by Orr, Pauline
She had finally decided to give up on the British heart throb. He had made it clear that he was just a tease. Just another man out to play with her heart and her life. And it was clear that she was not getting any younger. She was not about to make another mistake with men. She was too bright for this dumb shit.
***
When she got to the restaurant Sloane had suggested, she immediately noticed his handsome features. He was not in the bullet proof jacket that he always wore any time she saw him. There was no gun in his hands. There was no helmet… there was no black suit that screamed FBI. It was just plain Sloane.
Dinner was in a word, amazing, that is until a call from Jameson came. At first, she felt inclined to ignore the call but on the fifth ring, she could tell that even Sloane was getting agitated.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she picked up the phone. Sloane nodded and smiled at her. He understood, at least she thought he did. “Van Hauser,” she said avoiding looking at Sloane.
“Dr. Van Hauser. Detective Harold Jameson.” She took a long deep breath.
“What can I do for you detective?” she asked.
“I need you to come to the precinct right away,” Detective Jameson said. Camilla looked at him in surprise.
“Now? It is late,” she said in a whisper.
“I know Dr. Van Hauser, but duty calls,” Harold said before hanging up. Camilla gave Sloane a disappointed look.
“It’s okay,” he said looking at her. “You should know how many times that has happened to me,” he said smiling.
***
Detective Jameson looked at Camilla as she walked into his office. He could tell that she was a little pissed off being called in like this especially this late at night.
“Dr. Van Hauser. Good to see you as always,” he said as she took a seat.
“Detective Jameson,” she said without a smile.
“I see you brought me the report,” he said looking at the file in her hands. She took a deep breath and put the file on his desk.
“This is the same report I faxed you yesterday and I as I always do, faxed you another copy this morning because your careless secretary always manages to lose the first one,” she said. He sensed anger in her voice.
“Is it really?” Harry said. She smiled and leaned back in her seat.
“Case of Veronika Petrovic, twenty two year old Russian national, here on a student visa. Time of death, Wednesday ten PM. Cause of death severed carotid probably caused by a double edged blade, pocket knife maybe.” She crossed her arms over her chest and eyeballed him. As she recited the case she knew ever so well, Harry had been going through the report and was surprised that she had actually recited the entire report. He looked up at her and smiled. He was impressed.
“I see you know your stuff,” he said with a smile.
“I am sure you are surprised. After all, I have only been an ME a mere twelve years,” she said cynically. He let out a laugh and placed the file back on the table.
“Why am I here, Jameson?” she asked. He looked at her and for a minute, he was a bit tongue tied as he looked at her looking lovely as usual. From what she wore he could tell that he had probably interrupted her evening plans. She was in a green fitting sleeveless pencil dress and a pair of black soled lime green heels. Her hair, which she had always worn in a bun while on the job, was worn down.
“Did I pull you from a previous engagement?” he asked looking at her long freshly shaven legs. She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.
“I don’t think that matters anymore, Jameson, or does it?” she paused and waited to hear his answer.
“May I ask who it was?” Harry asked with a smile.
“Why do you want to know so badly?” Camilla said, still holding her gaze.
“I saw you with that FBI dude the other guy. I could never really get his name. Flynn? Blaine?”
She shook her head irritated. “Sloane.”
“Sloane. That’s the name,” he said snapping his fingers. She uncrossed her arms and stood up.
“Detective Jameson, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” she said standing up.
“I don’t think you need to go just yet,” he said standing up. She turned around angrily and looked at him again.
“Why, Jameson. What do you want? What the fuck do you fucking want?” she asked angrily. He said a silent prayer thanking God no one was in the office. “Cat got your tongue Jameson?” He looked at her still quiet. He wanted to say so much but he couldn't. For some reason, this one woman always seemed to have this effect on him.
“For once in your life Harold Jameson, be a man and tell me why you called me here. If not, I will walk out and so God help me if I ever answer your call again,” she said, one hand on the door handle. Harry walked around the table and quickly made his way to where she was and kissed her.
She pulled away and looked at him in surprise before slapping him hard across the face. She lifted her hand to slap him again but he held her hand above her head. She raised her other one but he held this one as well. She looked at him in surprise as he stood in front of her pinning her against the door. “I told you to say it,” she hissed.
“If I have to tell you now then you are not as bright as I thought Dr. Van Hauser,” he said looking at her. She jerked and tried to free her hand but he was too strong for her. He brought his face down and kissed her again. He was not surprised when she kissed him back; after all, it was only a matter of time till she let her pride go.
