“Crap!” I jump at the ping of my phone.

I had been so engrossed in the trial transcript that I’ve been proofreading since I got home, that I had pretty much blocked out all external noises. My message tone is on the loudest setting thanks to Kay, she’s adamant I’m either deaf or just don’t want to talk to her. Jokes on her, it’s not because I’m deaf I just don’t feel like answering sometimes.

I unlock my phone and see it’s Jonathan. My heart instantly flutters.

He’s so stinking CUTE! I think to myself. 

“On that note, I think it’s food time,” I declare as I scotch off my chair and head for the kitchen.

Jonathan gave me quite the workout last night and this morning, I’m friggin starving.

“Hmmmmm what to have,” I scan over the shelves in my fridge. “Ahh, leftover garlic focaccia.”

I throw a piece in my microwave for a minute, then take it back to my desk and get back to reading. As I take a bite I glance out the window and see Kay and Micah standing outside her shop having what looks like a VERY friendly talk. 

What’s he doing back here? I think to myself.

Like a moth to a flame, I can’t take my eyes off them. Kay is nervously giggling as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. Micah’s eyes are fixed on her, every little move she makes he watches. Micah hands her what looks like a purse or bag and their hands meet, neither of them jerking them away. Kay does a small side smirk smile as she softly takes it from his hand.

“OH SHIT! She slept with him!” I exclaimed, dropping my focaccia on the floor.

Now I know what you’re thinking; how do I know Kay has slept with Micah? Kay has a little tell, she doesn’t know she has it and I’ve never told her about it, but whenever she has slept with someone, she does this funny little side smirk smile. You can’t miss it and I can see that Micah has picked it up as well because he smirks at her.

They hug for just a little too long to be a friendly hug and he gets in his car and pulls away. Kay stands there for a moment, almost pining before glancing up and seeing me watching her. 

I look right at her and mouth, “GET OVER HERE NOW!“. She taps her watch like she’s late but I’m not having any of it. 

I slide my window up and shout, “NOW!” to her.

Kay rolls her eyes and hurriedly walks towards my building. I slam the window and turn in my chair ready to interrogate her the moment she walks in.

I don’t have to wait long before I hear my door open and she comes slinking in.

“Well, well, well, what have you been up to missy?” I tip my head to the side glaring at her.
“He was just dropping my purse off,” she says defensively.
“Oh, no, no dear, that wasn’t just a purse drop-off, bitch. That was a day after test the waters visit” 

Kay walks over to my bed and flops down, sighing in defeat.

“How did you know?” Kay asks, nervously biting on the end of her thumb.
“I can tell, Kay.”
“What should I do?” She sighs heavily.
“You know he’s married, right?”
“Well… about that,” she looks at me cautiously.
“Kay, if he said he isn’t I can tell you 100% he is. I’ve met his wife, babe.”
“I know but-” I cut her off.
“But what, Kay? There isn’t anything else to say.”
“He’s been separated for a month now.”
“He’s what? How do you know?” I enquire.
“He told me after I saw Gabby.”
“Wait, I’m confused,” I shake my head trying to get my brain to process the information a little quicker.
“She cheated on him, then left him for the other man. He’s filed for divorce.” 

I’m shocked, Micah is usually pretty quiet. Very rarely does he open up about his private life. I think the entire time he has been driving for Laila, he’s mentioned his wife twice and I had to pull that shit out of him. When I met his wife it was by accident outside a shop Laila had stopped into to grab lunch. Now I’m finding out that not only did Kay sleep with him, but his wife cheated, left him and he’s divorcing her.

“I don’t know what to say, Kay.” I try to pick my jaw up off the floor. “Does Laila know?”
“No, I mean I don’t know.” Kay shrugs.
“So last night, during or after Laila’s book signing?”
“After and it was amazing Cami,” she looks down at her lap, smiling sweetly.

I know that smile; Kay is smitten and although this is messy, I won’t get in her way if this is who and what she wants.

“I love you, Kay, and I will support whatever you decide. Ok?” I smile at her.

Kay looks up and she lets out her classic high pitch squeal, grabs my arms, and pulls me up into a hug.

“Thank you thank you Cami. That means so much to me.”
“Yeah, yeah but if he hurts you, I’ll fucking cut him, ok?” I pull away and look her dead in the eye.
“I know, I know,” she giggles and pulls me back into the hug.
“The shit I do for you, babe,” I sigh.
“You love me,” she replies sarcastically and pulls away.
“Unfortunately,” I roll my eyes.
“Now, enough about me. Tell me EVERYTHING about your night with Jon. I see a beautiful necklace hanging around your neck that you didn’t have yesterday. Did Jon give that to you?”
“Oh, wow! Would you look at the time, I have to get back to proofreading.” I tap my imaginary watch.
“Oh bullshit!” she stomps her foot.
“Sorry, babe, I can’t help the time.” I shrug my shoulders at her.
“You don’t even have a watch on Cami,” she says sarcastically.
“I know but you get the idea.”
“Oh come on, just tell me y’all are together,” she begs.
“Hmmmmm,” I tap my chin.
“PLEEEEASE,” she begs louder.
“Ok, we are,” I wink at her.
“YES! YES! I fucking knew it!!” Kay shouts, doing a little shimmy.
“Ok, ok, that’s enough, Bruno Mars. It’s time for you to go,” I say as I start ushering her towards the front door.

