Dinner at the Caldwells

Gavriel's POV

I resisted the urge to drag a hand through my hair and tug at it. I had gotten carried away again! I had expected to see Camille today. I knew the little slut way better than she knew herself.

And I had thought I would be able to chase her off with a clear head. Until she had walked in, dressed in an abomination of a dress and all my coherent thoughts flew out the window. The only thoughts I had were to dominate the wild vixen.

Now, I had to pick her father's calls while the scent of her pussy clung strongly to my fingers. I wanted to lick them. To taste her. To have her sprawled on my desk and eat that delicious cunt.

The call dropped. I sighed in relief. And then it rang again.

"Damn it, Caldwell!" I growled. I couldn't speak to him without feeling guilty.

His little girl. I had her on my knees barely thirty seconds ago. With my fingers lodged in her tight as hell pussy. He would kill me. I was a terrible friend.

I took a deep breath, snatched the device off