Monday morning

“What are you doing?” Jon inquires.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I reply with a little sarcasm behind my words.
“I think you’re fiddling with my ear,” he says quietly.
“Then why ask what I’m doing?”
“Because I wanted to know what you think you’re doing.”
“Well, now you know,” I giggle.
“Yes, now I know,” he chuckles.

We lay there for a few moments in silence as I watched him reading a book.

“Whatcha reading?” I look up at him.

Wedging his finger to keep his spot, he turns the book to see the cover. “The Incredible Adventures of Camilla and the Ear,” he laughs.

“Oh, ha, ha, detective,” I slap his shoulder.
“Go easy there, Mohammad Ali,” he smirks at me.
“That’s it! No more ear fiddles for you.” I tug at his ear as I let go.
“Ow!” He says, placing the book on his chest. “Oh, come on, Melek, I was kidding”
“Nope, you’ve done your dash, mate.” I fold my arms in front of me.
“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” Jonathan gives me puppy dog eyes.
“Pff, you’re lucky you’re cute,” I roll my eyes at him.
“Thank you, Melek,” Jonathan says as he leans down and kisses the top of my head.

As I go back to fiddling with his ear, I see Jonathan smiling out of the corner of my eye. He may think it’s weird, but he likes it.

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“So, what are you ACTUALLY reading?” I take a peek inside the book.
“Elysium Of A God.*”
“Oh, I just bought that book the other day. I haven’t had a chance to read it yet.” I sit up slightly. “Is it good? I’ve heard it’s incredible.”
“It’s brilliant, I’m digging Apollo.”
“Shhhhh,” I slap my hand over Jon’s mouth. “Don’t ruin it for me,” I shake my head at him in pretend disappointment.
“Oops, sorry, Melek. I won’t breathe another word, I promise.”
“Aren’t you working today?” I reply sarcastically.
“What, do you want me to leave ‘cos I almost ruined your book?” He looks at me, faining hurt.
“Maybe.”
“It’s like a knife to the heart Melek, I’m forever wounded,” he chuckles, placing the book back on my desk. “And to answer your question, I have today off because I’m on a stake-out tonight”
“So that means I have you all to myself all day?” I purr at him.
“You do, Melek.” his eyes turn dark.
“Hmmm, now what to do with that information?” I smirk at him.

Within seconds Jonathan has me pinned under him. “I can think of a few things,” he whispers as he begins leaving hot, wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“Mmmm, I-” my phone cuts me off.
“Ignore it,” Jonathan mumbles as his hand makes its way up the inside of my shirt and begins massaging my breast.

My phone continues to ring and ring on the side table. Jonathan collapses on top of me, sighing in frustration.

“We’re not done here,” my tone stern as Jonathan rolls off me, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I reach over and grab my phone, unlock it and answer.

“Guess who’s marking art for ya girls café?”
“Kay, this really isn’t a good time. Can I call you back?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” she screeches down the phone.

I pull the phone away from the ear and cover the mic. “I’m so sorry, Jon,” I say quietly. He turns, shoots me a wink, and then heads for the kitchen. 

“Are you there?” Kay yells down the phone.
“Yes Kay, I’m here.”
“Are you going to guess?”
“I don’t know, Pennywise?”
“Who?”
“Pennywise. Ya know the creepy clown that stalks kids and holds the red balloon?” I giggle.
“No, what? No. It’s Jennifer Cadieux,” she squeals.
“Oh, wow. That’s awesome, babe.”
“Can you believe it? The. Jennifer. Cadieux is going to do ART for my CAFÉ.”
“How did you pull that off?”
“I didn’t, Stefan did. She did work for his coffee shop in Canada and is now working on some custom pieces for the new restaurant he’s working at now.”
“I’m so happy for you, Kay.”
“Can you believe it? I’m going to have custom Jennifer Cadieux pieces in MY café, Cami! Me! Little old Kaylee from Brooklyn.”
“Congratulations, babe.”
“Thank you, bestie. Oh, by the way, I need a favour.”
“Anything, Kay.” I lean over and watch Jonathan busying himself in the kitchen.
“Can you go down to Jen’s studio and give her my café colours? Oh, and pick some frames to go with the art pieces when they are done?”
“Today?”
“Yes, Camilla, today! Like right now!” She orders down the phone.
“Oh my God, ok. Jesus, Kay,” I roll my eyes.
“Thank you, Cami. I gotta go, but text me when you’re done ok?”
“Ok, do I need-” Kay hangs up.

