Three months. That’s how long it’s been since I met Jonathan. My life is completely different now and to be honest, if you had told me 4 months or even a year ago I would be dating the love of my life, I would have laughed in your face. It’s been quite the adjustment for the both of us. My work has me home all the time whereas Jonathan’s has him gone at all times of day and night which makes a relationship hard to manage. We are doing the very best we can, and it seems to be working. I miss him when I don’t see him, but I know what is on his shoulders and I won’t add more pressure on him by demanding time that he just doesn’t have at the moment. The time we do spend together is cherished and we try to do normal couple things like going to the movies, hanging out with friends and sometimes just lying in bed all day reading. 

Today however is the 3-month anniversary of when we met and I don’t care what time he’s working until tonight, we are going to spend it together whether it be just sleeping. 

“Eeeeeeee!” I squeal out. 

“Urrrrgggggh! It’s too early for your shit, Cami,” Kay snorts, rolling over. “I’m seeing my man tonight, bitch,” I retort. 

“Good for you, Now leave me in peace,” Kay grumbles, throwing the blanket over her head. “Why are we friends?” I reply sarcastically. 

“Because no one else can tolerate your ugly personality,” she huffs from under the blankets. “Wow! You’re a real arsehole in the morning,” I poke her in the side. 

“Fuck off!” she squeals at me. 

“Fine! I’ll go to the market on my own then,” I pout. 

“Ok, have fun,” she chimes back. 

Urgh, I hate this bitch. I think to myself as I throw the blankets back and start getting ready. 

Today I’ve decided to go for a white summery dress sporting black polka dots with puffy sleeves and a cut out at the sides of the waist and back. It stops just above my knees and flares out slightly. I’m matching it with a pair of nude wedges, a simple blown-out hairstyle, and nude lippy. The perfect outfit for the market and date night. 

Walking out of the bathroom I see Kay still in bed. I’ll get this bitch up! Sneaking over to the side of the bed, I grab a pillow off the floor and line her up. 

“GET. THE. FUCK. UP!” I yell as I beat every part of her body that I can see. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Kay screams. “I HATE YOU!” 

“GET. UP!” I continue beating her with the pillow. 

“OK, OK! FUCK! I’m up,” she kicks at me. 

“Good! Lock the door on your way out,” I smile at her as I grab my bag and head for the door. 

“I hope you get hit by a car!” Kay yells from the bedroom.

“Love you too, Kay kay,” I taunt as I close the door behind me. 

LATE AFTERNOON 

I’m exhausted from the market, that place burns a hole in my pocket every time I go, but I want to make Jonathan my signature traditional spaghetti bolognese and that requires only the best of ingredients. I put all the bags down on the counter and quickly run to the bathroom to give myself a once over before I call an Uber and head over to Jon’s. 

As I walk to the bathroom I see a note on my bed from Kay. 

“This bitch,” I mumble as I throw the note back on the bed. 

I will admit it has been a hot minute since me and Jon last had sex, but if I’m honest it doesn’t really bother me. If all we had was a relationship based on sex, then it wouldn’t be a relationship. What we have is much deeper than that. We’re each other’s best friends. 

After a once over in the mirror, I book my uber. 

“Let’s get this show on the road,” I say to myself as I grab the groceries off the counter and head outside. 

Jon’s POV 

Today is exactly 3 months since I met Camilla and I have a feeling she thought I had forgotten. I may be busy, but I could never forget the day I met my angel. About a month ago, while she was sleeping, I found her stash of Eddie Strong pictures under her bed. My girl is a fan of The Dark Knights* and it so happens that I know their manager. 

“Detective Harris,” Mara says quietly from behind my office door
“Come in, Mara,” I called to her as I got up from my desk. 

Mara opens the door and peeks her head in. 

“Mrs. Teri Hayes is here to see you,” she smiles.
“Oh, brilliant, Mara, send her in,” I smile back at her.
“Of course, detective,” she replies. 

