Sex in a Coffee Shop

Pleasant Surprise

After dealing with Damien, Cami felt drained. She and Alex and Petra each sat at a table drinking warm cups of coffee. "I can't thank you guys enough. I know I can always count on you two," Cami said with a smile.

"I can't lie, blackmailing that prick felt amazing," Petra said with a smile, reaching her hand out to hold Cami's. They finished their drinks and each headed home feeling better and safer.

When Cami got to her apartment all she wanted was a hot shower and to curl up in bed in some comfy pajamas. She turned the water on and let the bathroom fill with steam. She took her hair out of its braid and then she slipped out of her clothes. The mirrors were fogged over and Cami felt slightly grateful. She'd never been very comfortable with her body.

The hot water felt amazing and she stood under the rain shower head much longer than necessary. The tension and anger she had felt around Damien felt like it was swirling down the drain. Feeling better she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

On the counter her phone began buzzing. She frowned slightly, walking over to see who was calling her this late at night. The number was unfamiliar. Curiosity had her picking it up and answering.

"Hello?"

"Your voice even sounds amazing over the phone lovely." Relief flooded through her as she relaxed, a smile stealing across her face at Clark's voice.

"Hmm, I'm sorry. Who is this? I don't recognize this number," she said coyly. With just his voice filtering through the phone she felt her confidence boost. He couldn't see her face or her reactions. There was something about talking on the phone that made her feel bold.

Clark laughed lightly. It tumbled through the phone and along her neck and straight to her breasts. Her nipples pebbled in response as a flush crept over her cheeks. "I guess I need to work harder to make an impression on you."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"I have my secrets." Cami could feel his smile through the phone. She fiddled with the edge of her towel. "How was inventory?"

Confusion crossed her face for a moment before she remembered that's what she'd told him to get him away from the shop before Damien got there.

"Boring as always. So many cups and straws and mugs."

"Maybe next time I'll help. I'm an excellent counter."

"So is a five year old but I won't ask them for help. Stick to what you know writer," she laughed gently.

"I'm a man of hidden talents. You'll see." His voice was full of flirtation and Cami was loving it. "What are you doing now?" He asked curiously.

Cami felt her skin ignite. She debated what to tell him before settling for the truth. "I just stepped out of the shower."

Clark released a small groan. "Now that's a visual I can get behind. Are you wrapped in a towel?" She nodded before remembering he couldn't see her.

"Yes, a fluffy emerald green one." She looked down at herself.

"I can just see it now. I'm sure that color looks fantastic on you but I'd rather imagine you without the towel. Be a dear and take it off."

Cami's breathing filled the silence between them. Was he implying what she thought. She looked around her empty bathroom. What the hell its not like he's here, she thought to herself. She untucked the towel, letting it fall around her feet. The cool air caressed her warm damp skin causing goose bumps.

"Too bad I'm cold now and have nothing to keep me warm," she said quietly.

"I can think of a way to warm up," Clark said back. "Go lay on your bed."