Jonathan’s POV

After a long hot bath with Camilla, she crawls into bed and falls asleep almost immediately. I’ll never get sick of seeing her tangled up in my sheets. This is the first time she has slept naked in our bed. Camilla has always slept with her comfy undies on and either my shirt or her university sweater on. She never sleeps naked. In the time I have been with Camilla, she has constantly pointed out all the things she hates the most about her body and I’ve made it my full-time job to remind her just how unbelievably beautiful and sexy she is. Every dimple, every stretch mark, every blemish, right down to the baby hairs she tries so desperately to tuck behind her ears when she thinks I’m not watching. 

Careful not to wake her, I stand quietly next to the bed and watch as her chest slowly rises and falls as she sleeps peacefully. Seeing her naked and at peace makes me so happy. Camilla is and will always be the most beautiful and precious angel I have ever had the privilege of sharing this life with. 

Fuck the cleaning, I think to myself as I slowly slide in next to Camilla. 

Finding a comfortable position, I slowly lower myself down next to her, pulling a bit of the sheet with me as I do. She smells incredible and I can’t help but bury my face in her hair as I lightly slide my hand across her back and let it rest on the bed next to her. I’m not sure if it is her smell or the soft beat of her heart but I could barely keep my eyes open. 

“Goodnight, Melek, I love you,” I manage to whisper before my eyes close and sleep overtakes me. 

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Camilla’s POV

Hearing a phone vibrate on the side table and knowing it’s not anyone I know that would ring me at the arse crack of the morning, I lazily elbow Jonathan in the side attempting to wake him. 

“Jon,” I mumble. 

No response. 

“Urgh,” I roll my eyes. 

So much for being a detective, I think to myself. 

“Jonathan,” I elbow him harder.
“Mmmm,” he murmurs.
“Your phone is ringing,” I mumble.

Half asleep, he leans over me and, using his free hand, grabs his phone. “It’s my brother, Emir,” he mumbles, laying back down and pulling me onto his chest. I snuggle into him as places his phone on the bed next to him. 

“I’m going to put it on speaker, Melek. Is that, ok?” he asks as he rubs his eyes. “Yep,” I snuggle into him. 

Jonathan lightly kisses me on the head before he answers Emir’s call. 

“Briader (brother)?”
“Erkek kardeşim, nasılsın? (My brother, how are you?)” Emir chimes down the phone in his thick Turkish accent. 

Oooofff, guess who going to be speaking Turkish next time we have sex, I think to myself as I feel Jonathan start playing with my hair. 

“Iyiyim kardeşim (I’m ok) let’s use English, Camilla is here.”
“Of course, brother. Sorry.” 

“Is everything ok with mum and dad?” Jonathan inquires with a nervous tone to his voice. “Yes, brother, they are fine. I’m ringing because Sapphire and I are engaged,” Emir says proudly through the phone. 

“Oh wow, brother! Congratulations!”
“Thank you, I’m very happy,” Emir says excitedly.
“It’s about time you made Sapphire an honest woman,” Jonathan teases.
“That is exactly what I said, Jonathan,” Sapphire says in the background. 

Jonathan begins to chuckle as I lean over him and say, “Congratulations Emir and Sapphire.”

“Thank you, Camilla,” Emir and Sapphire reply. 

Laying back down on Jon’s chest I grab his hand and place it back in my hair. He looks down at me, knowing what I want. Smiling, he starts playing with my hair again. 

“We are coming to New York this week and we want to celebrate with you and Camilla,” Emir says excitedly. 

“That would be wonderful, brother, it has been too long,” Jonathan grins from ear to ear.

“Brilliant! I will text you the details when we have them.” 

“Awesome, we can’t wait,” I chime in. 

“I’ll let you get back to whatever it is you youngsters do,” Emir chuckles down the phone. “You mean sleeping ‘cos it’s 7 am?” Jonathan chuckles 

“Is that what you are calling it these days?” Emir teases.
“Fuck off, brother!” Jonathan retorts.
“Ok, that’s our cue to go. I love you and see you soon.”
“Yes, you too brother,” Jonathan replies.

Hanging up the phone, Jonathan tosses it on the side table and rolls me over so I’m now facing away from him. Wrapping his arms around me, he starts lightly kissing the back of my shoulders as he buries his face in my hair. 

“That’s good news about your brother,” I softly say.
“Mmm-hmm,” Jonathan mumbles.
“I can’t wait to meet him and Sapphire.” 

I wait for a few moments, but he doesn’t answer. I peek over my shoulder and see he is fast asleep. Smiling, I close my eyes and do the same thing. 

Late morning

Looking at the clock, I realise it’s 10 am. I untangle myself from Jonathan’s arms, careful not to wake him. 

“Christ,” I yawn as I rub my sleepy eyes. 

I need a shower; I think to myself as I slip out of the sheets, grab my white ripped jeans and one of Jonathan’s white button-up shirts from our draws, and quietly creep to the bathroom. 

