapture coursing through her body.

After lapping up her second love cream of the night, he flowed back up her body and sheathed himself. He entered her slowly, finding her hot and tight. With effort, he held himself still until she relaxed and accommodated him. He alternated between a rocking rhythm and deep thrusts. His beautiful baby wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him closer, her hands stroking his back, letting him know she liked the feel of him.

“Your name,” he demanded abruptly, his breath harsh with exertion. “What’s your name?”

Too far gone in the moment, she couldn’t remember her aliases. “James.”

“Joshua,” he offered with a hard kiss. “Ready to come for me, James?”

“Oh, yes!”

He kissed her again and his mouth stayed to smother her cries of rapture as he sent them both flying into a tidal wave of ecstasy. They held on to each other as the world slipped from under their straining bodies and they were left floating in the cosmos.

James lie beneath the man who was a stranger as shreds of sanity drifted back. What had she just done? No man had done those things to her before – certainly not one who had picked her up at a club!

“James...” JC soothed her trembling with gentle hands and tender kisses. “Don’t think too much right now.”

Think too much? She could barely think at all! What had he done to her?

Getting rid of the protection, he moved to her side and retrieved the fluffy comforter to cover their cooling bodies. “It’s all right, baby.” He nuzzled her sweetly. “Just let me hold you.”

So not like her, she did just that. Disarmed and unmasked, she snuggled into his offered embrace and drifted off to sleep.

“James, what have you done to me?” JC asked helplessly of the sleeping woman in his arms.

James woke up with a radiant heat at her back as well as a welcome weight. She lay on her stomach and her bedmate lay half over her with one leg between hers. He was either trying to prevent her escape or protecting her in the event of a ceiling collapse. One of his big hands rested on her hip. For a moment, she let herself enjoy the feel of him, the closeness. Not once had he made her feel like she was a one-night stand, one in a crowd. If she hadn’t been wiser, she would have believed she meant something to him. Something beyond a quickie, club fuck. But that was ridiculous. Men didn’t make love to girls on the dance floor and take them home to Momma – that just didn’t happen. Nothing in his dossier even mentioned a penchant for pick-ups. He must be very discreet for that to slip by surveillance.

She’d messed up royally. She had wanted to get in his inner circle, not his bed! As a one nighter, she would be out of his life tomorrow – and she would have to adopt a new persona and try again. Damn! What had made her give into this outrageous behavior?

His eyes. Clear. Sincere. Lonely. Their blue depths had mesmerized her.

His mouth. He’d had her from the word go, but his kiss had been tender and coaxing until she had asked for more. And he had used that talented mouth in any other number of different ways to give her pleasure.

His body. Lean, hard. His shoulders and arms were muscular and strong. His abs – washboard. She had seen better bodies, but none of those bodies had felt so good against hers in bed. None of them had given her the pleasure his had.

JC woke laying half on top of James. He supposed he hadn’t wanted her to escape him while he slept. Damn, when was the last time he had picked up a girl and slept with her after doing her on the dance floor? Never. He’d never done the things he’d done with James. The moment he touched her, it was different. He wanted to cherish her as well as consume her. He wasn’t used to those sort of immediate feelings. Of course, he had been seeing her often and daydreaming about how good it would be to love her. His daydreams hadn’t matched the reality of the actual thing. She had come to him willingly as if she had been unable to resist. When she expected abrupt, animal desire, she had received tenderness. She had melted, disarmed by his unhurried possession. She had readily matched his passion. He sensed she wasn’t the sort who fell into bed easily. So he had touched something within her as well. But would she stay and let them explore what they had unexpectedly found? Should he even ask?

“You’re awake,” James murmured.

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to get off me so I can breathe?”

JC chuckled. “As long as you promise you won’t take off like a shot.” At her silence, he ran his mouth along her shoulder. “James, promise you won’t run off if I let you up.”

With a sigh, she said, “I promise I won’t run off.”

He lifted off of her and rolled her to her back. He kept one leg wedged between hers as he leaned above her. She was more than merely beautiful. Something illusive...something without a name. Her dark eyes were wary now as she met his gaze. He lowered his head to place a soothing kiss on her tight little mouth. “Relax. I won’t jump you right this minute.”

Damn! Could he read her mind? This didn’t bode well.

“James, if you insist on looking at me like I have two heads, I’ll have to make love to you again – simply to make you stop.”

She laughed then. He was hot and hard against her belly. “You do have two heads.”

He smiled at her renewed good humor. “Concentrate on the one with two eyes right now.” He smoothed her hair in an unexpectedly tender gesture and trailed his fingers down her cheek. “You use that sharp tongue like a weapon, don’t you, baby? To keep people from getting too close.”

The man saw way too much.

“Talk to me, James. Let me learn you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are in my bed, you’re in my life...”

“I’m a club fuck,” she reminded him tartly.

“No, you aren’t, baby,” he challenged softly.

“Then why did you bring me here? It’s a nice hotel, but if you wanted it to mean something, you would have taken me home.”

“I wanted to take you, but I have two very good reasons I didn’t. One – I didn’t think I would have survived the drive. Two – I didn’t want to endanger you.”

She frowned. “Endanger me?”

“I have an obsessed stalker who swears to get rid of all competition. She’s been pretty crazed. I didn’t want her getting wind of any involvement. I didn’t want to leave you out there unprotected.”

James was amazed how open he was about his current ordeal. So it had impacted his life more than he had let on. “Oh.”

His deep blue eyes were sad. “You came along at the wrong time. I need to clear this up.” He shook his head. “I’ve seen you around. Wanted to approach you. But I was afraid for you.” He was caressing her with his eyes again in that way that made her shivery and hot. “Tonight...you were there and I needed you so bad and you were mine without question. I was selfish, James.”

James reached up to run her hands through his long waves. His vulnerability spoke to her as nothing else would, making her equally vulnerable. “I’m sorry, Joshua.”

“I can’t ask you to stay and risk yourself...”

“Yes, you can,” she stated softly.

JC was surprised at her offer.

James made up her mind this would have to be how she could shadow JC Chasez. As his lover, she would have full access to his entire life. It wasn’t the way she would have chosen to do it – but it worked. “I–I’m not a club girl – and I guarantee I have never let anyone stick his hand under my skirt, much less let him get me off right there in public.”

“A first for me, too.”

“So...”

“Are you saying you feel it too?”

“I am saying I want to be with you right now."

“At the risk of becoming a target?” he felt compelled to ask.

“You will discover I am a brave little toaster,” she told him impishly.

Her smile and her assurances lifted a leaden weight from his heart. “I already don’t deserve you,” he told her. “I’ll get you some security.”

He wouldn’t take extra precautions himself, but he would hire someone to protect his girlfriend?

“Why don’t I share yours?”

“Your job...”

“I am between jobs.” It was a blatant lie.

“That works.” His smile turned-little boy happy. “I travel a lot. Do you like flying?”

“I’m going to be a kept woman?”

“Let me keep you, James. Please?”

“This is so unlike me…so sudden...”

“Try it out.”

The man she had been hired to protect was offering her 24/7 access without tipping her hand – could things have been easier? She could only hoped she could keep her edge while maintaining the façade of girlfriend.

“Please, James?”

After some deliberation, she nodded. “I don’t know how good I’ll be at it?”

“I’ll make it work for you.”

That resolved, James decided she wanted to experience his magic one more time. “Now, you asked about flying...were you talking jets – or another kind of flying?” she asked provocatively.

His face hardened with swift desire. “Both.”

“Show me the kind that doesn’t require a flight attendant,” she commanded.