"James, I don't know if this outfit is nice enough," Breanne called out from the bedroom, the hesitation evident in her voice.
"Sweetheart, I am sure you look incredible as always. Now let me see," he reassured her as he buttoned up his shirt. When he finally heard the click of the door opening, he looked over at Breanne.
"Well?" she asked, her hands smoothing over her stomach as she looked at him with a worried expression. She stood there before him in a white lacy dress which stopped just above her knee and showed off the curve of her back. When he didn't say anything, she added, "James?"
"...God, you're beautiful," he finally got out, unable to take his eyes off of her. She immediately flashed her brilliant smile, and walked over to him. Grabbing her waist, he kissed her deeply, and when he pulled back he asked, "How did I get so lucky?"
Breanne flushed a lovely pink at this. "I'm the lucky one, here," she quietly commented as she fixed his collar. "Do I look okay?"
Gently grasping her chin, he reassured her, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." When she smiled at this, he smiled back, and once more kissed her. "Are you ready?"
She nodded. "Just let me put on some lipstick, and we can go," she replied, and made her way into the bathroom. After a few moments she walked right back out, and linking her arm with his they made their way out of the room.
"Are you wearing a new perfume?" he asked once they were in the elevator.
She looked up at him. "Yeah, it's one I found the other day. Oh god, does it stink on me?"
Shaking his head, James leaned down and pressed his face into her neck, sniffing her skin. "You smell absolutely delicious," he quietly commented.
Breanne giggled when he started nuzzling her, her reaction making him grin once he pulled back. "Well I'm glad I have your approval," she replied, making him give a small chuckle.
The two of them swiftly made their way out of the hotel and into the waiting limousine, where they finally made their way to the charity event. Looking over at Breanne, James could feel her trembling, and placed an arm around her shoulders in a comforting gesture. "Are you okay?" he asked, softly caressing her shoulder.
She looked over at him. "I guess I'm just a little nervous," she admitted, leaning into him.
"What has you so nervous?"
"I'm honestly not sure. I've done stuff like this with the bands I worked with. I guess...I'm just worried about the public's impression of me."
James kissed her temple. "Sweetheart, everyone is going to love you. Just be your normal sweet self," he said in a comforting manner.
She hesitated, before asking quietly, "Are you sure you want to be seen at this with me? I know I'm...a little different looking. The last thing i want is to hurt your career in any way, shape or form."
"Bree, I wouldn't want to go with anyone else. I'll be the luckiest guy there to have you as my date." She smiled softly at this, and leaned up to kiss him. When she felt the limousine slowing down, she looked out the window and saw they were at their destination, the size of the crowd making her stomach churn. "Are you ready?" He asked, and taking a deep breath she nodded. The driver walked around to open the door, and James smoothly slid out. Turning, he held his hand out to Breanne, and once more taking a deep breath she accepted his hand as she also exited the limousine.
Immediately, the crowd cheered for James, and a mass of flashing camera lights temporarily blinded her. Holding tightly to his hand, Breanne walked alongside James, the occasional squeeze of reassurance he gave helping calm her nerves. James stopped at a couple of interviewers, politely answering the questions they asked. Breanne simply stood back and watched him interact with everyone, amazed by how put together he seemed the entire time.
After what felt like forever, they were finally inside and at the table they would be sitting at. Being a gentleman, he pulled a chair out for her, and pushed her up to the table before sitting next to her. Thanking him, Breanne smiled over at him, and discreetly reached beneath the table to take his hand in hers. James softly caressed her hand with his thumb as he flashed her a smile in return, when another couple suddenly joined them at the table.
"Craig, you made it," James commented as he watched them sit. "I thought you had a flight?"
"It was delayed until tomorrow, so I figured since I'm still in town anyway I'd come by at least for a little bit," Craig replied, when his gaze went to Breanne. "Who's your friend, James?"
"Well...she happens to be my girlfriend. I'd like to introduce you to Breanne. Bree, this is Craig and Camille, a couple of past coworkers of mine. They're wonderful people," James introduced them, affectionately giving her arm a quick stroke when he glanced at her.
Breanne smiled back at him, and brought her gaze to the other two. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," she commented, politely shaking their hands.
"Likewise. How am I just now finding out about this? What the hell, James?" Craig stated with a laugh.
James gave a small chuckle. "I didn't want to announce anything right away, I'm not sure if we have even told anyone," he replied, and when he looked at Breanne she answered with a shake of her head.