“Wow! I feel used,” I mutter to myself as I put my phone back on the table and head into the kitchen.

Jonathan is cutting fruit up and humming away to himself as I walk up behind him. 

Let’s tease him a little, I think to myself as I slowly take off my shirt, throwing it on the counter behind me.

“I should be the one making you breakfast, detective,” wrapping my arms around his waist, I softly kiss down his naked back.

“You keep kissing me like that and you’ll get more than just breakfast,” Jonathan replies playfully as he turns around in my arms.

A devilish smile appears on his face as he looks down at me, taking in my black lacy bra and matching panties.

We’ve hooked him! Don’t stop now! My inner voice giggles in delight.

“Hmmm, is that right, detective?” I look up at him seductively, running my hand from his waist to the bulge now forming in his underwear.

Rubbing him slowly, I stand up on my tippy toes and whisper in his ear. “I have to say, these tight jockeys are really doing it for me,” I pull away and bite down on my bottom lip.

Jonathan’s mouth falls open as he lets out a small moan at my every stroke. Without warning, he leans down and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my arse hard, causing me to let out a loud yelp.

“Where are you taking me, detective?” I yell as he continues to stride through my house.
“Table,” his answer short.
“Wait, what?”

He doesn’t answer but instead drops me to my feet in front of my dining table.

“Well, I have to say, detective-“

I don’t get to finish my sentence. Jonathan slams his lips on mine with such force that it pushes me back onto the table. In order to stop myself from falling, I lift myself up onto the table. 

A small whimper escapes my lips as his lips leave mine and begin trailing down my neck.

Not even half a second after making it up onto the table, I feel a snap as Jonathan tears my panties from my body.

“Hey! Those were my favourite lace panties, Mr.” I growl through pouty lips.
“I’ll buy you some more,” he leans in to kiss me again.
“You can’t just ‘buy some more, they were comfy and worn in,” I pull back from his advances.
“Is there any way I can make it up to you, Melek?” He says, running his hand up my inner thigh.
“I-” I breathe out.
“What’s that, Melek?” He looks at me as his finger slides in between my wet folds.
“I.. Mmmmm,” I moan as my head falls back.

Jonathan chuckles quietly as he begins rubbing my aching bud between his fingers.

“Ahh, mmmm,” I whimper as I lick my lips, trying to get some kind of moisture to them.

Leaning forward, Jonathan begins sucking on my hard nipple through the lace of my bra. As I go to bury my hand in his hair, I realise he still has it in a bun.

This has gotta go, I think to myself.

I quickly pull the hair tie out, his hair falling in his face. I use my hand as a comb and feed it through my fingers, burying my hand in it.

“Fuck,” I stutter, squeezing my eyes closed hard as Jonathan bites down softly on my nipple while still rubbing my aching bud. The two together cause a cold flush to rush over me, goosebumps appear, covering every inch of exposed skin.

Jonathan releases my nipple from his warm mouth and, reaching up softly, pulls my chin down to meet his lusty gaze.

“Tell me what you want, Melek,” he whispers, a devilish grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“I want you to fuck me on this table,” I purr at him, my tongue teasing his lips.
“Are you sure about this, Melek?” His words more of a warning than a question.
“Mmhmm,” I smirk at him.
“This won’t be like our first time,” he warns.
“Oh, I know detective,” I wink at him.

His eyes go dark as he looks at me. I can see the beast has come out to play and I’m more than ready to play.

“Take your bra off,” he growls, his eyes never leaving mine.

I make quick work of unhooking my bra and throwing it to the floor. Jonathan pulls his underwear down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Jonathan pulls me harshly to the edge. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slowly presses it between my folds, coating himself in my wetness. 

“I need you inside me,” I beg.

He dips the tip of his cock inside my opening. 