I open the door and push Kay out, but just as I go to close the door, she slides her head in. 

“Did he give you that necklace?” She smiles at me.
“Yes,” I reply and slam the door.
“YES! OMG! It’s gorgeous, Cami,” she yells through the door.
“Thank you, Kay.” I roll my eyes and walk back to my room.

I’ll tell her eventually, but I want to keep our first night to myself for a little while longer.

I watch Kay cross the road; she stops in the middle, spots me, and pulls the finger. I mouth, “Love you too Kay,” and we both giggle as she blows me a kiss and heads into her café.

I plonk myself back down at my desk and look down sadly at my now ruined focaccia.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make her pay, my love,” I say as I lean down, pick it up, and put it in the bin. “Stupid Kay,” I pout as I grab the transcript.

Midnight Sunday

Yawning, I lean over and check the time on my phone.

“Christ! It’s already midnight, where did the day go?” I sigh, stretching in my chair.

I close my computer and begin tidying up my desk when I hear my door unlock. 

“Honey, I’m home,” Jonathan calls down the hall.

I giggle as I see him standing in the doorway of my bedroom.

“Hey, handsome,” I smile at him.
“Hey, Melek,” he says as he walks over to me, placing a soft kiss on top of my head.
“You’re early,” I look up at him.
“I was missing you too much,” he leans down and kisses me lightly on the lips.
“I missed you too, baby.” I smile at him as he makes his way over to the other side of the room.
“Can I borrow your shower?”
“Of course, the towels are under the sink,” I point to the bathroom.
“Thank you melek, I won’t take long,” he smiles at me.
“Take as long as you like,” I wink at him.
“Care to join?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Already showered today, maybe next time,” I smirk.
“Your loss,” his reply cheeky.

I watch as he heads into my bathroom, pulling one piece of clothing off at a time. 

“Oooooffff,” I sigh, imagining him naked, water running down his body and hair all wet.

God damn! I think as I fan myself.

Let him shower you thirsty hoe, my inner voice scolds.

“FINE,” I huff out as I wander into the kitchen, place my dishes in the sink and then head back to my room. Pulling the blankets down, I hear the bathroom door open behind me. Turning around, I see Jonathan in nothing but a towel, beads of water dripping off his hair and down his chest.

“Right, that’s it,” I mumble.
“Pardon?” Jonathan says, looking at me confused.
“Towel off and on the bed,” I say sternly.
“I-” I cut him off.
“No talking, detective, just do as you’re told,” my voice commands.

Jonathan moves past me, slowly takes his towel off, and sits down on the edge of my bed.

“Good boy,” I smile at him. “Now detective, I’m in control tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” he says quietly.

I place my finger under his chin, lifting it so his gaze meets mine. “I didn’t hear you.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he says louder.
“Good.” I kiss his lips lightly before pushing him back slowly onto the bed and crawling on top of him.

He lets out a sharp breath as my now-soaking wet core brushes over his hardness.

I lean down and tease his lips open with my tongue. A small smirk spreads across his face as he grants me entry. I don’t waste a single moment, I claim his mouth, hard. In classic Jonathan style, he doesn’t fight me and kisses me back just as hard. However, also in classic Jonathan, style he attempts to regain some control. I immediately bite down on his bottom lip hard and pull away. 

“Why did I bite your lip, detective?” I question.
“Because I tried to take control,” he sighs out.
“That’s right, and you are not in control tonight.”
“No ma’am. I’m sorry,” he says quietly.
“I’ll let it slide this time.” I wink at him.

I lean back in and begin sucking and nipping my way from the corner of his lips, along his jaw, and down his neck. Jonathan’s hands remain on my hips, squeezing lightly at every suck and nip. 

“Mmmm,” he groans out.

My inner dominant purrs in pleasure at hearing him groan at my touch.

I make my way down to his nipples. Looking up at him, I take one into my mouth and begin swirling my tongue around it, sucking hard as I reach over and pinch the other with my hand. I can feel his heart beating out of his chest.

“Oh God, that feels so good, Melek,” he hisses.

Moving from one side to the other, I begin sucking and nipping on his other hard nipple while slowly rolling the other one between my fingers.

“Ahh mmm,” he moans, inhaling a sharp breath at the feeling of my teeth on his nipple.

Needing more, I slowly release his nipple from my mouth and sit up. His eyes are completely black with lust and fixated on me as I slowly slide his hardness between my wet folds. His mouth falls open as his eyes flutter closed. The feeling of his hardness on my pulsing bud sends a shiver over my entire body as I begin to slide up and down his length.

