The Bitchy receptionist

Camille's POV

"Are you sure you don't want me to come along?" I pouted, watching Gavriel shrug on his suit jacket.  

My lips were swollen from his kisses. We had barely been able to keep our hands off each other. I didn't mind it one bit. I liked that he always wanted to touch me.  

"I doubt I'd be able to think of anything else, if you're there," Gav chuckled, leaning down for another kiss.   

My shirt had thrown off while we were making out and so my tits were exposed. His large hands cupped them, kneading, seeking my nipples through the flimsy bra I had on.   

I reached into his hair, moaning as his tongue intruded every crevice of my mouth.  

He pulled away with a groan and stepped away. "See? I can't fucking think if you're near." 

"Aww," I cooed, standing up to fix