“Mmmm yes,” I hiss.

Pulling the tip out, he lines up again and thrusts into me hard. I cry out at the sudden invasion; his hardness stretching me and filling me completely. My senses become overloaded as the pleasure rushes through my entire body. I fall back onto my elbows as Jonathan’s lips press against my neck again, licking and biting his way down to my collarbone.

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His thrust become harder; every single one going deeper and deeper.

“Fuck me from behind,” I pant out.
“What?” He says through gritted teeth.
“Fuck me from behind,” I repeat.

He pulls out, yanks me off the table, and bends me over. Spreading my legs with his foot, he grabs my waist and slams into me again.

“Oh fuck, yes!” I cry out.
“Oh Jesus, Camilla, fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he slaps my arse.
“Harder!” I yell.

He adjusts his position as I lift one leg up on the chair next to me and thrusts into me again.

“That’s it, baby. Don’t fucking stop,” I moan out.
“I’m going to cum,” Jonathan growls from behind me.
“Cum with m-” Jonathan cuts me off as he lets out a loud growling moan. 

As if my body knew, my walls clamp down on his cock, milking every single bit of his cum out of him while I release all over him and the floor.

Jonathan collapses on my back as I collapse on the table; both of us panting and still coming down from our joint high.

That was just pure, straight down the line sex, and it was fucking incredible! I like the beast in Jon, and I’m going to make sure he comes out more often.

One long shower later, Jonathan and I are clean… For now at least. 

While I get dressed, Jonathan finishes off the breakfast he started before we got down and dirty.

Today I decided to go with dutch pigtail braids, a canary yellow belted dress with delicate white lace outlining the shoulders and pockets. I paired it with nude strappy heels and my peach lip balm. I’m feeling extra girly today.

“The pancakes are done, Melek. Get ’em while they’re hot!” Jonathan calls out.

I finish doing up one of my heels and hop my way to the kitchen trying to get the next shoe on. Not my best idea, but those pancakes smell too amazing to waste a single second messing with shoes.

Just as I get to my kitchen, I manage to get my shoe on and strapped up. I dust my dress off, give my hair a quick once over with my hand, and strut my arse into the kitchen and stand behind Jonathan.

“What do you think, detective?” I purr from behind.

Jonathan turns around, immediately putting the plates down. His eyes slowly move over my body, taking in every little detail.

“Christ, Camilla. You look phenomenal,” he says, leaning down and kissing my cheek.
“Why, thank you, baby. You don’t look too bad yourself,” I shoot him a cheeky wink.
“Don’t do that, Melek. Otherwise, I’ll throw you over my shoulder again and take you to bed,” he cautions, handing me my plate and striding past.

God damn! Why does he have to be sexy all the time? My inner voice purrs.

After breakfast, we stopped in at Jonathan’s place so he could change and then headed over to Jennifer’s studio in Manhattan. We got there quite late because New York traffic SUCKS! By the time we arrive, Jennifer has left for the afternoon and only her assistant Millie was there. I handed over Kay’s café colour scheme and then picked frames based on those colours. Every now and then, Jonathan would weigh in on the frames. I really liked having his input. It made me think about us having our own home and picking colours for the interior, and maybe even a nursery.

I know we haven’t been together long, but when I think about my future, he’s in it. I’ll keep these thoughts to myself, for now, I don’t want to scare him off. Let’s hope my brain listens and my mouth doesn’t blurt it out at the wrong time. The battle is real!

On our way back home, we pulled in at Lucali* to grab a late afternoon snack. Lucali* pizza is the BEST pizza place in all of New York and Brooklyn. I love the old-school look of their shop; with the green, beige, and red striped awning out the front, the wood floors and brick walls, the beautiful lighting that sets the mood the moment you walk in, to the traditional pizza oven that fills the room with the incredible smells of meats and spices. It is a real experience eating here. I have always left Lucali* fat and satisfied.

“What would you like, Melek?” Jonathan asks, looking down at me.

“I’d like to know what you’re having first, because if you order a pizza with pineapple on it…” I step away from him, “we are done, Mr.” My tone is harsh as I put my hand up in front of me, blocking his view.

