“Would you excuse me for a moment, Camilla?” Jonathan squeezes my hips.

“I-” but that’s all I got to say before he slipped out from behind me and made his way towards Sterling, who was standing beside the stage, sipping on his whiskey. I watched him greet him the same way he did when he saw him at my apartment. I could see the conversation suddenly become quite intense. It’s then that the entire room disappears till it’s just me, Jonathan, and Sterling. I can’t make out what they are saying; it’s just a quiet mumble, and the more I try to focus and shut everyone out, the louder they seem to get.

My stomach turns into knots; I begin chewing on the side of my mouth in hopes it would relieve the growing anxiety and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to run. The sentiment is intensified when Sterling glances over at me and then quickly looks back at Jonathan.

“….grinding on Sterling’s face like a stripper on a pole,” Laila giggled next to me.

That comment snaps me out of my trance and back to my surroundings.

“You were what?” I blurt out, turning to her.
“Hmmm?” Laila tilts her head to the side, smirking at me.
“Grinding on what?”
“Sterling’s face, were you not listening?” Her tone is sarcastic.
“No, Laila,” I huff out as I turn back to Sterling and Jonathan.
“Then it serves you right.”
“Mmmhmm,” I absentmindedly reply.
“What is it that has your full attention?” Laila stands close to me, tracing my line of sight. “Oh, Sterling and Jonathan.”
“Ahh, huh.”
“Oooofff, could you imagine being sandwiched between those two?” She purrs.
“Jesus, Laila!” I shake my head at her
“What?” She shrugs her shoulders at me.
“No, I can’t,” my gaze still fixed on them.
“Your loss then,” she giggles.
“Do you think he’s telling him?” I stutter out nervously.
“No, love, and even if he does, I’d like to see Jonathan get past Kay and me,” Laila replies sternly as she rubs my arm.
“I need to tell him.”
“There is a time and place for that, love.” Laila smiles at me softly.

“He wants to talk after your party, and I’m scared it’s about Sterling.” I chew on the side of my mouth harder, this time tasting blood.

“Firstly, stop chewing on the side of your mouth, Cami, and secondly, it could be for something completely unrelated to Sterling,” Her tone scolding.

“I don’t know, and that’s what’s killing me.” I rub my hands on the front of my dress, trying to dry the sweat that’s built up.

Laila stands in front of me and takes my hands, smiling softly at me, says, “Stop and take a deep breath.”

I slowly breathe in and out, counting back from 10 every time I do. Laila breathes along with me and keeps count.

My anxiety slowly releases its grip on me, and I relax a little. Laila steps to my side and wraps her arm around my waist, and leans her head on my shoulder. 

“Feel better?” Laila asks quietly.
“A little, thank you,” I sigh.
“Good!” 

We both stand there in silence while I continue to breathe and watch Jonathan and Sterling continue to talk. After what feels like an eternity, Jonathan ends the conversation with Sterling and begins making his way back to Laila and me. His gaze is fixed on me, but his face remains expressionless the entire time, not even returning my smile.

Don’t run, Camilla! My inner voice yells at me.

“You must be Laila Mills,” Jonathan says as he strides up to us.
“And you must be Jonathan Harris,” she steps forward, hugging him, which catches Jonathan off guard.
He lets out a small chuckle as he embraces her. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Ooofff, so strong. You wouldn’t happen to have your handcuffs on you tonight, detective?” Laila asks suggestively, stepping back.
“Ah, no ma’am, I’m off duty tonight.” Jonathan looks at me and smiles softly.
“What a shame,” Laila pouts.
“ANNNYway!” I glare at Laila. “Would you mind if we left a little early, Lails?”
“Absolutely not, love. I’ll have Micah drop Kay at home tonight.”
“Thank you, dear,” I lean in and hug her.
“Take care of my girl, detective.” Laila’s words seem playful, but they have more of a warning behind them.
“Always, ma’am,” Jonathan replies as he threads his fingers through mine.
“Love you,” I whisper in her ear as I pull away.
“Love you too,” she replies softly.

“It was wonderful meeting you, Laila,” Jonathan says, leaning forward and kissing Laila’s cheek.
“You too, detective,” Laila purrs.

Jonathan’s face turns a bright red as he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

So CUTE! I think to myself.

As the cold air hits my face, I instantly begin to shiver.

“Here, take my coat Camilla,” Jonathan says, placing his jacket over my shoulders.

Again with the Camilla, what is up with that? I think to myself.

“Thank you, Jon,” I stutter out between chattering teeth.

Jonathan guides me over to his car, opening the door he helps me inside before closing the door softly.

“Let me get you warmed up,” Jonathan says as he slides in the driver’s side and starts the car.

The moment the heat hits my face, I feel my body slowly begin to defrost; I slip his coat off and wrap it around my waist as we drive off. The entire ride to his place is quiet; Jonathan looks at me every now and then but never says anything. Usually, when we are in the car together, it’s never quiet for a moment, so this is making me feel even more uneasy. I try my best to focus on my breathing and push any negative thoughts out of my mind.

Pulling into the secure parking area in Jon’s building, we step out of his car and quickly make our way to the elevator.

