“Hurry up, Sterling,” I say while using the wall next to Sterling’s door to hold up my jelly legs. Sterling is leaning on his door, fumbling with his keys, trying to remember which one opens the door.

“Why is everything so fuzzy?” He says while squinting at his keys.
“Because we drank too much, Ster.”
“Hmm… You’re right.”
“Not just a pretty face,” I say while flicking my hair to the side.

This isn’t an unusual scene for Sterling and me. Being an ADA in NYC, he handles some very high-profile cases. When Ster has a big win, it’s celebration night. It’s not usually just him and me, my BFF Kaylee would often tag along, but she had work tomorrow, so here we are.

“Jesus, Ster! Give me the damn keys!” I shout/slur at him while grabbing his keys. Sterling quickly snaps them away and looks me in the eyes. 

“What do I get in return?” a cheeky smirk sneaks across his gorgeous face.
“Me not slapping that stupid smirk off your face.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time Cami,” he says, handing me the keys.

Cheeky Shit! I think to myself.

I try every key on his chain until I hear the beautiful click sound.

“That’s how it’s done, bitches!” I shout and do a little shimmy. 

At that moment, I realise that Sterling hadn’t moved off the door in time and was now flat on his face on the floor. I couldn’t help myself; I burst out laughing.

“Owwww”, he groans out. “Don’t help me,” he says while rolling over and looking at me.

“Shit! Sorry, Ster.” I hurry to his side and offer him my hand. Pulling him to his feet, I realise very quickly that he has a lot more weight behind him, and we both fall into the wall next to us, causing the door to slam. I am now pinned between Sterling and the wall. 

“God, he smells good.” my inner voice chimes in.
“Shut it!” I scream back at her.

“I can’t say I’m not enjoying this view”, Sterling says, breaking me out of my internal thoughts.
“Is that right?” I reply playfully.

He moves closer, now making the distance between us paper-thin.

“You’re so beautiful, Cami,” he says while his lips are inches away from mine.

I don’t know what hit me. Either it was courage or, perhaps, liquid courage, but I grabbed his face and crashed my lips onto his. I must have surprised him because it took him a moment to realise what was happening before he started kissing me back. His hands moved up to my face as I wrapped mine around his neck. He pushed me hard into the wall, and the sudden feeling of the cold wall gave me goosebumps. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, to which he responded by quickly catching me, his hands firmly on my arse.

Sterling pulled away from me and looked at me in the eyes before he asked the question I didn’t want to answer at that moment.  

“Are you sure about this?” I looked at him, and for a moment, I hesitated, but then I put my lips to his ear and whispered, “Yes.” and bit his ear lobe.

This is morning Camilla’s problem. Right now, drunk, night, Camilla needs to get some.

With that, he began to kiss my neck, hitting the sweet spot in the crook of my neck. I let out a soft moan as my head fell to the side.

I unwrap my legs from Sterling’s waist, and he lets me drop to my feet. Within an instant of touching the ground, he spins me around, so my back is now facing him. He presses himself against me, and I feel both of his hands grab my breasts and begin kneading them through my dress while he kisses the back of my shoulders. With one hand planted on the wall, I curl my other hand around his neck, grabbing a handful of his hair. I feel a small groan vibrate against my skin as both hands now wander down to my hips. His hands slide up the inside of my dress, lifting it to my naval. His lips leave my skin, and he steps back. I let out a small whimper at the loss of his hands on my body.

“Take your panties off,” he says sternly from behind me.

I make quick work of removing them and drop them off to the side. As I’m doing this, I can hear Sterling undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

Once again, his body is pressed against me. His hand runs up my arm, forcing it above my head. He interlaces our fingers and presses our hands hard against the wall; his other hand moves down to my now-soaking wet core. He slides two fingers into my folds and begins to massage my bud between them. My head falls against the wall, and my breathing becomes heavier and louder.

“You’re so wet, Camilla,” he says as his thumb slips inside me. “I want you to cum in my hand,” he whispers next to my ear before kissing my neck once again.