After a few moments, Mara returns. “Right this way Mrs. Hayes” 

“Please, call me Teri.”
“Of course, Mrs. Hay… Teri,” Mara nervously smiles as she closes the door. 

Teri Hayes, manager of The Dark Knights and baddest woman in the show biz and she dressed the part as well. Almost as tall as me, she projects sophistication and power but it’s not her height that does that; it’s her ice-blue eyes, they pierce your soul. Teri is known for her ever-changing hair colour and today is no exception. She has her purple locks pulled back into a messy ponytail, a turtleneck beige long sleeve crop top, her gold locket that she never takes off, blue ripped jeans, and matching beige ankle boots. The one thing you will never see Teri wearing is inch-thick makeup. She doesn’t need it because she is naturally a stunning woman. I met Teri when I was in my last year as a beat cop. The Dark Knights were in town for a show and called in some extra security. However, that night, the fans broke through the barrier as the boys were leaving out the back entrance. I managed to get them out before the hoards got to them. To my surprise, Teri showed up at my precinct the next day to personally thank me and the rest is history. 

“How are you, detective?” Teri asks as she strolls up and plonks herself down in the chair across from my desk. 

“What? No hug?” I ask sarcastically.
“You should be so lucky,” she replies with equal sarcasm
“Ooofff the salt, Teri,” I chuckle, sitting down.
“It’s the hubby,” she rolls her eyes.
“Snoring again?” 

Teri doesn’t answer, just sighs and rolls her eyes. 

“My brother is a pharmacist, remember? I could get you something strong.” I joke. “Don’t tempt me,” she giggles.
“Well, even with lack of sleep you still look beautiful,” I wink at her.
“Yeah ok,” she rolls her eyes while trying to stifle a laugh.
“I haven’t missed that sassy attitude,” I tease.
“I haven’t missed your cheesy comments,” she throws back. 

We both start laughing at the pure ridiculousness of our conversation. 

“Now, if you’re done trying to flatter me, Jonathan…” She smirks. “I have your girl’s tickets,” she leans forward and slides them across my desk. “I went the extra mile and had the boys sign the back.” 

I lean forward and take the tickets; I flip them over and see VIP written on them and Axel and Eddie’s signatures on the back. 

Camilla’s going to die when she sees these, I think to myself. 

“Thank you, Teri. Camilla is going to flip out when she sees these.” 

“Not a problem. Remember to tell Camilla and Kaylee to arrive an hour before the show starts. I’ll have security waiting to take them back to the VIP area. The band likes to have a bit of a meet and greet before the show, so they will be waiting for them,” she says with a wink. 

“Jesus, Teri! You didn’t need to go that far,” I get up from my chair and walk around to her chair.
“It’s not a problem at all. You saved the band’s life that night. I owe you,” she says smiling, standing from her chair.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I pull her into a reluctant hug.
“Of course,” she says back quietly. “Well, that’s about enough of that, I have shit to do,” she says, pulling back.
“Of course,” I smirk at her.
“Call me, ok?” She smiles
“I will and thank you again.”
“Have a good day, detective.” She throws over her shoulder as she opens the door. “You too!” I call to her as she shuts the door behind her. 

Camilla’s POV 

“Right, I think the table is done,” I say to myself as I stand back and give it another once over. 

I have 5 minutes and he’ll be home. Let’s dish this pasta up. I think to myself as I head back to the kitchen. 

Twisting the pasta into the bowls, I hear the door unlock. My stomach instantly turns to butterflies. No matter how long we have been together Jonathan still gives me butterflies. 

“Wow, Camilla,” he calls from the door. “It smells incredible in here, melek.” “Good! I hope it tastes as amazing as it smells!” I call over my shoulder as I put the final touches on the plate. 

It’s only seconds after I put the bowls down that Jonathan pulls me into his arms and claims my lips. Caught off guard, it takes me a moment to realise what he’s doing and grant him access. The moment I do, his grip on my waist tightens and his tongue begins swirling around in my mouth. He’s kissing me with such intensity that a small moan escapes my lips. I feel him smirk against my lips as he begins to slow his pace. 