“When we get to my apartment, I need you to close your eyes before you enter,” Jonathan says as the bell dings, and we step into the elevator.
“Ummm, ok,” I reply hesitantly.
“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” He smiles at me sweetly.
“I trust you,” I return his smile.
“Good.”

Jonathan’s building is dimly lit, making it even harder for me to read his face as we walk down the hall to his apartment. As we get close to his door, he turns, now walking backward, and says, “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to, ok?”

“Will you guide me in?” I reply, closing my eyes.
“Of course, Camilla,” he reassures me.

I stand nervously in front of his door as I hear him unlock the door and open it. Taking my hand in his, he guides me into his apartment.

“Don’t open them yet.”
“Ok,” I reply as I feel his hand leave mine.

I hear him scurrying around his apartment, and then it goes quiet for a minute before I hear Taylor Swift’s – Lover playing quietly and the smell of Chandelle Parfumée fills the room.

“Ok, open your eyes, Melek,” he says quietly.

As my eyes flutter open, they immediately find Jonathan; the room is entirely dark except for a circle of tea light candles surrounding him, red and pink rose petals scattered on the floor. I cover my mouth with my hands; I’m completely speechless. I take a few steps back and look down; I realise a tea-light candle path leading right to him.

My eyes shoot back up to Jon, who is standing smiling at me. “Dance with me, Melek?” he offers his hand to me.

My stomach is so full of butterflies that I almost can’t get my words out. “I-” tears filling my eyes.

“Say yes,” Jonathan smiles nervously at me.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Relief visibly rolls over him at my answer.

Awww, he’s as nervous as me, I think to myself.

Jonathan meets me at the end of the path. I reach out and take his hand; his grip is soft as he leads me into the middle of the candles. As he twirls me around and pulls me into his arms, we both stumble on each other’s feet. We immediately start laughing as we fight to regain our balance. 

Once steady on our feet again, Jonathan slowly pulls me back into his arms. Holding my hand firmly, he kisses the back of it, then places it against his chest, holding it tightly. His other hand slides down and wraps around the base of my back. I rest my hand on his shoulder as he slowly begins to sway to the music.

Jonathan watches my face, trying to see if I’m enjoying this or if I’m bored. I lay my head on his shoulder, letting him know I’m enjoying this moment with him. Jon lets out a sigh of relief as I do.

Feeling him this close to me, surrounded by candles and roses, made the guilt of lying to him immensely worse. The butterflies scattered, and the anxiety crept back in. It was so overwhelming that before the song could finish, I slowly pull away from him.

“Are you ok, Melek?” His eyes flash with confusion and concern.
“I- I need to tell you something,” I quietly reply, looking at the floor.
“Before you do, I need to say something before I lose my nerve,” he nervously laughs.

Stepping closer to me, he lifts my chin softly bringing my gaze to his.

“You’ve brightened my every day since the first night we met. I can’t stop thinking about you; you have consumed my thoughts and dreams. I want to call you mine. Will you be my girlfriend, Camilla?”

TELL HIM NOW! My inner voice screams at me.

“There’s a time and a place,” I replay Laila’s words over and over in my head.

Jonathan’s POV

It falls silent; Camilla looks more conflicted than happy. Perhaps I read the situation wrong; maybe she doesn’t want to get serious with me. Panic starts to set in; how can I play this off as a joke? Is that even possible? 

Please, please say something, Camilla, I silently plead in my mind.

I can’t take it anymore; nervously, I begin rubbing the back of my neck, managing to mumble, “You’re making me nervous here, Melek.”

“Yes.” Her gaze settles on me.
“Really?” I stop rubbing the back of my neck as relief washes over me.
“I’ll be your girlfriend, Jonathan,” she smiles nervously.
“Are you sure?” I need to hear her repeat it.
“100%” She reaches up on her tippy toes and kisses me lightly on the lips.

As she pulls away, I place my hands on the side of her cheeks, pushing the hair back off her face. “I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.”

“And I am yours,” she replies with her signature beautiful smile.

Without a moment’s thought, I pick her small body up off the ground, holding her sexy arse firmly in place. She doesn’t miss a beat wrapping her long, sexy legs around my waist.

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“Christ, Camilla,” I breathe out, our lips only inches apart.
“Kiss me,” She purrs.
“Yes, ma’am.”

I press my lips to hers, begging with my tongue to let me in. Camilla immediately grants me entry, this time letting me take complete control. My longing, need for her was conveyed in this kiss, every minute apart, every missed moment was in this kiss. I needed her to know that I have wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her, that she is my person, my soulmate. She met my kiss with the same intensity; I knew she was getting my message, and I was getting hers.

Slowly I make my way from her lips to her jaw, feathering light kisses along it, down her neck till I knew I’d hit her sweet spot, the crook of her neck. She lets out a small whimper.

Fuck! I’m done for, I think to myself.

Nipping and sucking on that spot, she immediately sinks her nails into my shoulders, letting her head fall to the side. The feeling of her nails in my skin sent me over the edge. I could feel my cock grow harder and harder with every moan and whimper.

“I want you, Camilla,” I breathe out, kissing her collarbone.
“Then take me,” she replies breathlessly.

