Little slut

Gavriel's POV

I slipped my mask on and walked into the private suite with a spring to my step. I needed this. I needed her. Today had been pure torture. Camille Caldwell would be the fucking death of me at this rate. I couldn't get rid of the image of her sucking on her marvelous tits in the dressing room.

If I wasn't being held back by my damned principles, I would have her against the wall. I would have fucked those tits, then fucked her pussy as well.

I want you too, she had said. The little girl didn't know just how far I could take her words, did she?

"Welcome sir,"

She stood in the living room wearing a black lingerie. I loved the way the material contrasted her skin. There was a wide smile on her face.

"Well you're here early," I murmured, shedding off my jacket. My hands reached for the buttons on the cuff of my sleeves when she walked up to me, running her hands around my chest as she circled around me.

"I'm just happy to see you," She whispered in a seductive voice