“I’m hurt you would think so little of me,” he grabs his chest and stumbles backward laughing.
“Don’t even play with me, boy,” I sass him.
“No pineapple, I promise,” he crosses his heart, smiling at me.
“Lucky,” I glare at him.
“Come here you sassy little thing.” He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest, kissing me softly on the lips. “Now, what would you like, Melek?”
“Hmmm,” I turn my head to the menu behind the counter on the wall. “I’ll have a pepperoni, mushroom, and onion pizza with mozzarella cheese, please.”
“Yum. I think I’ll have the same, Melek,” Jonathan winks at me.

Once we get our pizza, we head outside.

“After you, Melek,” Jonathan says, opening the door and standing to the side.
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” I smile up at him.

We quickly find a seat and, as always, Jonathan pulls my chair out for me. Every time he does that, it makes me blush. I have never been treated like such a princess in my entire life.

Jonathan and I waste no time devouring our pizza, to the point of burning our mouths. I close my eyes and breathe in the evening smell of Brooklyn; it’s a mixture of the Tilia trees with a hint of winter approaching. It’s a unique smell that I never tire of.

“Camilla?” Jonathan says quietly.
“Hmmmm?” I hum, turning and opening my eyes slowly.
“You have pizza sauce on your face,” he reaches forward to wipe it off.
“What?” I pull back.
“You have pizza sauce on your face,” he repeats.
“Of all the things you could have said at this moment, you chose to tell me I have pizza sauce on my face?”
“Would you rather me not tell you?”
“No, but I was having a moment. You could have said, “Camilla, the angle of the evening sun makes you look like an angel,” I tease.
“Oh, let me rephrase. Camilla, the angle of the evening sun makes you look like a true angel,” he chuckles.
“That’s better,” I reply sarcastically.

We both burst out laughing, causing all the people lined up outside to look at us like we’re insane. I love that I can joke with Jonathan like this and he gets it. 

“Come here, Melek. Let me get that sauce.” 

I lean over and he lightly brushes his thumb back and forth until the sauce is gone. Every single time he touches me, whether it be his hand on my back, a light brush of his leg, or him tucking hair behind my ear, it always sends shivers down my spine. I have never experienced this feeling before him, and I don’t think I could ever live without it now.

As we get back in the car, Jonathan turns to me and says, “Did you want me to drop you home, or are did you want to stay at my place tonight, Melek?”

“Your place, baby,”

I have no intention of going back to my place if he isn’t going to be there tonight. I want to be in his bed, wrapped up in his smell.

As we pull into the secure car park under his building, it hits me that he is going out to do something that could potentially turn bad. My stomach drops. What if something were to happen to him tonight? What if this is the last time I will speak to him?

The moment he turns the engine off, I climb over the center console and onto his lap. Jonathan shifts in his seat, giving my legs room to slide down beside him. I place one hand on the back of his seat and the other on his cheek. One of Jonathan’s hands holds me tightly on the base of my back, while the other slides up my thigh, under my dress exposing my lace panties. His deep brown eyes searching mine as worry spreads across his face.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know.”

I watch as relief washes over his face.

“I love you too, Melek. I have since the moment I saw you,” he says quietly, smiling at me.

My heart leaps out of my chest and my stomach is a flurry with butterflies.

He loves me, I think to myself.

I pull his lips to mine. There is no battle in this kiss; it’s slow, emotional, and passionate. Jonathan’s hand slowly massages my bum as our tongues dance together in perfect sync, like we have been doing this for years. Something in this moment changed for both of us. I felt our souls connecting with each other and becoming one.

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Pulling away slowly, Jonathan rests his forehead against mine.

“Say it again,” Jonathan says quietly.
“I love you, Jonathan Reid Harris,” I smile softly at him.
“I love you too, Camilla Evelyn Adams, my Melek.“

SIDE NOTE: A massive thank you goes out to one of my favourite authors on Episode, the lovely Claire, for letting me use her beautiful story ‘Elysium Of A God’ as the book Jonathan is reading. All of Claires stories can be found on the interactive app, Episode, and you can also find her on IG @cmm_episodes =)