Naughty slut

Camille's POV

I slipped on my dress, glaring at the email on the screen of my phone. Gavriel had fired me. How could he?

After he had walked out without a word, leaving me horny as hell. I'd managed to get home before giving in to the urge to touch myself.

Oh, we had been so close. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as I recalled the way his cock pressed against my pussy. Rubbing, stroking, teasing my swollen lips with that magnificent head.

He had felt thick and huge and all I had wanted was to lift my hips and sink down on that cock. Impale myself with it.

But then, my stupid mask just had to fall off.

My brows snapped together at the thought. How had the mask fallen off? It was tied properly. I had made sure my masks never slipped, especially after that first day.

Unless he had tried to undo the mask. I remembered the kiss. His hands in my hair. He must have tugged at the knot then.

I gritted my teeth, realizing what had happened. Gavriel had unmasked me on purpose.