Chapter 23
CAMI
If I never heard the term “dicked down” again in my life, it would be too soon. And now I had to worry that one of my very unprofessional co-workers would let it slip in front of the dicker down in question because Kyle was at the clinic.
I’d asked Darla to schedule patients well into the evening for my first day back.
Fortunately, the newspaper article had made it clear that I had only been at the police station for hours, not days, and that neither I nor the clinic were implicated in anything nefarious.
But I still needed to fit in as many clients as possible to make up for last week’s absence and to set the minds of pet owners and my staff alike that I was running a respectable business.
Since I would be working late, Kyle had offered to bring me dinner.
He and Bella had arrived at six p.m. with takeout.
Hero that he was, he’d bought enough food for the whole staff.
“Oh my God,” Darla said as he laid out the haul in the break room. “Cami, we’re all in love with your boyfriend.” From behind him, she mouthed the infamous phrase.
He grinned and I blushed.
“Dar, he’s right here,” I said.
“And he’s shamelessly open to compliments.” Kyle winked at her. That was not going to help my situation at all.
“What’s going on here?” Gina asked as she joined us. “Welcome, Mr. Hottie who brings dinner.”
I shook my head. “You people are a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen.”
Ally popped her head in. “That smells great.” She did a double-take when she saw Kyle. “Ooohh, he is hot.”
“Gina, stop corrupting the minor.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at my best friend.
“I’m Ally,” she told Kyle. “I’m not a minor, but I am leaving for the night.”
“Nice to meet you Ally, and goodnight,” Kyle said.
“I’ll walk her out to lock the door behind her,” Darla said. She flashed Kyle a dimpled smile. “We can catch up later.” She linked her arm in Ally’s. “Kyle and I worked on the security system together last weekend,” she told Ally, as if they hadn’t been discussing him all day—hell, all week.
“I like your co-workers,” Kyle said.
“Of course you do,” I said. “The women all flirt with you.”
But Gina’s attention had shifted to Bella.
“Hi, pupper!” She went down on one knee to pet the girl and to get kisses.
If Bella remembered that Gina was the woman who’d poked, prodded, and shaved her a week ago, she wasn’t holding a grudge.
“I can’t believe you’re the same dog. Look at your shiny coat. And you must have gained five pounds.”
“Three,” I told her. “And she’s a fast healer. She got released from the cone yesterday.”
Gina took Bella’s leash. “Bella and I will make the rounds to let everyone know there’s dinner in here. And I bet there will be some treats in it for some lucky girl.” She beamed at Kyle. “Speaking of lucky girls, maybe you can help Cami pack up those things she needs from her apartment.”
“What things?” I asked.
“Those things you need help with.” She looked at Kyle. “Upstairs in her very private apartment. And her next patient appointment is in twenty-five minutes, in case anyone needs to know.”
When she left, we were alone.
Kyle pulled me into his arms. “Why do I get the feeling something’s going on here?”
“Because my friends are practically panting after you and my bestie wants you to...”
“To dick you down?” he whispered in my ear.
Hearing him say it made my panties melt. “How...?”
“They’re not that subtle, and I’m trained to be pretty observant. And what about you? Anything you want from me? I hear you have twenty-five minutes free.”
“I’m not usually a fan of quickies,” I said, “but right now, I can’t think about anything else.”
“I do love a good, long packing session,” Kyle murmured, backing me gently into the wall, “but quickies do have their charms.”
“Nice way of using Gina’s euphemism. The woman is incorrigible.”
“She’s just trying to get her best friend laid.” He kissed my neck in the sensitive spot below my ear. “Best wing woman ever.”
“She, too, has her charms.” I nibbled his neck.
“Now is probably a good time to mention I have some fantasies that take place in the bathroom in your apartment, thanks to you ogling me there.”
“I didn’t ogle,” I lied. I took him by the hand and pulled him out of the break room. “But I’ve thought about that moment quite a few times myself, and about the things I wanted to do to you that morning.”
Things I could do to him right now.
We hurried down the hallway in the opposite direction from the lobby.
At the end of it, I unlocked the steel fire door.
We were already kissing and groping by the time we stumbled into the stairwell and closed the door behind us.
It was an industrial space with cinderblock walls, cement floors and stairs, and metal railings.
He backed me against the wall again. I tugged on his hair to bring his mouth down on mine. He kissed me hard and deep, and I wanted him, needed him, then and there. He ran his hands under my shirt and up my belly, to my back. He unhooked my bra and slipped his hands over my breasts.
“God, these scrubs are sexy.”
I groaned and arched into his hands. “They’re so baggy.”
He stroked his thumbs over my nipples. “But they give me so much access.”
He kissed his way down my neck, then pushed my shirt and bra out of his way. Taking one breast into his mouth, he laved his tongue over my nipple. Each stroke pulsed down my body, straight to my clit.
A horrible thought occurred to me. I pulled slightly away from him. “Kyle, your team didn’t install security cameras in here, did they?”
“No. There’s one out there,” he pointed to the hallway we’d just come from, “and upstairs, outside your apartment.”
“Thank God.” I threaded my hands in his hair and he kissed and licked the other breast. He slid one hand down my belly, under the elastic of my pants.