My free hand instinctively reaches down and holds the top of his hand. At the same time, he continues to massage and finger me; I apply a little more pressure on his hand, which sends a bolt of electricity through my body. His thumb curls into a hook, hitting my g-spot, and he begins rubbing it hard.

“Don’t stop, Sterling!” I cry out between breaths.

I begin to grind harder against his hand as I feel my orgasm build, it all becomes too much, and I burst all over his hand and down my leg. I’m now completely out of breath, his hand lets my hand go, and he steps back. I rest against the wall, still feeling the effects of my orgasm shudder through me. I hear him unbuckle his pants, and they drop to the floor. He kicks them aside and approaches me yet again. I brace myself against the wall, and as his hands find my hips, he slides his hard member between my soaking wet folds and begins rubbing back and forth. His groans become louder and lusty as we rock back and forth, but I simply can’t take anymore, and I move my hand down as he is about to push forward, and I push his head inside of me.

The sharp pain of his size only lasts a minute, and then the aching pleasure sets in. He pushes in, bottoming out and bending me over completely. He begins to pump in and out of me at a slow pace. I look back and see his eyes are closed, and he’s biting his lip. He’s enjoying this. That look only turns me on more. With my hands firmly planted against the wall, Sterling leans forward and pulls me up towards his body. He then begins to thrust harder into me. I feel his hand curl around my throat, applying a little pressure. When he does this, my hand grabs his hand, and the other snakes around his neck. 

“Fuck, Camilla! You’re so fucking tight.” he breathes out while thrusting harder into me.
“Harder, Sterling! Harder!” I call out.

Just then, I burst again; it runs down my leg and all over him. With one final thrust from Sterling, he spills his warm seed inside of me. We both now stand there, him still inside of me while we both shake from the orgasm. I don’t think I have ever come that hard before, but then again, it has been 18 months, so give a girl a break if she’s a little messy.

Sterling slowly pulls out of me, and as he does, I feel his cum begin to dribble out. He leans over to the little bookshelf and grabs some tissues. He begins to run the tissues up my inner thigh, cleaning up the mess we made. Once he is done, he throws it into the little bin next to the bookshelf. He then turns me around, and almost like I weigh nothing, he scoops me up and carries me to his bed. Once my body hits his soft blankets, they quickly lull me into a deep sleep.

Saturday morning

I slowly open my eyes, adjusting them to my surroundings; they feel grimy and heavy. I give them a rub before rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. I blink hard a couple of times before it hits me. This isn’t my room. THIS ISN’T MY ROOM! THAT’S NOT MY CEILING! Panic starts to set in but is quickly squashed when an arm settles on my stomach. I turn my head slowly, and my eyes land upon a sight that I wasn’t prepared for, Sterling quietly sleeping next to me. I snap my head back and find myself staring at the ceiling yet again. 

Oh no! No, no, no, no! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOO? My inner voice screams at me.

I lay there for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts and formulate a plan of escape. 

Whatever you do, Camilla, DO. NOT. WAKE. HIM! I think to myself. 

I lift the blankets that are covering us and see Sterling’s arm. I look around quickly and spot an extra pillow me. I grab the pillow stuffing it above my head. I then lift the blanket again and softly pick Sterling’s arm up and, as I scootch out from under it, I feed the pillow into place and put the sheet back over his arm. I’m now scrunched up on the edge of the bed. 

Not the ideal position to be in, but at least I didn’t wake him.

I slowly put one leg out of the bed while still on my back, AND once I get a sound footing, I move my other leg out of bed. I push the blankets off me and towards Sterling and sit up quietly. He begins to stir. “FUCK!” I mouth and freeze in place. I wait a moment and then continue my exit out of bed. Once I’m out, I frantically look around the room for my purse and shoes but can’t see them anywhere. It’s then that I realise I’m still wearing my dress from last night and no underwear. 

