chapter eight

It’s a job, it’s a job, it’s a job.

I keep telling myself that, but it is not an easy task. He was so close to me yesterday I could have tasted him. I can barely breathe around him anymore. Justin Timberlake, Princy, The World Class Ass is not so much of an ass to me anymore. And it’s scary. I don’t want to be close to him. I don’t know how to be close to someone.

We arrived in Colorado around two a.m. and Justin does his show tomorrow. I venture off the bus with a winter coat. The thyroid medication is really helping so I can actually stand being outside in the cold. I walk over to the swing set in the park across the street from the venue. There must be six inches of snow on the ground and I brush of the swing, sitting in it and twirling around on it.

A sudden push from behind sends me flying through the crisp air. I turn around to look and Justin catches me as I come swinging back to him.

“Hi.” He looks down at me and smiles.

“Hey.” He gives me a small push again.

Justin sits down next to me, “What are you doing here?”

“I was remembering when I was little and I used to go to the playground where I used to live. I would pretend I could fly and all my problems would disappear.” I twist around in the swing and then twist back.

“Is that what you wanted to be when you grew up, a pilot?”

“No, I wanted to be a photographer.”

“You would have been good at it. You could be one of those photographers that take pictures of naked people and call it art.”

I giggle, picking up some snow and throw it at his feet. Before I can move, he chucks a snowball at my side. I turn to look at him and he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Oh, that’s it Timberlake, your in for it now.” I pick up a snowball and hit his back as he runs. Justin bends down and packs a lot of snow into one big ball and I run back to the bus, hiding behind it. I see him run towards the bus and I duck down, hiding from him.

“Found you!” Justin pops out from the front of the bus and I run, the snowball coming right past me. I turn around and stick my tongue out at him before throwing a snowball at him, hitting him on the neck. Oops.

He gets a snowball in each hand and I know he will get me before I round the back of the bus. He’s catching up to me as I run and I feel him grab me as we both go down into the snow. Were both laughing hard and he rolls on top of me, “Got you.”

I smile until his lips crash down on me. He opens his eyes to look at me as were forehead to forehead. I lean up in a rash decision and kiss him hard as he puts his hand on my cheek and goes after my lips like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss anyone. Our kisses become more feverish and his tongue makes it’s way into my mouth. Justin picks me up and carries me onto the bus.

He strips my coat off and I unzip his, throwing them on the ground. I’m cold and wet from the snow and Justin takes of my wet shirt, carrying me into the bedroom. He places me on the bed and climbs on top of me, hovering over me. I undo his belt and pull his shirt off, running my hands along his chest. Justin pulls of my jeans, rubbing my legs as he does. I start to shiver as I take of his jeans, feeling the full extent of his hard shaft against me.

“Lift your body up for a minute.” He whispers.

I arch my back and he pulls the covers down and we get underneath them, “Warmer?” His lips are an inch above mine.

“Yes.” I breathe out as his hands go up my side and around to my back.

He takes my bra off and puts his lips against mine, moaning. I pull of his boxers and run my hands down his penis, pumping it as he hardens in my hand. Justin pulls down my panties and removes my hand from his penis. I go to speak but he puts a finger on my lips.

“I’m going to make you feel so good. Just relax.”

Not a chance.

He kisses my throat and moves down my body until he’s in between my breasts, taking the time to massage and suck on each one. The process sent shivers up my spine and I shuddered under him. Justin made his way lower to my naval, leaving a wet kiss and finally arriving at his destination. He spread my legs a little more and kissed my slit before diving inside of me. He rubbed me and tortured my clit, hitting the spot every time. He rubbed my inner thigh with one hand while the other held my body from jerking away from his mouth.

I can feel my walls convulsing and I begin to get dizzy. All of a sudden he stops his attack on me and places a couple of kisses near my center before moving back up my body. I close my eyes as I can hear my own heartbeat. I’m so wet I can barely stand it.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing my sides with his hands.

“Define okay.” I pant as the sensations going on in my body fight for a release.

Justin smiles against my stomach, “You ready for me?”

I manage to nod and he enters me slowly, holding my hands as he does. I have the urge to flip over, trying to turn myself into a safe position. Justin holds my hips down as I try and whispers in my ear, “No, not this time. I promise you have nothing to worry about. I’m going to take care of you.”

I stop fighting him and he begins a nice pace, making me even wetter if that’s possible. His lips brush over mine and he grunts as his thrusts meet my hips. My breasts rub up against his chest and the sensation causes me to grip his back as my nipples harden. Everything he’s doing is turning me on in a way I thought I’d never experience.

Justin picks up the pace and I start moaning his name for a lack of being able to say anything else. All I can feel is him. My hips move faster as well, begging for more of him. He warps my legs around his waist and I push against the wall to keep from whacking into it. Justin looks up to see what I’m doing and immediately picks me up and drags me under the covers all in one fluid motion without ever leaving my body. The man is good.

A wave of pleasure hits and my heart beats faster as my walls contract hard around him. I gasp for air and he covers my mouth with his own as I emit nonsensical words from my throat as an actual orgasm takes over and I shake from its effect on me. Justin thrusts a few more times before he too gives way to pleasure, collapsing on top of me.

He pushes my hair back from my face and wraps his arms around me, kissing my shoulder.

“Satisfied?” Justin inquires, moving his lips up to under my chin.

“Very. You’ve got talent for a few things huh?”

