As James woke back up, he was confused by the pitch black atmosphere. Reaching over, he switched on the lamp on the side table, and quickly remembered he had snuck into the room Breanne was occupying. Looking over, he grinned when he saw her face scrunched up in protest to the light suddenly invading the room.

"Why would you think that's a good idea?" She grumbled, glancing up at him with a frown.

Despite her irritation, he found her so damn cute when she was mad, and leaning over he kissed her lips. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep on accident and was unsure where I was at first," he explained, softly stroking her hair. When he saw the time on the alarm clock, he added, "Get some more sleep, I'm going to head upstairs before the other two wake up."

"But I like you being here," she commented, looking up at him with sad eyes.

It took everything in him to stay strong, and not settle back down into the sheets with her. How could he say no to that face? "Do you want to explain us sharing a bed to Annette? Because I sure don't."

Again, Breanne frowned. "Fine, I guess you're right," she replied, once more grumbling. Getting up on her elbow, she grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer for another kiss, her lips fusing with his as the kiss quickly deepened.

James' fingers sank into her soft tresses as he kissed her back willingly, finally forcing himself to pull away. "I'll see you in a few hours," he stated, and sweetly kissed her forehead before tucking her in. He softly rubbed her back as he watched her, taken back for the umpteenth time by how beautiful she was, and once he could tell she was asleep he quietly exited the room. With caution, he made his way up the stairs, and was relieved when he discovered the house still silent. Quickly, he made his way back into his room, settling back down into his bed. What was he doing? He was still getting over his last relationship. The last thing he needed was to start tangling his life with someone new, yet as he fell back asleep he found himself imagining her accompanying him to his next red carpet event...

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Zipping up his suitcase, James glanced around his temporary room, ensuring he had not left anything lying around. Being his last day at Annette's before heading back home to New York, he knew he had an early flight, and wanted to make sure he had as much packed as possible that evening so he could be prepared for his travels. Stepping out of the room, he headed downstairs to the main living space, and immediately noticed how quiet it was. Wandering through the house, James wondered where Breanne could be. With Annette and Phil having left for their honeymoon earlier that day, this left the two of them having the house to themselves, and he wanted to take advantage of them being alone.

Finally, stepping out into the backyard, he found her in the hot tub, her eyes closed and her features completely relaxed. Walking over to her, he made his presence known by brushing a kiss against her temple.

"Hi there," she stated with a smile, not once opening her eyes.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked, and finally she looked at him.

"Taking advantage of this amazing hot tub. Why don't you join me?"

"I didn't bring swimming attire."

"I don't have any out here, either. My birthday suit is working just fine. You should try yours."

He chuckled at her comment. "I'd rather not flash the entire world my ass."

"James, look around. No one can see you." When he looked at her with hesitation, she added with a pout, "Pretty please?"

James looked around, seeing if there could be any spying eyes, and when he was satisfied with the privacy they had he decided to give in to her request. Discreetly, he stripped out of his clothes and put them in a neat pile in a chair before climbing into the hot tub. "Oh god, this is nice," he groaned, sinking down into the hot tub.

"Isn't it, though?" Breanne commented with a sigh, her gaze on the night sky. Looking at him, she added with a shy smile, "You can come sit over here, you know. I don't bite, unless you want me to."

With a smirk, he moved closer to her, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping her up in his arms. For a long moment they sat there in silence, snuggled into each other as they enjoyed the chirp of crickets and the soft summer breeze. Both knew their time together would soon come to an end, and both wondered what would happen once they parted ways. Not wanting to think about if she would see him again once she left, Breanne decided to enjoy the time she was getting with him. Turning her face into him, she started planting warm, wet kisses along his neck, pulling a quiet groan from him when she softly sucked the skin there. When she felt him stirring against her bottom, her hand idly wandered down his chest, and into the warm water.

"Bree," he whispered into her hair, his breathing growing shallow as she straddled his lap and her fingers trailed along his waist. "We should move this inside, if-" he started to say, but his comment turned into a moan when she took him in her hand.