Closing the door quietly, I grab one of Jonathan’s ridiculously soft towels and chuck it on the end of the sink. Stepping in, I turn the water on and set it to the perfect temperature. I rest my hands against the wall as I dip my head under the hot water. 

“Ooohh, that feels so good,” I sigh as I move my head side to side, letting the water softly massage my neck and shoulders. 

It’s then that I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and Jonathan’s lips on my shoulders. 

“Good morning, Melek,” he whispers in my ear with a frisky tone.
“Morning, baby,” I reply, turning around. 

I have seen this man naked MANY times, but it makes no difference. He is a fine specimen and it’s shocking to think he’s mine. As I watch the water run down his chest to his hard member, I can’t help but lick my lips. My stomach begins to twist into knots as my core heats up. Jonathan spins me around, my back now flush against his chest and his member pressing up against my arse. His hands hold me in place, so I don’t slip. 

Once he feels that I’m stable, he takes my hands in his and slowly places them on the shower wall in front of me. Gliding his left hand up my arm, he softly wraps his hand around my throat, lightly pulling my head back against his chest. I feel his other hand slide down the front of my stomach towards my now aching core. The anticipation of his fingers finding my aching bud causes every muscle in my core to tighten.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Camilla,” he growls in my ear as his fingers find my aching bud and start slowly rubbing it. 

My mouth falls open as I moan softly at the feeling of him rolling my bud between his fingers. Releasing my neck, Jonathan reaches around and begins slowly massaging my breast, stopping every now and then to pinch my hard nipple. 

“Mmmmm,” I groan as I start to grind myself against his hand. 

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you moan for me, Melek,” he says, as he attacks my neck with his lips. 

I can feel myself getting close. Jonathan feels it too and, removing his fingers, grabs the base of his cock and slowly pushes inside me. As Jonathan does this, I hear him let out a slow growl as I inhale a sharp breath at the feeling of his entire length stretching me out. 

Jonathan stands still for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size. I feel his hands lightly hold my waist massaging them before he starts slowly moving in and out of me. My breathing becomes heavier with every push. Our moans are washed away by the sound of the water running between us. Jonathan’s lips find my shoulders again as he begins feathering light kisses from one side to the other. 

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I press my arse into him hard, pushing him deeper into me. I let out a loud moan as I feel his head hit the roof and rub against it hard. 

“I love you, Melek,” Jonathan puffs out between kisses. 

“I love you too,” I reply, turning my head and grabbing the back of his head forcing his lips to mine. “Mmmmm, oh god, Jonathan,” I mumble against his lips. “Ah, ah, that’s it,” I cry out, breaking our kiss and leaning my head against the shower wall. 

“Fuck, Melek,” Jonathan growls as the water slashes between his thrusts. “I’m going to cum.” 

I feel him speed up, biting my lip, I brace myself against the wall waiting for him to reach his end. 

“I’m cumming,” he moans as he thrusts into me hard. “Fuck!” he cries out as his warm seed spills inside me. 

As he cums, I can’t help my lusty moans from escaping at the feeling of his cock twitching inside me. Knowing I haven’t yet reached my own end, Jonathan pulls out, spins me around, and grabbing my arse he hoists me up, slamming me against the shower wall, kissing me hungrily as he slides his cock back inside me. I moan into his mouth as I begin grinding against his cock. 

“Oooh, Jonathan,” I moan breaking our kiss. “Mmmm that’s it, right there,” I bite my lip.

“Cum for me, Melek, I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” I growl as my body moves up and down the shower wall. 

Grabbing a fist full of his wet hair, I pull it hard as I feel my orgasm build in my stomach. “Oh fuck, Camilla. You’re getting really tight, Melek,” Jonathan breaths out between thrusts. 

Grinding myself as hard as I can as Jonathan thrusts into me with the same intensity, I feel my walls contract. 

“I’m cumming!” I cry out. 

Now at breaking point, I bite down hard on my lip, so hard I taste the metallic taste of blood fill my mouth as I burst and cover not only Jonathan but myself. 

Jonathan holds me there for a moment before he pulls out of me and carefully places me back on my feet. Burying his hand in my hair, he pulls me to his chest, kissing me softly on the top of my head. I close my eyes trying to get my breathing back under control. 

“I wasn’t expecting that,” I giggle.
“I was,” he chuckles.
“You’re insatiable, detective,” I look up at him and smile.
“I could spend a lifetime with you and still never get enough,” he says as he tucks my wet hair behind my ears. 

Standing on my tippy toes, I wrap my arms around his neck as I lightly lick along the line of his lips. He parts them ever so slightly as I slip my tongue inside, kissing him with as much passion as my warm body can. His arms wrap around my back, pulling me hard against him as our tongues dance in sync with each other. 

“Melek,” he breaths out between kisses.
“Hmmm,” I hum back.
“We need to get out, I have a surprise for you,” he pulls away, leaning past me to turn the hose off. 

I let out a whine as he does this. 