Where the fuck are my undies?! I scream in my head while having a silent panic attack in Sterling’s bedroom.

Then it hits me, flashes after flash of last night’s escapades: the drinking, the stumbling, the sex.

SEX! I HAD SEX WITH STERLING LAST NIGHT! “Ok, settle down, Cam. Get out of this apartment, and then we can freak out,” I whisper to myself.

Using my right foot, I feel out the floorboards for the creaky ones and avoid them as I slowly make my way out of Sterling’s room and into the hall. Once in the hall, I see my purse, undies, and shoes all strewn about on the floor from the night before. I tiptoe over, pick up my things, stuff my panties into my purse before slowly opening the door. Once I’m sure I’m in the clear, I slip out and shut the door behind me.

“YES!” I yell out as I fist pump the air. At this point, I’m feeling pretty good about my stealthy escape from Sterlings. 

However, it’s short-lived when I spot Kaylee standing at my front door. She pauses for only a moment, then instantly starts laughing. I walk towards her as she continues to laugh at me.

“Having fun, Kay?” I sarcastically ask as I put the key in the door.
“That. Was. GOLD!” She says while continuing to laugh.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”
“I mean, come on, Cam, anyone would think you just broke out of jail with that little show.”
“Oh, stop it!” I snap while walking down the hall towards my bedroom.
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” she calls after me while she closes my front door.
“Yeah, yeah.”

As I walk into my room, I throw my purse and shoes onto my bed and flop down on it, putting both my hands over my face and let out a massive sigh. I hear Kay’s tiny feet move towards the bed, and I drop my hands down to my chest. She puts my Nutella Hot Chocolate on the side table and crawls onto the bed alongside me. I turn my gaze from the ceiling to her as she pushes some of my hair off my face.

“What am I going to do, Kay?” I ask in a defeated tone.

“You have to talk to him, boo,” she says as she lays down, grabs my hand on my chest, and interlaces her fingers with mine.

“What do I say? How do you even start a conversation like that?”
“Do you regret it?” She asks.
“No… Yes,” I sigh before continuing “, I don’t know, Kay.”
“When you talk to him, talk to him like you would want him to talk to you if the tables were turned.”

I turn my head to her and give her a soft smile.

“Thank you, Kay, for not judging me,” I say while pulling her hand up and kissing it. “And thank you for my hot chocolate”. 

She smiles at me and sits up. “That’s what besties are for. Now go have a shower, drink your hot chocolate, and I’ll come by after work for a movie and shit talk. How does that sound?”. 

“Perfect, babe,” I respond while hopping off my bed and walking towards my bathroom.

“Good!” She says while heading for the hall, “I love you, boo,” she calls back before closing my door behind her.

“I love you too, Kay”, I yell back.

20 Minutes later

Still feeling hungover after my shower, I finish drying my hair, slip on a pair of old short shorts and my old school Jersey. Plonking myself on the edge of my bed, I open my bedside table draw, grab the chewable pain killers out and take a couple. My head is killing me, and I need some relief. I pick up my Nutella Hot Chocolate, take the lid off and sniff the delicious aroma of the hazelnuts and marshmallows. Taking a mouthful, I have a small orgasm where I sit. 

Kay makes magic, I think to myself.

Finishing off my drink, I crawl across my bed and throw the cup into the small bin next to my desk. Now laying on my bed on my stomach, I grab my phone, send Kay a quick message, then scootch myself up onto my pillows and kick the blankets down. 

It’s time for a much-needed nap, I think to myself before pulling the blankets up and snuggling into them. 

Later that afternoon

I awoke suddenly to a loud knocking on my door and felt Kay stir from behind me. “Mmm,” she mumbles while slowly un-curling herself from around me. “Are you expecting someone?” She sighs while rolling over to the other side of my bed.

“No. If I don’t answer, they’ll go away,” I mutter as I bury my face back in my pillow.