As they stood there kissing, their mouths violently crashing against each other, she felt her knees go weak. Here was someone who had literally given her hell just because he was not confident enough to let her know how he felt and he had the audacity to call her from her date. A promising date at that. Now here she was, at the mercy of Harold Cory Jameson, a man she had desired for so long.
She closed her eyes as she kissed him, feeling every part of his mouth. She ran her tongue along the insides of his cheeks making him shiver. He slowly pulled away and looked at her. “Dr. Van Hauser, where did you learn that?” he asked in a whisper. She smiled.
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Camilla said. “Now if you would release my arms,” she said looking into his eyes.
“But I live in constant fear of being smacked if I do that,” he said with a smile. “And with your arms up there, I get to do this,” he added as he lowered his head to kiss her neck. He ran his tongue along the smooth skin of her neck and then worked his way back to her lips. She moaned out softly as he kissed her gently.
Without knowing it, his grip on her wrists was loosening slowly by the minute. By the time he knew what was going on, her hands were on his shoulders and he had his arms around her, holding her tightly. He pulled away from her lips again. This time, she was panting with desire, her panties wet with longing.
She wondered what he was going to do next. She wanted so much to pull his shirt apart but she had done her part of the chase. It was now his turn to chase her. “I have wanted to do that for three years,” he said in a whisper. She smiled.
“Three years and that is all you wanted to do?” she asked.
He felt his cock get a little stiffer when she said that. Was that ‘take me now’ in Van Hauser land? He smiled and raised his hand. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“What do you mean, Dr. Van Hauser? I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”
Camilla rolled her eyes. These English men and their words. She reached down and gently grabbed his hard cock.
“What do you think I mean, detective Jameson?” she asked looking into his eyes. He needed no second bidding. He took her in his arms and carried her to the desk. With one sweep, he got everything off the table and again he thanked his lucky stars for the late hour. He placed her on the desk and began to quickly undo his pants.
She looked down and immediately realized that she had underestimated him. His cock was hard, raging veins showing how much he wanted her. His hand drop
ped and slipped under her dress, slowly pushing it up as he went on.
He looked into her eyes as he pushed her panties aside and tested her wetness with one long finger. She gasped and held her breath as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her, loving the way she felt, velvety and drenched. He could feel her curls brushing against his finger as he fingered her, still looking at her. Camilla closed her eyes as he withdrew his finger and entered her again using two long fingers.
She moaned a little as she felt his fingers spreading her. He kissed her lips as he worked her way in and out of her, gradually increasing his pace. She went from soft gasps to slow moans.
“Harry, please… now… please,” she begged. He withdrew his fingers and lifted them to her lips. She parted her lips and slowly licked her own juices off his fingers. He smiled as she savored her salty taste.
“Are you ready for me, Dr. Van Hauser?” he asked looking into her eyes as she seductively licked her lips. She barely had any time to answer him before he began working his cock into her. Her walls tensed up as his girth invaded her.
She closed her eyes as he buried himself inside her. He went in balls deep and waited for her to open her eyes. He bucked his lips and slowly thrust into her making her moan. He held on to her waist as he fucked her, his pace steady. She was now breathing hard and shaking.
He could tell that she had not had some loving in a while. He let one hand slip around her back while he used his other one to pull her zipper down. He was not surprised to find that she was not wearing any bra. She did have a great pair of tits, full and firm. She definitely did not need any help holding them up.
She arched her back as he cupped one breast and squeezed it gently. His thrusts got more persistent as he rocked her, fucking her long and hard, each stroke longer and harder than the last. Her moans got louder and louder as he thrust into her harder, each time making his balls slam hard against her wetness.
She suddenly screamed out loud as she felt herself giving into her passion. Her walls quaked wildly as her orgasm took over. He suddenly began going into her faster, as if he was not already going fast enough. She screamed out as she felt his cock pulsating inside her.
“Oh God, Camilla!” he cried out as she wrapped her arms around him, holding on to him as if she never wanted to let go. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to that,” he said as he breathed heavily. She smiled.
“Three years?” she asked. He laughed.
“Actually two and a half,” he said. The first six months were a bit uncertain,” he added as he felt his cock slipping out of her pussy. She moaned a little as his cock slipped out. Though it was no longer rigid, he still had a thickness that made her let out a whimper.
“You are actually exactly what I expected what you would be,” she said. He smiled and held her close, feeling a weakness in his knees. If she thought this was a performance, he could not wait to go all out and show her exactly what he was made of.
***
Life at work after that night was different for them. They tried not to be too obvious. There were no laws about fraternizing at work but Camilla was a private person. She would have rather let people to find out later or maybe away from the work place.