“You look gorgeous, Melek” he says quietly as he pulls away.
“Christ! I think that kiss literally took my breath away.”
“Sorry, Melek. I’ve just missed those lips,” he says as he moves up and kisses me lightly on my forehead.
“I’ve missed yours as well,” I smile nervously. 

He looks down at me smiling softly. 

God, I love this man. I think to myself. 

As always, Jonathan looks mouth-wateringly sexy, but tonight even more so. He’s wearing a dark blue plain shirt, grey wool blazer, his NYPD badge around his neck accompanied by a wooden bead necklace, a thick silver bracelet around his wrist, his hair half up half down, dark blue stonewashed jeans, and his classic brown slip-on boots.

Fuck! He looks and smells MOUTHWATERING! My inner voice purrs. 

I cooked! We’re eating first, bitch! I yell back. 

“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Starving,” a dirty smile pulls at the corner of his lips
“I meant for food, ya pervert,” I pull away from him and walk over to the table. “I was talking about food,” he says, feigning honesty as he takes his coat off and hangs it over the back of his chair.
“Yeah, and I’m the queen of England,” I roll my eyes at him.
“You’re my queen,” he shoots me a devilish grin.
“If you don’t sit and eat this food, I’m throwing yours out,” I retort.
“Alright, alright.” He throws his hands up in surrender.
“Mmmhmmm,” I reply in full sass. 

Before I get a chance to pull my chair out, Jonathan takes one step and he’s behind me pulling it out. 

“Thank you, kind sir,” I say in my best British accent. 

As he sits, he lets out a deep chuckle. “I’ll never get tired of you saying that,” he continues to laugh. 

“I aim to impress,” I flick my hair to the side as I shoot him a wink.
“This table and meal look absolutely beautiful, Melek. Thank you for doing all this.” He takes my hand and interlaces our fingers.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
“I love you,” he says as he brings my hand to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. “I love you too,” I smile softly at him.
“Shall we eat?” he asks sweetly.
“Absolutely,” I reply, trying to not sound nervous as this is my first time cooking for him and I really want him to like it. 

I sit there nervously watching Jonathan take his first bite. His eyes widen and the first thing I do is begin panicking. 

“I’m sor-“ I begin to say but Jonathan cuts me off. 

“Camilla, this is delicious. You must cook for me more.” He leans over and kisses the side of my head.
“Oh, ummm I’d love to,” I smile nervously at him as he continues to devour his meal. 

I quietly sit there eating my meal and watch Jonathan lick his plate clean. I’ve never been so happy. I know it’s just a meal, but it’s not just any meal, it’s the first meal I have made for Jonathan and he loved it. My ego is at 100% at the moment. 

“Let me clean this up, Melek. You go pick a movie or just relax,” he says, getting up and taking my plate.

As he walks away, I take a moment to admire that fine arse. As my eyes travel up to his face, I notice he has a braid in his hair. 

“Uuuhhh, sir, who did that braid right there?” I enquire as I point at the side of his head. “Oh,” he turns around. “Detective Rossi’s nieces, Dahria and Daiana stopped by the office today and were obsessed with the man with ‘girl hair,’” he chuckles. 

“Well, I have to say, I’m a little jealous. That braid is perfect,” I cross my arms across my chest and pretend to pout.
“You can braid my hair whenever you want, Melek,” he winks at me before turning around and continuing to load the dishwasher up.
“Ya damn right,” I threw back cheekily. 

“Get your sexy arse in that lounge and pick a movie,” he says over his shoulder with a sly smirk on his face. 

“This man,” I mutter to myself as I turn and head for the lounge. 

I’m stopped dead in my tracks. He has a new bookcase. 

Wait, when did he get that, I think to myself as I stand there sussing it out. 

I walk over and run my hand along the wood, it’s SO soft and smooth. I’ve never felt anything like it and of course, it’s taller than me, but then EVERYTHING Jonathan has is taller than me. 

