Facing JC

Sarah dreaded going the party thrown for all involved in the movie, but she couldn’t think of a graceful way to get out of it. She knew JC would be there. Even though she hadn’t seen him in the weeks she had told him to leave, a constant stream of flowers, sweet little gifts, notes, and even a song he said he’d written for her, had made him a large presence in her life. Tonight, she hoped to put an end to that.

If she were truthful, she didn’t want to be rid of JC. No one had ever pursued her with such zeal and romance – and she’d never had a more giving, respectful lover. He seemed to be convinced they were meant to be a couple. What he didn’t seem to understand was she was not right for him – the worlds they lived in were just too far apart. He lived in a world of youth and beginnings. Her world was much more settled and in middle life. Her fan base was the over 20 crowd – his was generally teenaged girls or younger. And how would those girls feel about their idol, the one plastered on their bedroom walls, seeing a woman their mother’s age? They would probably feel betrayed.

JC had to be made to see he could not be a part of Sarah Chase’s world. So tonight, she was playing her vixen Sarah Chase persona to the hilt. The tight, sexy black dress she wore was off the shoulder and barely covered what needed to be covered. Stiletto heels helped with the look as did the scarlet lipstick. She added dangling diamond and silver earrings. With one more look in the mirror, she pronounced herself the epitome of wicked.

JC hadn’t wanted to bring a date. If he had, Sarah would say she didn’t poach. So, he had asked Joey to accompany him. At least, if the night went badly, his friend could make a few more Hollywood contacts.

“Now, there’s sin walking,” Joey muttered.

“Huh?” JC hadn’t been paying attention.

“That man-eater over there.” Joey nodded towards one of the entrances.

JC turned to see who thought Joey was “sin” – and saw Sarah. My God, she was making every man in the place drool! “Sarah,” JC whispered.

“That is your little Sarah? Joey was incredulous. “I think sweet, vulnerable, and misunderstood are not the words I’d used to describe that hottie.” He repeated the words JC had to portray the woman he’d fallen hard for. “She knows exactly what she’s doing. Sexy, wicked, and whoa are better words for her.”

JC shook his head. That was probably what she wanted everyone present, including him, to think. “She isn’t really like that. That’s just the way she acts to keep people from getting close.”

“I could get plenty close to that,” Joey snorted.

“But not to her heart.”

Sarah felt JC’s eyes the moment he spotted her. His disappointment at her appearance was almost a living force aimed right at her. And dammit! He made her feel guilty for betraying his ideal of her. But still she forced herself to flirt and chat up every man who approached her. All the while, the mantle of JC’s gaze grew heavier and heavier. This had to stop!

“Excuse me,” Sarah said as she parted from her current group of admirers. She decided to confront JC and get the hell out of there.

JC watched as Sarah approached him, hips swaying and a naughty smile on her painted lips. And like every other man in the room, his blood rushed south of his brain.

“Hello, JC” Sarah said in a sexy, husky voice when she stopped directly in front of him.

“Hey, Sarah.” All he could do was look at her and remember.

“Who’s your friend?”

“Uh – Joey. Sarah Chase. Joey Fatone.”

“Hello, Joey,” she purred and offered her hand.

“’C’s told me a lot about you,” Joey said, briefly taking her offered and quickly releasing it. The woman was potent, no doubt about that. The woman was practically an engraved invitation to hell!

“I hope you don’t believe all of it.”

“Now, I don’t believe any of it,” Joey muttered. This was not at all the way JC envisioned this Sarah.

Sarah pouted prettily. “Was it all bad?”

“None of it, baby,” JC murmured.

“Can I borrow JC a minute, Joey?” she asked, slipping an arm through JC’s.

“I’m sure it’s exactly what he wants,” Joey replied as the couple moved away from him.

Sarah steered JC away from the rooms filled with people and found a secluded den. When the door closed, she rounded on him. “Will you stop pestering me?”

“Me? I didn’t come up to you – and I didn’t lead you to a room away from everyone else,” he pointed out.

Sarah frowned, realizing that was precisely what she had done. “Damn!”

JC smiled and stepped closely behind her. “Miss me, Sarah?” he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver. “Miss me holding you? Miss my face across the dinner table?” If she could use sex to get what she wanted, so could he. One hand moved to cup one of her breasts. Through the fabric of her dress, his thumb found the nipple and stroked it repeatedly until it hardened. “Miss my mouth there, baby?”

Sarah could only whimper. She was not used to being the seductee. He was neatly turning the tables on her.

