Chapter Thirteen
Soft grunts and groans woke me from a deep sleep. It took me a moment to realize where I was, and the moment Helena’s jasmine scent found my nose, I remembered I was in her car. The soft grunts continued, but I was too tired to turn or to get out of the car to see what was going on.
Suddenly, the car bounced slightly and Helena slammed the trunk closed.
That’s weird. What was she picking up?
Closing my eyes again, I allowed sleep to overtake me as Helena drove off.
“Camden? We’re here, love.”
Helena’s soft, calm voice danced in my brain, seeping into every crevice, every thought. Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked quickly, trying to adjust to the darkness.
The light on the exterior wall of my apartment building shone bright in the night behind Helena, and it made her look ethereal—my angel.
She reached over my lap, unbuckling my seatbelt, and gently scooped up my hands into hers.
“Come, let’s get you inside. It’s quite cold out here,” she said, guiding me out of the car.
“Yes, D-Doctor.” With a groan, I stood from the car and allowed Helena to guide me to lean on her car.
“Let me gather your things. I’m sure you want to review your report before the morning.” She smiled, reaching into the rear passenger side of her car and gathering up my notebooks, file and voice recorder.
I offered her my arm and together we walked toward the entrance of my building. We stopped at the locked gate, and she reached into my coat pocket, pulling out my keys. She got the gate unlocked quickly, and we entered the courtyard. I was immediately embarrassed. This apartment complex was a dump; I hated it here. This was the one place I never wanted Helena to see.
“Here we are: apartment number two,” she said, unlocking my front door and pushing it open so I could enter first.
Reaching to my left, I flipped the switch to turn on the dim, shitty lights above my dining room table that was covered with notebooks and files. Standing in front of the table, I rested my hands on the tabletop and sighed.
“This was the one space I never wanted you to visit,” I admitted with a sigh, letting my head hang while Helena placed my keys in the little bowl on the kitchen counter—where I always kept them.
That’s odd… How does she know…?
She took off her peacoat, draping it over the kitchen counter, and neatly stacked my file and notebook on the countertop with a soft, compassionate smile on her lips.
“Let me help you with your coat, love.” Her dainty, gentle hands guided my trench coat off, and hung it on the hook I always use attached to the back of the front door. “Suit jacket next.” Repeating the process, she draped my suit jacket over one of the dining room chairs, like I always do.
It’s like she knows…
Reaching to my hip, she unsnapped my gun holster from my belt and placed it on the tabletop. Every time her hands brushed against my body, heat flooded my core. It was so hot; I shivered and I felt goosebumps form on my skin where her hands touched me over my clothes.
“Camden…” she whispered, guiding me to step away from the table and to face her. “That’s my good boy.” Her eyes hooded as she reached up to untie my tie, sliding it slowly from underneath my collar.
She placed the tie in between her teeth so she could reach up and unbutton my shirt, and seeing the satin fabric between her teeth had my eyes glued to her mouth. My hands shook. I was anxious to touch her, reach my fingers into that silky soft hair, force her mouth to mine. My heart was racing, and my dick was rock hard for her in my slacks.
Once she got the last button undone, she tugged at my shirt, untucking it from my slacks. With a sexy grin, she slowly reached for my tie in her mouth and removed it from her teeth, folding it neatly and placing it on the kitchen countertop behind her.
“Is that better? More comfortable?” Her voice was barely a whisper and her hands found my chest over my undershirt.
“Y-yes.”
“Good. But here, have some water. You look dehydrated,” she said, turning toward my kitchen sink and finding my water bottle. She dumped out the tepid, day old water and refilled it with cool water from the tap. “Here, drink.” She guided the bottle to my lips, and I gulped down greedy sips until it was halfway gone.
The way Helena’s eyes stared into mine expectantly as I drank. God, I wanted to stalk forward, walking her back into the counter and cage her in. I wanted to feel her lips on mine, feel her hands on my bare skin, feel my cock in between those lips…
I placed my water bottle on the kitchen table, feeling slightly dizzy.
Weird.
Shaking it off, I refocused on Helena. Forcing myself to stifle a groan, I stepped away from her, tearing myself from what I wanted so desperately. Helena sucked in a sharp breath and her mischievous green eyes scanned me up and down, stopping at my very evident hard-on before finding my eyes again. Her eyebrow peaked, and she stalked forward. I was the one to back up a few steps until my ass hit the edge of the kitchen table.
“I’m struggling, Camden,” she said, gripping my undershirt in her hands, pulling me toward her. “The lines start to blur when I’m near you; the lines between professionalism and desire.”
I closed my eyes, absorbing her words. We’re partners now. How would pursuing our desires affect our jobs? Our investigation? Our future? But I wanted this woman to consume me whole. I didn’t care about the consequences, the job, the investigations. I just wanted her.