He laughs and pulls out of me, lying down with me wrapped up in his arms. My body is still on fire as I come down from my high. I intertwine our legs and Justin looks down at my face, “Well, I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I smile and look out the tinted window at the falling snow. I lean up to kiss him and think to myself Merry Christmas to me.

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Justin and I spent the day in bed yesterday except for a concert break. I feel safest I can ever remember feeling and to top it all off, I got the orgasm of the century. Were going to a release party for the Playstation 3 that Justin’s drooling over, so I pick out the famous little black dress with some red pumps.

I get into the limo and wait for Justin to join me. The door opens and he gets in.

“You ready to see the most spectacular gameing of your life?” He says, kissing me and leaning back in the seat.

“Oh yeah, it’s a dream come true.” I shake my head at his comment.

“Well after the party I could play you…” Justin puts his hand on my thigh and rubs his fingers over the hem of the dress.

“Only if you can find the time to pull yourself away from your one true love.” I bite my lip to keep from smiling as he pulls me on top of him.

“You, my dear, are going to get it later.” He rubs his nose against mine and kisses the tip of it as we pull up to the party.

I get off him and the door opens. Justin holds my hand and cameras start going off. He doesn’t stop to talk to anyone, instead making a beeline for the door. I’m escorted inside and am greeted by celebrities and huge TVs showing the games being played. I feel out of place and try to pull away until I can get my bearings, but Justin squeezes my hand and refuses to let it go. Timbaland comes up to Justin and starts talking to him about the album until he notices me, “This must be the famous Summer Justin is always talking about.”

“That’s me.” I shake his hand and can’t help but notice the amount of diamonds covering this guy.

“You’re with a musical genius. This guy can make a hit out of anything.” Timbaland laughs with Justin.

“I don’t know about that. I will say it helps when you have the right beats.” He says, giving Timbaland a number to call to set up for a music video for one of the singles.

“I’m going to grab a drink, would you like anything?”

“Red wine would be great, thanks.”

Justin walks away and I watch the monitors. Suddenly, someone taps me on the shoulder. A blonde about 5’3 and possibly wearing one of the shortest skirts I’ve ever seen. “You with Justin?”

I give her a funny look, “Yes. Why?”

“You’re Summer?”

“Yes…” I’m trying to figure out where this conversation is going when Justin gets back with our drinks.

“Jenna? What are you doing here?” Justin asks, handing me my drink.

Then it all makes sense.

“I was invited.” She says, getting right up close to him, ignoring the fact that I’m even here.

“Did you sleep with the doorman?”

I choke on my drink and she turns to look at me with disgust before turning back to Justin.

“I see you got another girl. What number is she? Fifteen this week?”

Justin wraps his arm around me and kisses my head, “This is my girlfriend Summer.”

“I know. I read the tabloids occasionally. The magazines have you pegged for world’s cutest couple. But I know you Justin, she’ll be gone soon and you’ll be looking for your next piece of ass. Here’s my cell and hotel number in case you get bored later.”

She flips her hair as she spins on her heels and walks away.

“Charming. I see why you stayed with her for so long.” I joke, but the color is gone from Justin’s face. He’s twirling the drink in his glass and tries to smile at me, but it’s not working well.

“You want to leave?”

“Yeah, I’m ready to go.” He puts both our drinks on the table and we exit the party.

The doorman hands us the Playstation 3, but Justin seems caught up in something else. Or should I say someone else. We got in the car and were dropped back off at the hotel and went to our room. Justin heads to the bathroom and I wait on the bed.

I should have known. Never get attached, especially when there are ex’s in the picture.

Justin comes out of the bathroom and sits on the bed next to me, “Well, that was fun.” He says sarcastically.

I raise my eyebrows and nod. He goes to pull me closer to him and I freeze up which he notices immediately.

“I thought we were past the whole “putting your guard up” thing?”

“What about tonight?” I inquire.

“What about tonight?”

“You and Jenna. You see her and you don’t even speak to me the whole car ride and that’s fine, it doesn’t impact our deal, but don’t act like I’m your…. I’m… You know.”

“My what?” He smiles.

I sigh in sheer frustration over this whole conversation, “I’m not your anything. I’m a public relations answer to your career. I just don’t want to get all mushy when I’m here for publicity and sex only.”

Be strong, don’t let him get in your head. It’s a job, get a grip on yourself.

He pulls my legs towards him, “First, I was just surprised to see Jenna, which quickly turned to anger. I’m still mad at her, I’ll admit that, but it’s not because I have feelings for her. Second, your not here anymore for just sex and publicity. You’re here because I want you here.”

I try to push back with my legs away from him on the bed, but he grabs them and pulls me up so I’m sitting on his lap.

“I will say, you got a quite a few things up on Jenna. Like these legs for instance, some of the longest I’ve ever seen.”

I don’t look at him, instead focusing on the wall behind him, but he takes my chin and forces me to face him.

“And that smile, you light up a room when you smile. How about your eyes? They are so magnetic and blue that it was the first thing I noticed when I met you.”

He pushes me back on the bed, “And your stomach has these little abs that are so hot you just want to take a bite.”

Justin unzips my dress and pulls it over my head, “And then there’s my favorite. Your breasts. They are the nicest set of C’s I’ve ever seen. They fit just perfectly in the palm of my hands.”

I feel my cheeks burn, “Alright, I get it. You can stop now.”

He licks his lips, “No, I don’t think I will.”

He grabs me and I go under the covers with him, never to be heard from that night. Well, maybe with the exception of a few headboard smacks against the wall, but that’s all relative.

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