Chapter 7
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Beach Shack, 2 hours later
"That was nice, that was really nice." Camille said as she walked towards him. "You totally wore me out. I didn't know you had it in you. Well... Maybe I fantasized as much... But having that become reality? Who knew..." She admitted mischievously.
Richard was sitting in his wicker chair and looked up in surprise. "Camille?" He uttered.
"What do you want to do tonight?" She asked as she looked outside and stretched lazily. She wasn't wearing her purple top anymore. She was wearing dark blue shorts and a red short sleeved blouse over it. He had to look away to not ogle. He swallowed.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked as he put down his book and stared at her.
"Just like I asked." Camille looked down on him.
He felt something stir in his stomach at the look she was giving him. It almost seemed... wanting. Filled with lust. Which was nonsense of course.
Camille bit her lower lip seductively as she walked towards him slowly. "I could think of a few things." She licked her lip now.
Richard frowned as he looked at her in confusion. His breathing hitched. It was never a good combination to have her wet her lips, bite on her lips or do any such thing while she was looking straight at him.
She put her hands on either side of the chair as she looked at him.
Richard bent backwards as far as possible, pushing his back against the material of the chair. His eyes went to her cleavage automatically.
"Isn't there anything you can think of?" Camille asked in a sultry voice.
His eyes grew wide as he looked from her cleavage to her face.
"If you think really hard." She smiled as she put her hands on both sides of his head and combed through his hair agonizingly slow, like she enjoyed touching him there.
She was awfully close.
"Camille... What are you doing?" Richard uttered as she ruffled up his hair.
"What am I doing?" She raised her right brow as she straightened herself and started to unbutton her blouse.
His eyes grew bigger than before. "Camille! What are you doing?!" He repeated shocked.
"What were you doing?" She laughed seductively. "Does this give you a clue detective inspector Poole?"
Richard swallowed as he saw the dark caramel skin and the dark blue lace bra underneath the soft material. She took off her blouse and dropped it on the floor.
His mouth fell open as he stared from her bra to the garment on the floor. She took off her shorts and revealed a dark blue lace under panties.
"What were you doing this morning?" She asked as she positioned herself just so, his legs between hers. "All on top of me..." She bent towards him. Whispered in his ear. "Fully naked..." She straddled him and sat down on top of his thighs. "What were you doing to me in your bed? On the floor? Against your book case? We haven't tried this chair I believe..."
Richard yelped in shock. The female yelp, not the manly yelp he would have wished for...
"Let's practice some more... To make the whole being lovers thing more real." Camille proposed with a wide seductive grin.
"This morning?" He stated flabbergasted.
Camille laughed. "The way you kissed me everywhere." She kissed his ear. He could feel her warm breath on him. "The way you took me in the shower later on." She licked her lips again and kissed him.
He gulped. "I love your strong legs. How they feel against me." She fondled with his blouse. "How your chest hair feels roughly against my breasts. Your buttocks really have a very nice form, so firm and-"
"-Camille! Really!" Richard cut her off quickly, flushing deeply.
"I was so wrong. I have to admit that. You can show your love for me." She grinned and looked at him mischievously, "You showed me over and over again. Such stamina! I almost had trouble keeping up. And believe me, I'm in a very good condition... We fit so well together..."
Her hand touched his red cheeks as she licked her upper lip now. "And I want you to show me again." She pushed her body against his and he could feel the hard push of her breasts...
O not the breasts again! He was a sucker for those breasts. He could never survive keeping her away from him if she used her female assets and draped them all over him.
"Touch me Richard." She bit her lip as she took his hand and put it on her bra. "Touch me everywhere."
Richard gulped in air and all he could do was stare at her. He couldn't believe this.
'Show me how much you love me." Camille begged. She loosened her bra and put his hand on her breast.
It was like he was in heaven, he couldn't even describe how soft her breast felt, how soft the skin underneath his big hand felt.
"I was wrong all along. You've got so much sex drive." She panted as she moved against his hips making him groan. "Please Richard... Just take me... Don't make me wait... I want you. Show me again how much sex drive you have!"
"Camille.." He yelped again when she put her hand in his crotch, caressed the material of his trousers there.
"O Richard, are you shy? There is no need. You know that!" She said as she stopped momentarily and stared at him. "I want you in any possible way, I mean it." She took his hand and guided it between her legs. "Does this prove how much I want you?"
