Strange...
Eames had called Goren several times, but he didn't answer.
This had never happened before.
He knew very well that when she called him, it always had something to do with their respective jobs.
And right now, they were on their way to a crime scene.
So, since he hadn't returned several of her calls, Eames hadn't hesitated to go to his house.
And fortunately, they had exchanged keys to their apartment.
- Bobby...
No answer.
Eames headed for Goren's room, whose door was locked, and when she reached it, she raised her point knocking on the door.
But no answer.
And certainly not doing this sort of thing in the middle of the afternoon.
And yet...
It was him.
He was completely naked, buttocks out, grunting, foraging for a naked blond woman who was clinging to him, moaning.
Eames wanted to look away, but strangely she couldn't. She was hypnotized by the scene unfolding before her eyes.
She felt herself getting aroused.
Imagining what it would be like if she were in the woman's place.
For Goren was so vigorous, so fiery.
She'd never imagined him like that.
But above all, the woman he was foraging for seemed to enjoy it.
At the creak of the door, and at his name, Goren turned around sharply.
Who could have come to disturb him in the middle of a sexual romp.
At the stunned little blonde standing in his doorway, Goren stepped away from the woman beneath him, grabbed his shorts and put them on.
My God...
Anything but this.
Eames was the one person Goren didn't want her to see him in this kind of situation.
- Why are you here.
At Goren's cries, all red, all embarrassed, and ashamed, Eames snapped out of her thoughts, still in shock, at what she'd just seen.
Pardon.
Had she dreamed of Goren's offended cries.
As if he was ashamed of having been caught having sex.
In addition, what was he thinking, asking her why she was there.
What kind of question was that.
What did Goren...
That she was there to see him having sex.
If she was there, it was for a good reason.
And he should have known better.
Besides, if he'd taken her calls, maybe she'd never have stumbled into this situation.
Which was not only embarrassing.
But Eames had to admit...
Disturbing.
- We've got to go…
Could she be troubled because she had seen?
Goren could hardly wait.
Kick the blonde woman out of her bed.
He picked up the woman's clothes and threw them in her face.
- Get dressed... And go home.
Oh...Oh...
So that was it.
The little blonde woman who had just entered Goren's room was the woman he'd been talking about.
Always calling her by name during sex.
And unfortunately for him, she'd just caught him having sex.
It was a pity.
For the little blonde woman had almost heard her name spoken by Goren.
Thinking of Goren, the blonde woman turned to him, getting dressed, but slowly, a big smile on her lips, letting him know she'd understood who this little blonde was.
At this steady smile, Goren looked away.
My goodness...
So Becky had guessed who the little blonde was.
The woman whose name he called her when he slept with her.
Name of God...
The sooner Becky left, the better.
And keep her from making the slightest blunder.
- Will you hurry up at last.
Yes and no.
But seeing that he was getting seriously impatient, Becky decided to pick up the pace.
Finally dressed, she got out of bed and headed for the bedroom exit, but stopped just short of Eames.
- At last I meet you.
Pardon.
At last this woman had met her.
What the hell did that mean?
Eames couldn't understand what she was trying to tell him.
- Go away.
At Goren's command, Becky burst out laughing and left the room, leaving the two of them.
When the sound of the apartment door closing, Eames turned to Goren.
- What did she try to tell me.
Try to tell him...
But nothing.
Well, it wasn't exactly true.
But Goren didn't want Eames to know.
- Can you get dressed, Goren.
Get dressed...
But he was in his boxers.
And seeing her all red and embarrassed pleased him.
He shook his head in denial, and approached her, a wicked smile on his lips.
Eames didn't like Goren's smile at all, and especially that he remained in his boxers, refusing to get dressed.
- What are you up to.
Nothing at all.
He just wanted to check something out.
And for that reason, he preferred to stay in his shorts.
When he reached Eames' level, he closed the door and placed his hands flat on either side of Eames' face, leaning his face towards her so as to be only a few millimeters away.
- Would you be confused after what you've just seen...
Pardon.
Troubled by what she'd just seen.
Goren wasn't serious.
And yet...
Eames had to admit, she was very confused.
Especially, after seeing him with such vigor.
But Eames should have known, that he was that kind of man.
Given his tempestuous nature.
But from there, to see him from sight.
- I'm not...
Goren smiled tenderly at his scarlet face.
But yes.
Eames was troubled by what she'd seen.
Maybe she wished she'd been in Becky's place.
Goren's whole body burst into flames at the thought.
He put his hand to his neck and brushed against it.
- Are you sure.
He let his fingers slide down her top to her small breasts, the tips of which were hardened, unable to hide her confusion, and protruding from her top.
- But yes... You're all troubled.
Eames shook his head in denial.
- I'm not...
- A liar.
Goren could see that Eames was confused.
Her little spikes hardened.
Her big hazel eyes shining with a little flame.
- But yes... You're all confused.
He slipped his hands under her top, and moved his hands up to her little breasts, which he took with his full hands, kneading them, and pinching the little nipples.
- Bobby... Stop.
Stop...
As her voice betrayed her, he could see she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
- Your breasts are so firm... I'm going to taste them.
- No, Bobby…
At her cry of protest, he dipped his head under her top, and brought his lips to her little breast, which he took full in his mouth, stuck out his tongue, licked it, and titillated her little nipple with his teeth, and continued to caress her little breast with his other hand.
- Bobby... Please... Stop.
No and no.
Now that he could finally taste her body, he wouldn't stop.
He moved his other hand away from her little breast, to slide it down to her crotch, plunged his hand into her pants, and panties, caressed her little button.
My God...
But Eames was soaking wet.
- Bobby... No.
But despite her objection, Eames felt herself weakening.
But she mustn't let him.
Goren shouldn't do this to her.
Nor should she accept his caresses.
But this mouth suckling her breast, this hand caressing her little button, felt so good, she lost all control, forgetting all objections.
She put her hands on Goren's shoulders, clung to him and moaned.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... It feels so good...
At his moans, Goren felt his crotch harden even more, to the point of pain, so violent was his desire for Eames.
He accelerated the caress of his fingers, devoured her little breast.
- Oh Bobby... I'm going to...
Eames felt the explosion inside her, but Goren suddenly pulled away, stopping everything.
- When you want more... He brought his hand to her chin, forcing her to raise her face to him. You'll have to come and ask me.
What.
Come and ask him.
Goren wasn't serious.
It was he who had touched her.
She'd never asked him for anything.
And worst of all, she'd loved what he'd done to her.
But just as she was about to cum, Goren had stopped everything.
And Eames was really sorry he'd stopped.
But she'd never tell him that.
She'd rather die.
- Never.
Eames put her hands on Goren's chest, pushed him away with all her might, and opened the door, leaving the room, under a Goren who couldn't take his eyes off her, and who burst out laughing.
- We'll see about that.
Oh, the cad.
But he was so sure of himself.
What's more, he was making fun of her, and she didn't like it.
Arriving at the apartment door, she opened it and turned around.
- All you have to do is listen to my messages to find out why I came... She screamed, her face red with fury. And you'll manage to come and join me.
With that, she stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door with all her might.