“I wasn’t ready to get out.” I snap at him.
“Ooofff that mouth, Melek,” he chuckles. 

“This mouth wants your mouth to stop talking and fuck me again,” I reply sarcastically. “Nothing in this world would make me happier than to make love to you all day, but I promise this is something I know you’re going to love just as much. And…” he pauses, “if you don’t, I am at your service,” he smirks. 

“It better be Loki standing naked outside that door, detective,” I grumble at him as I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. 

“I’ve lost already,” he chuckles from behind me. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you out there, Melek,” he kisses the side of my head as he leaves the bathroom.

I pull my hair into a messy bun, brush my teeth and then throw on my white ripped jeans then slip Jonathan’s white collared shirt on, only doing up a couple of buttons so I can tease that shit face. 

“Enjoy the show, detective,” I giggle to myself as I open the bathroom door. 

I peek around the corner and see Jonathan over at his bookshelf, shirtless with only his blue stonewash jeans on. 

Damn it! He’s already won, my inner voice sighs in defeat. 

“What ya doing,” I call from behind him. 

“I’m cleaning up the mess we made last night,” he smirks over his shoulder at me. “That was all you, detective,” my tone dripping with sarcasm as I run my fingers along the back of his shoulders. He shivers and goosebumps prickle his skin. 

“Jesus, Camilla, do you know what you do to me?” he says, turning around and grabbing my hand. 

“I do, detective,” I tease, smiling at him. 

“Nice try, Melek,” he winks at me. “But it won’t work,” he says as opens my hand and places something in it. 

“Fine,” I reply, rolling my eyes. 

Looking down at my hand, I see what looks like 2 tickets but I’m not completely sure. I wander over to the couch as Jonathan follows closely behind me. Plonking myself down I open my hand and see it’s 2 tickets to The Darks Knights* New York show next Saturday night. 

I gasp as my hand shoots up to my mouth. 

“I-… How?” I stutter, trying to comprehend what it is I’m seeing.
“I know their manager,” Jonathan says, smiling at me. “Turn them over” 

I make quick work of turning them over and see one is signed by Axel Knight and the other by my ALL-time favourite member of the band, Eddie Strong. 

Like a firecracker went off under my arse, I jump up screaming and crying and flapping my stupid hands. I pull Jonathan to his feet and jump on his arse. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” I say as I plant kisses all over his face. “You’re welcome, Melek,” he chuckles. 

I fling myself off him and run for the side table, grabbing my phone, I dial Kay. “Did you get laid?” is the first thing Kay says. 

I pause for a moment realising maybe Jonathan might want to go.

“Wait, did you want to go to their concert?” I ask Jonathan as I cover the mic on my phone. “No, I figured you deserved a girl’s night out,” he says winking at me. 

You’re the best baby, I mouth to him as I go back to Kay. 

“Shut it, bitch!” I snap at her. “Guess who we are going to see next Saturday?” “If this is another one of your ridiculous stalking plans for Tom Hiddleston, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to tell Jonathan.” 

“No, and besides he already knows. He’s a detective, don’t you think I haven’t asked him to look him up in the database.” I roll my eyes. 

“You need help, I’m going now,” she replies with an exhausted tone. “NO! We are going to see The Dark Knights* next Saturday!” I scream down the phone. “WAIT!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?” she yells down the phone, forcing me to pull the phone away from my ear out of fear she may burst my eardrum. 

I wait a moment for her to stop screaming and yelling before she comes back with, “Wait, wait, we have tickets to a sold-out show, how?” 

“Jonathan knows their manager.” 

“HOLY SHIT! I’M GOING TO SEE THE DARK KNIGHTS* BITCHES!! WOOOOOO!” “Kay, KAY!” I yell down the phone. 

“WHAT?” she screams back. 

“That’s not all, both of our tickets have been signed by Axel and Eddie” That was too much for Kay. The next thing I hear is a thump on the floor. “Kay, kay are you there??” I call down the phone. 

I hear someone scrambling to pick the phone up. 

“It’s Carl, what happened to Kaylee?” he sounds panicked. 

“Don’t worry about it Carl, she just got a little too excited,” I giggle. “Oh ok, I’ll take her to her office, and I’ll let you know how she’s going,” he says softly. “Thank you, Carl, I’ll stop by this arvo to check on her.” 

“Ok, Camilla. Talk soon.” He says sweetly.
“Bye Carl,” I hang the phone up. 

I burst out laughing as Jonathan looks at me confused. 

“What just happened?” he asks as he walks up to me, the look on his face going between worry and confusion. 

“Kay passed out when I told her our tickets were autographed,” I bend over laughing. “Oh shit! Is she ok?” Jonathan’s tone is full of concern. 

“Yeah, she’ll be fine, Carl is with her.” I breathe out between laughing. “I didn’t tell you all the details,” he looks at me cautiously 

“There’s more?” I look up at him in shock. 

“You’ll actually get to the meet the boys.”

And with that, I reached my limit, and everything went black.

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