“Shit, protection.” I was so desperate, but everything was conspiring against us.
“In my pocket,” he murmured. “Like I said,” he stroked my aching clit and wetness gushed out over his finger, “I’ve been thinking a lot about that bathroom.”
“I can’t wait that lo—oohhh.”
He slid a finger inside me while he continued stroking my clit and sucking my nipple between his teeth. The pressure built between my legs, low in my belly, across my back.
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded, his voice deep and raspy. “Let go and come for me.”
My climax hit fast. Electricity shot through me. I moaned and arched and screamed his name. The waves hit me again and again. My legs wobbled and my fingers and toes tingled.
The euphoria hadn’t fully faded when I craved it again. I reached for his jeans, which were already unzipped and pushed low on his hips. I gripped the silky skin of his rock-hard dick and stroked him. He made a strangled noise in his throat and bucked against my hand. Then he pulled away from me.
“Inside you,” he growled as he rolled on the condom. “I need to be inside you.”
I pushed down my pants and panties, stepping out of one side to give him access. He pulled my bare leg up over his hip and placed his tip against my pussy.
“Tell me again, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “Tell me again that you can’t wait to feel me in you.”
I gripped his shoulders and arched, trying to take him deeper. He held back, both hands holding me balanced on his tip.
“Mmm, I can’t wait,” I said. “Can’t wait to feel you.”
I angled my hips and he grinned, loving the tease. I shifted and took another thick inch of him inside me. He sucked in his breath, being burned by the game as well. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls, fondling them while I licked and bit his shoulder.
“Ungghh, not fair,” he groaned as he sank into me. “So wet. So...”
With his hands still on my ass, he lifted me onto his hips. I was pressed against the wall and when he slid out and back into me, my skin scraped against the cinderblock. The chafing heightened the sensations in the rest of my body as he drove into me.
Pleasure sucked me under again. I spasmed around his shaft, gripping him, squeezing him, milking him. He moaned into my mouth, his dick pulsing inside me, intensifying my own release. I clamped my thighs around his waist, not wanting the pleasure to end.
I slowly came back to myself. I tried to grip his shoulders but I didn’t have the strength. But his arms were tight and strong around me.
“I take it back,” I said through ragged breaths.
“No take-backs on orgasms.”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t dare. I meant I take back what I said about not being a fan of quickies. I’m officially a fan. Maybe their biggest fan.”
He sank his teeth lightly into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. “I’m a fan of every speed with you, but this was spectacular.”
He pulled out and set me gently back on my feet. He helped me step back into my panties and scrubs, then dealt with the condom. We zipped and tucked and readjusted our clothes, then sat side by side on the landing while we caught our breath.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I said. “I just got laid at work.” I covered my eyes.
“We just did that.” He peeled my fingers off my face and held my hand. “And it was fucking amazing. No take-backs on your take-back.”
We’d done it mere feet away from my office. Nearly in public. Even if I was the only person with a key to this this stairwell, that was tempting fate. If Gina ever found out, I’d never hear the end of it. And I was pretty sure I didn’t even care, although that could have been the afterglow talking.
“Kyle, I’m not glowing, am I?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I mean, actually glowing,” I reiterated. “Luminous. Radiant.”
He grinned. “I know what the word means Cam, and yes, you are.”
“Ugh.”
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “And it’s super-sexy, knowing I’m the one who made you look like that.”
“You’re not helping.” He laughed as I curled into him and he wrapped his arm around me. “Speaking of both super-sexy and what happened in my bathroom that first morning, you almost kissed me, right? There was a spark between us. I wasn’t imagining that, was I?”
“You almost kissed me, but you weren’t imagining anything. It was an inferno from my perspective.”
“Then you shut it down. If I hadn’t made the first move last Wednesday, would you ever have tried to kiss me again?”
He traced his fingers over my cheek. “In a few weeks, maybe.”
“Weeks?”
“Or a few months. However long it would have taken to be sure you trusted me.”
I leaned into his shoulder, loving the supportive bulk of him. “I trusted you from the beginning.”
“Maybe a little, but not enough.” He hugged me closer.
“Cam, I’ve always been a team player. That’s a given when you’re part of the supporting cast. But I’ve watched guys in the field who kept themselves separate, who didn’t rely on the rest of us.
Sometimes, it worked out all right for them. Other times...”
“You think I’m some kind of prima donna who can’t play on a team?”
“No, that’s not what I think.” He gently held my chin and turned my face toward his.
“I think you’re a person who takes care of everyone else, but has a hard time letting anyone take care of you.
And if you think you can protect someone or fix something for them, you’ll do it on your own.
” He kissed my cheek, then whispered in my ear.
“I want you to let me take care of you sometimes.”
“Because we’re teammates now?”
“Yeah.” He kissed me. “A team of two. We also have other people who care about us and will have our backs if we let them.”
“I’m learning that, I think. So, I should just let other people help me and it will all work out? It’s that easy?”
He shook his head. “Not easy. Sometimes it feels like the hardest damn thing in the world. But I want you to know, if you ever do let go, you’re not going to fall. I’m going to be right there to catch you.”