Harry on the other hand wanted to shout it from the mountain tops. He had managed to get the girl, no, the woman of his dreams. Apart from this little fact, life at work was pretty much the same. Murders, suicides, investigations. Nothing was really different.
On this particular Thursday evening, Harry had something special planned. Tonight he would live up to his English heritage and show Camilla just how sexy men from England could be. He had made reservations for them at Ma Petite Amor, an exclusive French restaurant downtown.
As he walked up the steps to her house, he straightened his shirt and ran his hand through his thick dark hair. He had decided to play it simple and was in a pair of black slacks and a grey fitting shirt. He rang the doorbell and waited.
“Dr. Van Hauser. You look ravishing,” he said with a smile.
“You don’t look that bad yourself, detective,” she said with a smile. She was in a short black dress and gold slip on high heeled sandals. The back of the dress was left bare exposing the small of her back. She had a long black satin shawl draped on her shoulders and her hair was held up in on glamorous sweep. She did indeed look ravishing, to say the least.
“Shall we go?” he asked. She smiled and nodded. He took her arm as she shut the door behind her and walked her to the car. He held the door open for her and stole a glance as she climbed in.
“You know I saw that, right?” Camilla said when he got into the driver’s seat.
“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about Dr. Van Hauser,” he said with a smile as he began driving off. She smiled and looked at the road ahead, anxious about the evening that he had in mind for them. She knew that he was a romantic so the French restaurant was no surprise to her. If anything, she had actually pictured him as one of those picnic-in-the-moonlight kind of man.
When they got to the restaurant, he once again held the door open for her before leading her inside. He even went ahead and ordered for them and she had to admit, he had just as good taste in food as he had in women. He had ordered them steak, well done and a side of Thai fried veggies. It was delicious.
“I didn’t peg you for the fine dining type,” Camilla said as she took a generous bite of her steak.
“I don’t know whether to be offended or impressed,” he said with a smile before taking a bite of his own steak.
“Well, it’s none of the above. I just…. well, with the hours you pull at the precinct I thought you to be a pizza and burgers kind of person,” she said. He laughed.
“Dr. Van Hauser, you forget that I am English. We are not only about tea. We also like something salty to bite every now and then,” he said. She looked at him and smiled.
“I know something salty you can bite on,” she said batting her eyelids suggestively.
Harold looked up in surprise. Could she really be suggesting that? Now? Here? His answer came when he felt her foot in between his legs, slowly rubbing his crotch.
“Camilla…” he said closing his eyes. She giggled making him open his eyes. “You are a cruel, cruel person. Do you know that Dr. Van Hauser?” he asked. She smiled.
“I like how you call me Camilla when you are turned on,” she said as she raised her foot again, slowly rubbing his crotch.
“We still have to get dessert,” he said looking at her. “At this rate, dessert can go fuck itself,” he added, not sure whether his voice was loud enough to be heard.
“Then let it,” she said looking into his eyes.
“Check please!” he called as he looked into her eyes. “Dr. Van Hauser, I would very much like to take you over my knee and spank you silly for not finishing your food,” he said in a hushed whisper. She felt herself flush when he said this.
“So you are one of those? Bondage and shit?” she asked. He shook his head.
“Not in the least. Something about you just invokes my inner disciplinarian,” Harold said as the waiter brought the check. He smiled at him and signed the check before standing up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed the waiter.
“Thank you,” he said before the two headed out. They walked in silence before finally getting to where the car was. She waited for him to take a step in front of her and open the door but instead, he spun her around and pinned her hard against the car, kissing her deeply, his hands searching her.
“God, woman. What have you done to me?” he asked in a whisper as his fingers slowly traced the side of her face. He kissed her again before he unceremoniously opened the door for her as if nothing had happened. She got in the car and sat quietly wondering what just happened. She had always known that he was an attractive man, a sexy man. She looked at him as he inserted the key in the ignition and revved the engine.
As they began driving, she wondered what the kiss m
eant. Yes, they had even had sex before, but there was something about that kiss, maybe the words he had said. But maybe, this was not the time to think about that.
She reached over and placed a hand over his crotch. He took a long deep breath in response to her touch. She pulled his zipper down and touched his cock through the flimsy material of his boxer shorts. “Camilla, I’m driving,” he said in a warning tone.
“Then pull over,” she said looking at him. He looked out the window and sighed.
“This is a neighborhood full of school going children,” he said as he drove on.
“So, what? We are not about to do any kind of PDA. You have a very lovely back seat and the tint on your windows is simply superb,” she cooed. He looked at her and pulled over to the side of the road.