“Fuck, Camilla,” Jonathan sighs, his fingers digging into my arse.
“Mmmm, you’re so hard, baby,” I moan, licking my lips.

I reach back and begin massaging his balls, rolling them in my hand as I continue to slide up and down his shaft. Our moans bounce off the walls, you almost can’t tell who is moaning. We are completely in sync. Jonathan’s hips buck slightly in an attempt to slide inside me. I push his hips back into the bed hard and, at the same time, tug on his balls hard. He submits quickly.

As much as I don’t want him to take control, I can no longer control myself. I pull his hands off my hips and quickly turn myself around. My back now facing his chest. 

Slowly I lift myself up and line his hardness up with my entrance. I slide down, a sharp pain hits me as I take all of him in. I hear Jonathan suck in air and wither under me. I sit for a moment, adjusting to his size. The pain turns into a pulsing, intense pleasure that causes my mouth to fall open, letting out a soft lusty moan. Leaning forward, I place my hand on the bed between Jonathan’s legs and begin slowly rolling my hips back and forth. Jonathan’s hands gently slide up the side of my legs coming to a rest on top of my arse. He presses down on my hips, pushing himself deeper inside me.

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“That’s it melek, fuck that’s it,” he groans, pushing his head back into the bed.
“You like that, baby?” I purr.
“Fuck yes, Jesus Christ,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Good,” I moan out.

Building up some speed, I lift myself almost all the way off him before pushing myself back down on him hard. His fingers dig onto my hips as  I grind myself against him, forcing him deeper than he has ever been.

“Jesus, Jonathan. You feel so fucking good,” I moan loudly.

One of Jonathan’s hands leaves my hip and I hear him begin to suck on one of his fingers. 

Before I get a chance to turn around and see what he’s doing, I feel his thumb circling my other hole.

“May I?” He asks quietly.
“Mmmhmm,” I breathe out.

The moment the words fall from my lips, I feel his thumb enter. Instant pressure and mind-numbing pleasure overloads all my senses. He gently presses down, forcing me to sit up straight.

“OH FUCK!” I moan loudly.

My entire core tightens, pressure and butterflies build in my stomach. Before I know it, everything goes black, my ears begin to ring as heat floods over me. 

“That’s it, melek, cum for me,” Jonathan purrs.

My moans become erratic and loud as I feel my entire core explode, and my body shakes violently. 

Jonathan doesn’t stop, he continues the rhythm I had built up, his thumb still applying pressure as he does. As I come down, he slows until he has completely stopped.

So much for being in control, I think to myself.

I lay back on Jonathan’s chest panting; my entire body pulsating from what just happened.

“That was fucking hot,” Jonathan whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around me.
“My God,” I breathe out.
“First time for that as well, melek?”
“Yeees,” I close my eyes, trying to get my breathing under control.

Jonathan lets out a small chuckle as he slowly turns me over so I’m now facing him. With what energy I have left, I lift myself slightly and look down.

“Oh no, not again,” I sigh.

Jonathan props himself up on his elbows, looks down, and smiles. “I’ve told you before, it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He wraps his arm around my back and sits up.

I wrap my arms and legs around him as I adjust myself to the new position we’re in.

“I-” Jonathan cuts me off.
“Shh, I don’t wanna hear another word about it, ok?” He says, brushing the hair off my face.
“Ok,” I reply quietly.
“Now, I believe it’s my turn,” he smirks.
“I believe it is, detective,” I smirk back at him.
“Good,” he says as he claims my lips, sliding back inside me.

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I moan into his mouth at the same time as Jonathan lets out a low groan from his chest. Both of us enjoying the feeling of him being inside me again.

He begins to slowly move in and out of me as he presses my hips hard into him. Every single inch of him is filling me. My head falls back as my moans fill the room.

“You’re so fucking tight, melek,” Jonathan moans loudly.
“Mmmmm, right there,” I purr.

Jonathan speeds up, holding me tight against his chest as he thrusts into me hard and fast. 

“I’m going to cum, Jesus,” he says through gritted teeth.

Within seconds, he coats my walls completely.

“Mmmm,” I moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside me.

Jonathan buries his face in my chest, panting and shaking under me.

“Are you ok?” I whisper as I kiss the side of his face.
“I think so,” he pants out.
“Good,” I giggle as I wrap my arms around him.

We both sit there for a few moments, Jonathan still inside of me. Neither of us in any hurry to move. Both still trying to steady our breathing and get our bodies back under control. 

I pull Jonathan face up so he’s now looking at me. “Wanna pass me your towel?” I smile.

“Oh right, yes,” he replies quietly. “Don’t move till I have it, ok?”
“Ok.” 

He leans over slowly, keeping me in place, and grabs the towel. Placing the towel between us, he slowly pulls out of me and I instantly feel his cum dribble out. Jonathan quickly places the towel in place and gently wipes up our mess. The sensation from the towel causes goosebumps all over my body. Once I’m as clean as I can get, Jonathan cleans himself up and tosses the towel into my washing basket.

“Shower, melek?”
“Please,” I smile at him.