Camille's POV
“I need the files on the fashion shows in Italy.” Gavriel's voice buzzed through the intercom.
I glared at the device before standing up with a sigh. Walking into his office, I glared at him, folding my arms. “I dropped the file on your desk this morning.”
“Well I can't find it,” he grunted, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen.
He would not look at me. Just like he hadn't all through the morning. And he seemed rather hell bent on acting like he hadn't had his cock in my pussy yesterday.
“Did you check?” I scoffed , feeling irritated with him. Yesterday was amazing. Until it wasn't. He ruined it all with his silly attachment to my father.
Okay perhaps it wasn't silly. And I would admit, his loyalty to my dad was amazing and commendable.&n
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 walk
Camille's POVHolding Gavriel's gaze, I slid my pussy up and down the leather. The rough material rubbed harshly on my pussy lips, but with how wet I was, it felt so good.I placed my hands on the table to steady myself, grinding my cunt all over the chair. I rolled my hips, moaning when the leather hit the hood of my clit.Gavriel cursed, watching me intently. His hazel eyes burned holes into my skin, watching as I tried to make myself cum. His hands reached into my hair, stroking it gently.“Grind that pussy harder, Camille.”“Yes sir,” I moaned.His hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it. My pussy clenched and quivered at the action. I wanted to tell him, give me more.His cock rose within his pants, on the same level as my face.
Camille's POV"Jessica! Jessica!” The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song. It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.“Show us those titties!” “Take it off!” The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes. He sat away from the men surrounding my stage. He had a black mask on and a white shirt that bunched against his muscles tautly. I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered. Plump lips. For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on m
Camille's POV“Thanks for driving me home, Megan,” I muttered, staring at the huge Caldwell mansion before me. “It's nothing,” Megan replied, giving me a soft smile. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, and I sighed. “Megan, for the last time, I'm okay,”“You got grabbed at!” she cried, throwing her arms around me. She had picked me up from the club. I had given her the short version of what had happened. A man grabbed me, and someone saved me. The longer version would have included me bent over, begging my ‘saviour’ to fuck the daylights out of me. I couldn't tell her that! “I am fine,” I told her, patting her back. “I have to go. The lights are off, thankfully.” Megan pulled away then, swiping her auburn hair out of her face. “Shouldn't you tell your father you need money? You're Camille Caldwell!”“I am also a grounded 22 year old,” I said, pursing my lips. “I'll figure this out Megs, drive home safe, okay?” One last hug and I stepped out of the car and slipped thr
Camille's POV“Your client is right behind this door,” Toria, the club manager, said, gesturing at the doors to one of the private suites the club owned. “Don't screw this up, Jessica. He paid mad money to see you.” Well, wasn't that just great? I needed money if I wanted to keep Jordan off my neck. Adjusting my new mask, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door before turning it open. The suite had a living room area and a bedroom farther inside. I walked in, locked the door behind me, and dropped the trench coat and bag on the sofa. “Hello?!” Where was the client? And damn he was one rich client. Only the extremely rich ones could afford renting a whole suite just so they could watch a stripper. What if he wants more than ‘watching’? A voice in my head asked, and before I could think up an answer, a familiar voice spoke. “Hello, my pet,” Holy hell! I whipped around to see him leaning against the wall. He had a mask on but was shirtless. Whatever abs I had seen in m
Camille's POV"What do you mean I can not see him?"The receptionist glared at me, eyeing my dress as if it were garbage. The jealousy on her face was too obvious. I knew I had gone over the top when I picked the beige colored slutty dress I wore. It barely covered my ass and was literally glued to my skin. Her eyes moved from my boobs to my face and she hissed. "Mr Donovan is unavailable," "Unavailable? How on earth is he unavailable? I'm supposed to meet him by eight!" At least that was what my father had told me. Perhaps she had it all wrong. She probably thought I was some crazy call girl who wanted to see her boss. "I'm his secretary," I told her leaning on the counter. "Camille Caldwell," "I know who you are," she said unfazed. "You're late Miss Caldwell and your outfit is... Not suitable."I scoffed, "That doesn't give you any right to treat me like this. How about we leave the judging to Gavriel?" "It's Mr Donovan to you!" She hissed and I stepped back, sure that sh
Camille's POVMy heels hit the ground way too quickly than they should. The client, my client, had called for me that evening. My first day at work had been hectic. The way Gavriel ordered me around and burdened me with assignments, no one would ever suspect he was the same man who had spanked me in his car. He was such a brute!And my what a delicious looking brute he was. Those arms, those thighs, those broad shoulders. I shook myself. I had to focus. I pushed the door to the private suite open. He sat there on the sofa in the dimly lit room, watching me through his mask. “Hi,” I said breathlessly, aware of his eyes trailing my body as I took off my jacket. “You're late,” It wasn't easy rushing all the way here from Megan's place. I had to shower and get all prepared for him. When I opened my mouth to say that, he rose abruptly and walked to the bedroom. “Come,” It was a command. Simple, dark, and clear. And yet it did the most naughty things to my body. My nipples tig
Camille's POVThe 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 did