the loft - j.b.

fifty two

oh shit reappeared like houdini
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cambria

after the fuck at the house we fucked on the plane and arrived in paris where im sure we were gonna fuck. "i plan to fuck you on the eiffel tower, baby girl." justin leaned over while we were walking into the hotel.

"how romantic." i grab his hand and kissed his cheek.

"am i not romantic enough?" a sudden worry came to him which made me feel bad.

"no justin, i don't care how romantic you are." i chuckle. "i just want you."

"sexually or ..."

"shut up." i push his arm and he just laughs. "anyways, where are we going to eat?"

"somewhere romantic." he smirks. "you're gonna stay here and do what girls do and im going to go buy you a dress."

"what kind of dress?"

he turns to me, and grabs my hips. "a red one, that hugs your curves in just the right places."

i smirk, "don't get too excited just by the thought, baby."

"already am." he kisses my forehead. "i should go and set a reservation for a fancy restaurant."

"okay." i kiss him quickly before turning to the doorman who was carrying bags in. "i'll see you later. don't get lost."

"i speak french." he chuckles. "je ne vais pas vous perdre, bébé."

"gosh that's so fucking sexy." i moan just to tease him, and he rolls his eyes.

"im going." he turns around. "go get ready."

"im not gonna wear panties."

"tell the whole world, baby girl."

i just smirk as i walk into the hotel behind the doorman who patiently waited. "thank you." i say to him as he escorts me to the presidential suite justin paid for.

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when justin returned, he walked in and said, "chéri je suis rentré."

"say it again, it makes me horny."

"all i said was darling, i returned." he starts laughing, which causes me to laugh.

"okay, and? french is so sexy to me."

"here, baby."

when i take the bag, i pull out a long red dress. "thank you so much."

"anything for my baby." he kisses me, then picks me up. i squeal just because it was unexpected, then he holds me up like a baby. "is that makeup?"

"yes." i say, then sigh. "don't tell me im too-"

"i wasn't, i was going to tell you i love it." he smirks. "you and i both know you're too beautiful for makeup but if you wanna wear it, i'll be like your best friend and tell you to slay."

"don't." i cover his mouth. "stop it."

"slay, boo." he kisses my forehead before letting me down. i roll my eyes and i grab my dress. "hurry up, reservations in an hour."

"i'll be ready."

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short lil update 😂