Forbidden pleasures

Camille's POV

The intercom on my desk buzzed.

"Camille," the sexy voice of my boss filled the air. "My office, now."

Uh oh. That didn't sound good. I had been working for Gavriel for two days. Two hellish days. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job. He had yelled his head off at me in the past two days. It wasn't my fault I wasn't trained for this job. And he was a freaking perfectionist.

I sighed, straightened my skirt, and strutted into his office. He sat by his desk, his gaze fierce and angry as he glared at me.

In his hand was a tablet. I pouted as I approached him. I was immensely jealous of that tablet. It got to be in his hands, under those fingers.

Those sturdy fingers that had smacked my ass two days ago. Gavriel hadn't touched me since then. My client as well had left me as needy as hell. It didn't matter how many times I touched myself. It wasn't as pleasurable as when either of both men had touched me.

"You called me Gav-Mr Donovan?"

I didn't think it was possible,