Tempting distractions

Gavriel's POV

“Mr Donovan?”

Fuck, I cursed mentally, withdrawing my fingers from the tight, hot piece of heaven they had been buried in. With her pussy juices still coating my fingers, I tapped on the intercom.

“I'm here,” I told the receptionist. Why on earth was she contacting me? They were supposed to go through my secretary-

Oh right, Camille.

My secretary was currently bent over my desk, mewling and pouting at me.

“Your meeting with the marketing team was supposed to start a few minutes ago. They tried to reach Miss Camille to remind you, but she isn't responding to the intercom.” My receptionist explained.

Shit. I had forgotten all about the meeting. I was sure Camille had as well. Every logical thought flew out the window the minute she walked in.

“I see, thank you. I'll be there in a few minutes,”

I let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation at both myself and the tempting slut who remained bent over my desk.

“Get dressed,” I ordered bleakly, mak