In classic Jonathan style, it’s simple in its design. The wood is thicker than your usual bookshelf type, it’s a dark brown colour and has a good amount of space for the number of books Jonathan has accumulated since he’s met me. At the bottom, it has 3 pull-out draws which I’m guessing are for photo albums and other personal things. 

“What do you think?” Jonathan asks from behind me. 

“Shit!” I almost jumped out of my skin. “I thought you were in the kitchen?” I turn around quickly, not realising how close he is and I immediately crash into Jonathan’s hard chest and almost lose my footing. 

“Woah! Slow down their speed racer,” Jonathan wraps his hands around my waist and holds me steady.
“You’ve gotta stop sneaking up on me like that,” I give him a light shove. It literally doesn’t faze him.
“Sorry, Melek,” he replies sweetly.
“And to answer your question, I do.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “When did you get it?” “It was delivered yesterday morning while I was at work,” he looks past me and at the bookcase.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you, Melek,” he says as his gaze comes back to meet mine.
“I can’t help but feel like you have been trying to get me in this position all night, detective,” I tease.

He walks me backward until I feel the bookcase against the back of my legs. “Maybe,” he says playfully. 

His eyes immediately go dark with lust as he watches me, waiting for a reaction. I teasingly bite down on my bottom lip as I tilt my head to the side and smile softly at him. One of his hands moves from my waist and grabs my chin as he places his thumb on my bottom lip and lightly pulls it out from between my teeth. He’s watching my every movement like a lion watching his prey move unwittingly through the grass. I can tell he’s waiting for me to give him permission to let his beast out to play. 

My entire body is on fire and I’m done playing games. I need him inside me. 

Without saying a word, I make quick work of getting his jeans off. The moment they hit the floor, his hands are under my dress pulling my panties off. I grab his shirt and move it out of the way as I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. Jonathan presses me hard against the bookcase, his hands firmly on my arse. I reach down between us and grab his hardness and begin rubbing it between my wet folds, coating him in my wetness. He lets out a low growl as I do this. 

Fuck, I love it when he does that, I think to myself as I line his head up with my opening and slowly slide down the length of his cock. 

“Oooooh, fuck!” I moan as my eyes close, and my head falls back. 

I’m completely full, he has stretched me to my limits and though it hurts, it’s also complete ecstasy. I reach up and tangle my hand in the back of his hair. My other hand stretches out and grabs onto the bookcase making me feel grounded. 

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Slowly, I begin rolling my hips against him. Jonathan lets out quiet grunts as he buries his face in my neck. 

“I’ve missed you, Melek,” Jonathan breathes out.
“I’ve missed you too,” I moan, licking my lips. 

As I begin to speed up, Jonathan’s beast takes over and he begins thrusting into me relentlessly. Everything on the bookshelf begins falling to the floor around us with every thrust. 

“Jesus, Camilla,” he grunts as he grabs my head and presses our foreheads together. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I look into his eyes pleading. 

Within minutes of me begging him not to stop, my stomach begins to tighten. I tighten my legs around his waist as my walls also tighten around Jonathan’s cock, forcing him to slow his thrusts. Heat rushes through my entire body, pins, and needles prickle my toes as I squeeze them tightly. All of a sudden everything goes quiet and I can feel myself crying out as the full intensity of my orgasm ripples through me.

“That’s it, Melek,” Jonathan puffs out as he lightly kisses my neck. “Mmmm, fuck! I’m going to cum as well,” he grunts, thrusting into me hard. 

I feel his entire body become tense around me as he spills his seed inside me, coating my walls completely. My walls contract sending a chill through my entire body as he does. Jonathan holds me in place as we both try to control our breathing. 

“Christ,” Jonathan breathes out, resting his head on my chest. 

“Christ is right,” I puff out as I rest my head on top of his.

A massive thank you goes out to my beautiful author and friend Teri Hayes for letting me borrow her boys from her story My Dark Knight. Teri’s stories can be found on the interactive app, Episode, and you can also find her on IG @teri.hayes.episode