"Well I'm going to assume by your accent you are not from around here."
Breanne grinned. "No sir, I'm from Louisiana."
"Ah, a southern belle. Tell me, how did the two of you meet?"
"We met at Annie's wedding," James informed him.
"How do you know Annie?" Craig asked, his question aimed at Breanne.
"Well I consider both her and her husband close friends, but I knew him first," Breanne explained.
"So...are you closer to Annette's age, then?" Craig asked, hesitation in his voice.
Breanne knew this would be brought up. "Yes, I am two years older than Annette."
A look of surprise flashed over Craig's face. "Well I'm happy for you both," he replied with a smile, dropping the subject. "Breanne, tell me more about yourself."
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As the limousine slowed to a stop, James looked down at Breanne and smiled when he saw she was sound asleep. Kissing her hair, he gently shook her, and it was not long before she finally stirred. "Tired?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No," she replied, stifling a yawn as she did so.
He chuckled at this, and exiting the vehicle he helped her out as well before placing an arm around her shoulders to lead her inside. "Did you have fun?" he asked once they were in the elevator.
"I had a wonderful time," she reassured him, looking up at him with a smile.
Softly touching her cheek, he commented, "Thank you for accompanying me to this."
"James, I wouldn't have told you no."
"I know, but I want you to keep as much of your privacy as possible. I don't want you to feel obligated to go to these things if you don't want to be in front of cameras and the public eye."
Kissing his cheek, she reassured him, "I am so proud to be your partner, I want the world to know. I have nothing to hide, so I don't care about those things. All I care about is being with you."
He simply smiled at this, and kissed her softly before the two of them exited the elevator and entered their suite. Once behind a locked door, Breanne toed off her high heels before making her way into the bathroom. She had removed her jewelry, and was working on wiping off her makeup when she felt strong hands on her shoulders, and smiled when soft lips kissed her neck. James' hands slid down her arms and around to the front of her to caress her tummy. "Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?" He murmured in her ear, giving her earlobe a light nibble.
She grinned at this. "Perhaps a time or two,"'she replied, shivering when he sucked on the pulse point just below her ear. When he pulled away, she glanced back at him, and when he grabbed her hand she allowed him to lead her into the bedroom.
He turned her to face away from him once more, and with a gentle touch pushed her hair over her shoulder before undoing her dress. Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, he gently undid the back of the dress and slipped his hands beneath the straps of the garment, slowly pushing them down her arms and making it pool at her feet. He then ran his hands along her back, caressing her soft skin anywhere he could. As he gazed at her from behind, he admired how her plump ass looked in her lacy panties, before once more turning her around to face him. Sliding her arms up around his neck, he pulled her flush to him and kissed her thoroughly, leaving her with weak knees and a spinning head.
"Make love to me, James," she sighed against him, her fingers knotting in his collar. Not needing to be told twice, he lifted her with ease and carried her over to the bed, gently placing her on the plush comforter before straightening back up. Breanne watched him intently as he slowly undressed himself, every now and then reaching out to help but only getting her hand lightly pushed away in return. Once he was completely nude, he slid her panties down her legs, and tossed them to the floor before finally joining her on the bed. Moving over her, he once more kissed her as his hand trailed down her body. She gave a soft whimper when his fingertips skimmed over her nether lips, before finding her clit.
"So wet already," he murmured, teasing her slowly.
"You do that to me," she said with a gasp, her nails biting into his biceps. Claiming her lips with his, he slowly eased into her, until his pelvis was flush against hers. Bracing himself up on his elbows, he moved slowly, treating her as if she were the finest China. She scratched his back in a silent plea to move faster, but he simply continued his leisure pace.
"I love you so much," he whispered, stroking her hair back from her face as he watched her.
"I love you too, James," she whispered in return, her hands caressing his back, and leaning up she kissed him softly.
As the two of them fell apart, they clung tightly to each other, crying out for the other as they became overcome with pleasure. They remained wrapped up in each other's arms for a long time, before he finally rolled over and pulled her with him, to where she was draped across him.
"God, you are the best lover I've ever had," she sighed, her comment making him give a low chuckle.
"I can easily say the same of you, sweetheart," he replied, and pressed a kiss to her hair. When he saw the time on the alarm clock by the bed, he added, "Sleep darling, it's been a long day."
Already on the verge of slumber, she simply mumbled her agreement, and gave a heavy sigh before finally giving in to her exhaustion. When James heard her breathing grow slow and steady, it was not long before he too fell asleep.