“Doctor,” I whispered, my hands finally getting what they wanted as my fingers found her silky, soft hair. Cupping both of her cheeks, I opened my eyes, feeling her pulse thundering underneath my fingertips as my hands trailed lower toward her neck. My thumbs traced her jawline as she looked up into my eyes.
“What do you want, Camden?” She whispered, pulling herself closer to me by my shirt. Feeling her body on mine, pressing onto my cock, made it impossible to hold back a groan.
Whipping us around, I slammed her into the kitchen table, my hands still cupping each side of her neck. I towered over her, looking down on her like she was my prey. Her defiant, challenging eyes bore into mine, giving me permission to let go.
Gripping her neck with my right hand, my left hand traveled to her chest, covering her heart. I needed to feel her heartbeat. I needed to feel that she wanted me too, feel that this was real and not just in my head.
“What. Do. You. Want.” She hissed, and my grip on her neck became firm, but not squeezing. My left hand scooped her leg up enough to help guide her to sit on my kitchen table on top of my case files.
Her pencil skirt slid up her thighs, bunching underneath her ass, gifting me with the view of soaking wet black lace panties. I could smell her arousal and I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her.
“I’m starving, Doctor.” I pulled up one of my dining table’s chairs and sat in between her legs, spread out for me. Scooping her underneath her thighs, I pulled her ass to the edge of the table.
Helena gripped the edge, holding herself in place. As I was about to lean forward to devour her wet pussy, she lifted a leg. Her high heel pressing into my chest forced me to sit back in the chair.
“You poor, hungry boy,” she purred. “So desperate to be satiated.”
I tried sitting up, but she pressed me back again.
“You finally acted on what you wanted, Camden,” Helena said breathlessly.
“Helena, I…”
“Shh…” She pressed her heel into my chest again, forcing a groan out of me. The pain from the spike of her heel was turning me on even more and I was becoming more desperate for a taste of her.
“You’ve been so good for me, Camden. But you need to do something for me first.”
“God, I’d do anything, Doctor, anything,” I whispered, barely letting her finish her sentence. She removed her heel from my chest and slid off the table.
Starting in front of me, she circled me slowly, her fingertip trailing behind her, tracing a line from my chest, around my arm, and to my back. Once she circled me completely, she stopped in front of me, raising my chin with the side of her pointer finger to look at her.
“What would you do for me, Camden?” she whispered.
“Anything…anything for you, Helena,” I said, my body trembling with anticipation.
“There’s my good boy,” she said, her praise leaving me breathless. “Now, let me see how hard you are for me, Camden. Show me.”
As if I was moving on autopilot, my hands slowly unbuckled my belt and unfastened the button to my slacks. My eyes were laser focused on hers as I reached inside my slacks and under my boxer briefs. I palmed my hard cock, stroking myself from my tip to base before closing my fingers around my length.
“God, Helena. It feels so good,” I moaned as I pulled myself free from my slacks. My head was spinning, buzzing with lust.
Stepping toward me again, Helena’s intense eyes focused on mine before resting both of her hands on my shoulders and leaning close to my ear.
“Let me see you fuck your hand while you imagine how I taste, Camden,” she whispered in my ear. Backing away from me slightly, she gripped my neck and looked down upon my cock in my hands as I started pumping myself. “Good boy, Camden. Just like that. Don’t stop,” she groaned.
With her eyes on my cock, I pumped shamelessly for her, desperate to make her proud. She smiled, looking up at me and winked, then spit a mouthful of saliva onto my cock and my hand to give me lubrication.
“Oh, fuck, Helena,” I moaned. Her wetness soaking my cock was her arousal in my mind. Every pump into my hand was a thrust into her tight cunt.
As I fucked my hand, Helena stood and propped one of her heels on the side of my chair near my thigh, pulling her skirt up.
“Camden,” she moaned, and reached her middle finger and ring finger underneath her wet, lace panties and into her pussy. Tossing her head back, she rubbed and teased her clit while my eyes were focused on her fingers disappearing into her wet cunt.
“Helena, please,” I pumped myself faster and harder, and she suddenly stopped, dragging her fingers from her center and showing me her arousal on her fingers.
“Open,” she commanded, and I obeyed. She placed her middle and ring fingers into my mouth and onto my tongue. I closed my lips around them, licking and sucking them clean.
Fuck, her pussy tastes so fucking sweet.
Suddenly, the sound of my phone’s alarm went off, the harsh ringing making me blink, confused.
I was in my bed—alone.
What? That couldn’t have been a dream.
“Helena?” I called out to an empty room.
I sat up in bed, soaked in sweat, trying to remember what happened last night. Reaching for my nightstand, I turned off my phone’s alarm and rubbed my eyes. Looking around my bedroom, I noticed I was in my usual pajamas, my shoes were in their usual spot by the bedroom door, my clothes tossed on my catch-all chair by my closet.
Was last night all a dream? Helena… It can’t be a dream. What the fuck’s going on with me?