His other hand traveled down to the hem of her dress, as brief as it was, she had worn no stocking or hose with it. His fingers easily found the crotch of her silk panties, and stroked her intimately. “Miss my body in yours? Filling you, such a tight, hot fit…” he purred.

She sagged back against him, defeated, enjoying his touch. “What do you want from me?”

“Just you, sweet Sarah.” Unerringly, his mouth found the vulnerable place on her neck and sucked it.

“Ah!”

He grazed her neck with his teeth.

“This isn’t right for you, JC. Can’t you see that?”

“You’re right for me, Sarah.”

“You’re the one who’ll be hurt. My reputation won’t be damaged – it may even make my stock go up. Your reputation is the one that will be damaged.”

“You let me worry about that, Sarah. I’m a big boy. I can handle everything but not being with you.”

“How can you be so sure about this?” she whispered. “You want an affair?”

JC’s jaw tightened involuntarily. She still wasn’t giving up the sex angle. “A love affair.”

At the word ‘love’, she stiffened. “JC—“

Her protest was short lived when one finger slipped beneath the panel of her panties to find her wet center. He rubbed her little pleasure package. “Did you drive?”

Sarah could barely think for what he was doing to her. “I – umm –no.”

JC continued his assault. “Did you come with anyone?”

Him – if didn’t stop soon! “No.”

“One more question. You want me to finish you off now, before we leave the room – or wait until we’re alone?”

Every nerve in her body sizzled for completion! “I—uh – No, I’ll wait.”

JC smiled as he removed his hand and smoothed her skirt into place. He took her hand and led her from the room.

He found Joey talking to a buxom blonde. “Can you find a way home?” he asked his friend.

Joey frowned at JC’s hand wrapped firmly around Sarah’s. “Just a minute, ladies.” He pulled JC to one side. “You know what you’re doin’, ‘C?” he whispered urgently. “She’s kicked you out before.”

“I need this chance with her,” JC stated firmly.

“She’ll chew you up into tiny pieces and spit you out.”

“It’s my risk to take.”

“Guess I’ll supply the glue to put you back together,” Joey mumbled. “Yeah, I’ll find a way home.”

“Thanks, man.” JC reclaimed Sarah’s hand and escorted her out to his car. “I can’t wait any longer to taste you,” he muttered huskily as he backed her up against the passenger door. His mouth came down on hers, unexpectedly gentle.

Sarah moaned as she opened for him, her hands sliding into his silky hair. He was so tender; it made her want to cry. When he finished with her mouth, she could finally breathe again. “JC—“

Oh, baby, I’ve missed you so bad.” He pressed his mouth in her hair. “The taste, the feel, the smell of you haunts me.”

“JC, we really shouldn’t be doing this—“

“I’m not above taking you right here and now, Sarah,” he warned his eyes going from dreamy blue to cold steel.

“Would you stop pursuing me then?” she asked hopefully. She wasn’t beyond doing it out in the open if would gain her freedom from his gently cast spell.

“No.” He gave her sexy, sly grin. “But it would make you easier to handle in the short run. You get all soft and sweet after I pleasure you.”

Pushing him away, she climbed into his jeep and waited for him to slide beneath the steering wheel. He maneuvered slickly through the fancy cars and limousines and headed for the open street.

“You’re going the wrong way,” she told him when he headed in the opposite direction of her house.

“No, I’m not.”

“My house is the other way.”

“My house is this way.”

“But I have no clothes—“

JC snorted. “You won’t be needing any. And I might remind you the only thing I had to wear at your house was a universal robe.”

Sarah was being kidnapped by a wonderful lover for what promised to be at least one night of fabulous sex – what was she fighting for? She reached over to run a light fingertip along the shell of his ear, feeling him quiver. “Got a robe for me?”

“Not in you size. Guess you’ll have to borrow a shirt.”

At a stoplight, she scooted next to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. She had to stop when she reached the waistband of his slacks, then she ran her hand over his chest and abs.

“Baby, I’m gonna lose it in my shorts, you keep that up,” he grumbled between gritted teeth as the light turned green.

“That’d still leave once for me,” she teased. Amazingly enough, JC could stay rock hard after one orgasm. She had to chalk it up to youthful enthusiasm.

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He nibbled at her fingertips. “Behave yourself a little longer, Sarah. You’ll be rewarded for your patience – I promise.”

Lifting her head, she nipped at his ear. “Only a little while, JC,” she whispered, her warm breath making him shiver. “Then I plan on being so bad, I’ll make you feel real good.”