"I want you right here in this hot tub," she sighed in his ear as she slowly stroked him. When she felt his hips starting to arch up into her motions, she whispered, "Tell me you want me to stop."

Closing his eyes, James meant to tell her to stop, but what came out of his mouth was, "Don't stop." He once more moaned when she went back to kissing his neck, his hands beginning to wander over her body. Pulling back, she kissed him heatedly, her tongue searching for his desperately. His kissed her back with an equal amount of need, moaning into her mouth when she suddenly impaled herself on his throbbing cock. "Fuck," he hissed, biting down on her shoulder as she rode him. Running his hands up her back, he admired the feeling of her movements beneath his fingertips.

A sharp contrast to the pace of their previous intimate encounters, Breanne moved slowly, taking her time as she made his entire body sing with pleasure. When he pulled back, he found her gaze on him, a look in her eyes he could not quite place. Her small hands ran along his chest and shoulders, caressing him with soft touches as she watched him. Taking her face in his hands, James locked his gaze with her for a long moment, before pulling her to him for a kiss as his hips started moving against her. Holding onto his shoulders, she allowed him to take over, his hands tightly gripping her waist as he moved her up and down on him. She bit her lip when she felt that familiar coil in her belly, quietly whimpering as she grew closer. Sensing her nearing climax, James bounced her with more force, determined to make her cum as his own pleasure grew.

When her eyes began to slip shut, he rasped, "Look at me." She quickly did so, her jaw slack as she teetered on the edge of bliss. "Cum for me," he commanded, and at these words she cried out as she came hard. Feeling her spasm triggered his own release, and groaning he dug his nails into her as she milked him for every last drop.

Collapsing onto his chest, she pressed her forehead against his pulse point, feeling that his heart was beating as rapidly as hers. She was shocked when a sudden surge of emotion rushed through her, the strongest one being love...

Love? How could she be feeling love for someone she still barely knew? Pulling back, she once more studied him, a tinge of fear stirring in her gut at this realization. "James..." she started, her words dying off when he looked at her.

"What is it?" he asked with a frown, cupping her cheek. "Is something wrong?"

She went to say something, but stopped, not sure where to start. For a moment she simply looked at him, before suddenly blurting out, "Maybe we should stop this."

James felt as though he had been splashed in the face with cold water. "I see," he replied, not sure of what else to say, and gently moved her to where she was sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry, it's just..." she began to say, but her eyes burned as once more her words broke off.

"No, I understand. It was nothing serious, I knew that," he commented, unable to look at her. When she touched his arm, he closed his eyes, a pained look on his face from the contact.

"I'm just afraid this is going to end up hurting us," she whispered, a lump forming in her throat as she fought back tears. She brought her hand up to touch his cheek, but shaking his head he got out of the water, grabbing his clothes before heading back into the house. As she watched him walk away, a lone tear slid down her cheek as her plea for him to come back got caught in her throat.

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James had been asleep for hours, when he suddenly woke with a start. Looking around the room in confusion, he tried to figure out what had woke him up, when a scream pierced the night air. Getting out of bed, he quickly made his way downstairs, and into Breanne's room. Flipping on the light, he found her alone, yet she still continued to scream. Realizing she was having a nightmare, he walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, gently but firmly shaking her. "Bree, wake up," he said, and after a moment her eyes finally flew open. She scrambled up against the headboard, her eyes wide and wild as she looked around. "Hey, you're okay, you're safe. You were just having a bad dream," he reassured her, softly stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her.

She looked over at him, and visibly relaxed. "Sorry for waking you, that was just...I haven't had a nightmare like that in a long time," she quietly commented, shaking profusely.

Pushing aside how he felt, James pulled her into his arms, and lifted her up off of the bed, carrying her up the stairs and into his room. Holding onto him around his neck, she pressed her face into him, shivers still going through her body. Placing her on the bed, he laid down with her, wrapping her up protectively in his arms. He could feel her trembling slowly stop as she began to once more fall asleep, and right before joining her in slumber, he heard her say in a whisper which was almost inaudible, "I love you, James."