Jesus! She is so fucking sexy! I think to myself.

With those words, I carry her to my bed, easing her back onto it slowly. She unwraps her legs from around me as I use one hand to pull my shirt off over my head and throw it off the bed. Camilla reaches up and pulls me down, our lips make contact again as she buries her hands in my hair. I wrap one arm under her back and the other pressing into the bed next to her head. There is no space between us; having her soft body against my hard body is heaven. 

“Make love to me, Jonathan,” Camilla breathes out as one of her hands slides down and begins rubbing my hard cock.

I let out a low growl as she does this, and I feel her smile against my lips; she likes the effect she has on me. 

I reluctantly pull away from her and begin removing my jeans; Camilla props herself up and begins to pull her panties off.

“Uh ah,” I scold. “Let me do that, Melek.” 

Camilla bites down on her lip at my words and pulls her hands away. I reach down and slowly unzip her boots, placing them beside the bed before running my hands down her thighs. I feel her shiver as I touch her.

“Your skin is so beautiful,” I whisper as I curl my fingers under the sides of her panties.

Camilla lays back, lifting her bottom just enough for me to slip her panties off. She’s so wet; I want to sink into it. Licking my lips, I pull my briefs down, letting my hard cock spring free. She quickly pulls her dress over her head, revealing her delicious breast, nipples hard, ready for my warm mouth. 

I crawl between her legs, wrapping my arm under her back as my hand slides slowly down, teasing the outside of her folds. She arches her back as I slowly slide my fingers inside her wet folds and pinch her swollen bud between my fingers. I take her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting it as she begins to moan loudly and grind against my hand.

“I need you inside me,” she moans out.
“Yes, ma’am,” I smirk against her beast.

Slowly, I remove my fingers from her bud and line my cock up with her entrance. Releasing her hard nipple from my mouth, I slide up, so I am now only inches away from her face. 

She’s biting down on her lip with her eyes closed; I want to see her beautiful eyes when I bury myself inside her.

“Look at me, Melek,” I softly say, pressing my lips to hers.

Camilla opens her eyes, and as she does, I slowly enter her; she inhales sharply as she arches her back. Her eyes flutter closed again as she begins to moan.

“You’re unbelievably gorgeous, Melek,” I breathe out.

We slowly fall into a torturous rhythm, but I’m in no rush. I want to savour every part of her for as long as I can.

Camilla attempts to speed up, but I press her hips back into the bed “Patience, Melek,” I continue kissing down her neck as I roll and pinch her hard nipple.

“Please, Jonathan,” Camilla moans.

I want to give her what she wants, but I know that it will be over too quickly if I speed up. 

When she cums I want it to last. 

“Oh, mmmm,” Camilla moans. “I’m so close, Jon.”

I keep pace, watching her beautiful face distort in pleasure as she nears her end. Feeling her walls tighten, I lean down and press my lips to hers as she lets go and cums. My mouth muffles her moan as she shakes and tears fall down her cheeks.

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The feeling of her so tightly wrapped around me pushes me to the edge, letting out a low growl I cum, covering her walls with my warm seed. We both lay there for a moment attempting to catch our breath. I slowly pull out of her and lay on her chest. Both our hearts are still hammering in our chests.

“Holy shit,” Camilla sighs out breathlessly, “I have never cum like that in my life.”
“I can tell” I smile, looking down, seeing the evidence of her pleasure glistening on me.
“Huh,” her eyes shoot open.
“I said I can tell, Melek,” I repeat, bringing my gaze up to hers.

With no warning, she shoves me off her and begins frantically feeling the bed and herself.

“Ow,” I groan, laying flat on my back on the floor.
“OH MY GOD!” Camilla yells.

Looking up, I see she’s got her legs closed tight and her face buried in her hands. Pushing myself up off the floor, I kneel in front of her, lightly rubbing her leg.

“I’ve never done that… Ya know… Squi-” she stops herself from finishing the word. “See! I can’t even say the word.”

“Please, don’t be embarrassed, Melek,” I reach up and slowly lift her face out of her hands. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I wink at her.

“Really?” Her voice is shaky.
“Absolutely!” I smile at her softly.
“O-ok,” she smiles back at me.

“Let me clean you up; you’re not the only one that made a mess, Melek.” I stand, shoot her a cheeky wink, and headed for my bathroom.

I hear her giggle from behind me; it’s the cutest sound I’ve ever heard.

I start the bath, drop in some lavender oil to help relax Camilla, grab a towel and head out.

“Let me help,” she reaches for the towel.
“Nope, I’ve got this. There is a nice hot bath waiting for you, now go and relax, Melek,” I kiss the side of her face.
“Are you sure? I’m happy to help.”
“Absolutely,” I reassure her.
“Ok, but don’t take too long, detective.” She shoots me a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

Fuck she’s sexy! I think to myself.

I quickly clean away the evidence of our escapades, change the covers, and head into the bathroom to check on my Melek. She looks gorgeous in my bath, a sight I could get used to.

“Stop staring and join me, detective,” she says playfully.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, dropping the towel and bedding in the washing basket.