A couple of minutes pass, and the knocking continues. “ARGH!” I sigh while rolling my eyes hard. “I’m coming!” I call out. I climb out of bed, leaving Kay still sleeping, and shuffle down the hall to my door. I balance on my tippy toes and check through my peephole; I see two men with their backs to my door. 

Better be good-looking, my inner voice chimes in. 

Sarcastic bitch, I think to myself.

As I pull the chain across and open the door, one turns around to greet me while the other strides up the stairs towards the apartments on the floor above me. 

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” he says with a warm smile on his face.

I don’t say anything. Instead, I stand there with drool running down my chin like some thirsty hoe on a bar crawl, but can you blame a girl? He’s got long dark brown hair tied in a bun, brown soul-piercing eyes, a well-manicured beard, and luscious lips that I want to devour.

Every piece of clothing perfectly complements his fantastic body, from the grey hoodie under his black leather jacket to the many chains adorning his neck, one being his NYPD Badge. And don’t even get me started on the ripped skinny jeans. 

That waist only makes me wonder what it would be like to have my legs wrapped around it.

Snap out of it! My inner voice shouts at me.

I quickly look at him and manage to stutter something close to an “H-hi.” He laughs softly before introducing himself.

“My name is Detective Jonathan Harris. I’m from the Organised Crime Control Unit of the NYPD.” He takes a breath, “do you have a moment to chat?’ He asks while showing me his badge.

That was quite the mouthful. It makes you wonder what else he could do with that mouth of his; my inner voice purrs. I can’t help agreeing with her this time.

“Oh.. umm, of course, Detective. What can I help you with?”
“We’ve had some reports of some gang activity in the area. Have you seen or heard anything?”

I fold my arms and lean against my door frame, “No, can’t say I have. Sorry”

“No worries, ma’am,” he pauses for a moment. “May I ask, do you live alone?” gesturing towards my apartment.

“Yes, I do, but my best friend spends most nights here with me, though,” I let out a little giggle.

“Oh… Well… That’s good to know, ma’am.”

“Is there something I should be worried about, Detective?” I ask while pushing myself off of my door frame.

“Not on my watch, ma’am,” he quickly reassures me.

His eyes seem to put my nerves at ease. Every time he speaks, my stomach fills with butterflies, and I can tell by the look on his face that he is feeling it too. His scent feels familiar like I have smelled it every single day of my life, even though I’ve never met him before today. My heart tells me I know him.

As if feeling the same thing, he breaks eye contact, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again. I move towards him, closing the small gap to ease the growing awkwardness between us. He doesn’t take his eyes off me the entire time. As I get closer, I ask sweetly, “Is there anything else I can help you with, Detective?”

“Ahh no, ma’am, you have been very accommodating, but if you do hear or see anything…” he reaches into his jacket pocket and hands me his card, “please don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Thank you, I definitely will, Detective.”
“Good,” he nods. “Good.”
“Well… Have a good evening,” I smile up at him.
“Yes, thank you, and you too,” he says, placing his hands in his pockets and taking a step back.

He starts to walk away, but as I’m about to shut my door, he turns on his heel and blurts out, “Your accent… Australian?”

I smile to myself before turning around to reply.

“Yes, I’m impressed, Detective. Most people think I’m British.” I shoot him a cheeky wink.

“Well, a couple of my closest friends are from Queensland.”

“That’s my home state. Small world, Detective,” I say, leaning on my door frame again. “Have you been?” 

“No, not yet. Perhaps one day,” he sighs.

“You would love it.”

“I’m sure I would if every girl there is as beautiful as you.” He quickly clears his throat then gestures with his thumb towards Sterling’s door. “I, ah… should get back to it.” 

“Right,” I nod.
“Bye.” He gives me a wave before quickly turning and heading for Sterling’s door.

I back up into my apartment, but before closing the door, I call after him, “My name is Camilla, Detective. Camilla Adams.” He pauses for a moment turning his head slightly in my direction before continuing to Sterling’s door. With that, I slowly close my door.