"Camille.." Richard uttered in a strangled voice when she put his hand between her legs. He'd never even dreamed of ever putting his hand there and- His breathing hitched the moment he felt how wet and warm the material of her sexy underwear was.
"Do I need to explain any further inspector?" She bent towards him again, pushing herself against him. "Can you guess what my motive is?" She quipped teasingly in a very seductive voice. Her hand went to his fly.
Richard swallowed.
"Do you want me to ride you here? Or do you want to take me on the table?" She looked at the table on the right of them as she fumbled to get his fly open.
She put her hand on his forehead. "Are you okay? You look so hot?"
"Hot?" Of course he was hot, what did she think? That he was made of stone?!
"I want you right now Richard! Don't make me beg, please! I'll do anything for you."
Richard narrowed his eyes at that in confusion. "I want you too-"
"-Excuse me?!"
He grabbed her hips and wanted to stand up to move her towards the table urgently.
"Richard? Are you okay?"
He picked her up and she was as light as a feather. Suddenly something collided with his head. He yelped in pain as he fell back against the armrest of the chair. It toppled over, taking him with it on the hard wooden floor.
Richard gulped in shock as he looked up with wide green eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to frighten you." A female voice said.
He looked at the woman with wide eyes. She was rubbing her forehead with a look of pain on her face. He looked around his house for Camille but she was nowhere. He was utterly confused.
"You were asleep..." Kris explained. "And you gave me quite the head kick."
Disappointment settled in immediately, followed by shame. "O..." He uttered. Followed by his cheeks flushing awfully when he realized how aroused his body still was.
The tall brunette gave him an amused look as she turned away from him. "I'm sorry. Do you need help getting up?"
"No, no, I'll be fine." He took the chair to help himself up. He was very happy that he could hide his nether regions behind the tall chair. "O, Kris." He said as if it was only now that he recognized her.
She gave him an amused smile. "Inspector Poole. You are looking at me like you've seen a ghost. I hope I'm not to take this personal? That would be awful for my ego you know."
"Er... The... Er..." He was still looking around wildly. How could he have dreamed something like this? And had it been a dream? It had seemed so real. How could he have even fallen for that?
"I kind of did." Richard said.
"Wow thanks... I've been insulted before, but of all the welcomes I've had in my life, that's a new one."
"O no, I didn't mean... I didn't mean you..."
"Having nightmares?" She asked worried.
"Well, er... You...Erm... I..."
"Your dream didn't seem very peaceful."
"Why would you say that?" He asked shocked. He was still hiding behind the chair. If only his body would calm down! But the visual images of Camille sitting in his lap, straddling him, saying all these things like... Like... Like they'd made love... Everywhere...And she had enjoyed it... Like that was ever going to happen!
She shrugged. "I don't know, you looked kind of... Strained and somewhat overheated?"
"I was... I was... Was just dreaming about the job... A difficult case... Very taxing." He lied quickly. His knuckles turned white when he took grip of the chair. He quickly let go, knowing Kris probably could see right through him.
"O yes, I can imagine." She nodded as she narrowed her eyes at the sea. "So who was on top of you?"
"Excuse me?"
"You said that you were hot because someone was-"
"-A killer." Richard interrupted her fast. "He was trying to strangle me. It was awful. It's a good thing you woke me up."
"I should say you woke me up. You've got a hard head inspector."
"I hit you with my head?"
"Yes, I bent forward to check on you and you suddenly came up at the same time. It was my own fault. Maybe I should have let you sleep. I'm sorry."
"O, no no. This is probably for the best. I would have been lying awake tonight otherwise." As if he wouldn't now after that dream. How did his mind even come up with that?!
Kris smirked and looked at the chair Richard was clutching to as if it was his life line. She apparently had disturbed him. She looked away. "You wanted to speak to me?"
"Yes, that's right. Right... A... A drink perhaps?"
"Just some water please." She said as she nodded and smiled again. "I'll wait on the veranda?"
She saw how Richard wasn't wearing his jacket and wanted to put it on again.
"Please don't, not on my behalf. I've seen men in more compromising positions." She quipped.
He froze and put his jacket down again. "Right. Drink. I'll go get that now." He nodded. His body began to calm down a bit.
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