Semua Bab Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Gavriel's POVFuck it all! I was done fighting. I grabbed her arm, yanking her towards the glass wall that surrounded my office and pressed her up against it. She let out a loud gasp of surprise when I pulled on her hair, tying it around my hands. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?!" I hissed, leaning down to lick the back of her ear. She jumped, arching deeper into my hands. Her smooth slender neck, arched so delicately, I ached to wrap my hands around it. "Yes," She panted, a smile on her face. Her chest heaved. Her tits moved, bouncing lightly, driving me nuts. Like they had in the past month I had applied self control. "Of course," I gritted my teeth, trying to search my head for all the gazillion reasons why I couldn't touch her. Why I shouldn't even consider it?And yet my hands reached for the dress that had been driving me crazy all day and yanked it up. Smooth pale flesh winked up at me, looking so supple. My mind flashed to when I had whipped that perfect ass on my

Camille's POVHazel was being a jerk. I had already begged. What on earth did he mean by sounding desperate enough'? He wanted me, didn't he? Then why was he being so difficult? He stared down at me expectantly, and I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. What did he want me to do? Beg? I could do that. I could do anything as long as he touched me with those skillful hands and made me feel incredible. "I'm sorry I scoffed," I muttered, tightening my grip on his leg. "Please don't leave." "Hmm," he hummed. "Not very convincing pet," "What else do you want me to do?!" I cried, throwing my hands in the air. His gaze on me darkened, and I whimpered an apology. "Keep up with that attitude, and this will be over, pet." "I'm sorry," I sniffed. "I need you, please. I need you so bad!" "What do you need me to do, pet?”My face flushed at his question. "I-I need you to make me cum." "Isn't that selfish of you? And what about me?" "I'll surrender," I whispered, looking up at him.

Gavriel's POVI tried to listen to the voice of reason. The one telling me a gazillion reasons why I shouldn't fuck the stripper before me. All I could think of was why the hell not? She was willing. So fucking willing. The evidence currently resided in my mouth. Her taste. I loved it. I had lapped up every single juice. It was amusing watching her try to flaunt my authority. To watch her think she could make whatever choice she wanted. She belonged to me. She was my pet. My toy. Mine to play with. And recently, the only way I could get over Camille. I gritted my teeth as I folded my clothes and placed them on the bedside table. I was hard as hell. My cock jutted out, dangling upright in the air as I walked, slapping my stomach occasionally. My pet let out a little moan, her hungry eyes latched onto my cock. See? She was perfect. She took my punishments like a good little slut. She loved my cock. So fucking cock hungry and it pleased me. "Want this?" I taunted, wrapping a h

Gavriel's POV"I... Uh, I apologize, Ga-" "I don't need your damned apology!" I yelled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "We were supposed to showcase our designs today. Tell me you contacted the model yesterday." She paused. She didn't say a word, and I knew that she had forgotten. Dammit! What was the point of having an assistant if she was going to disrupt my work further? I was a man of principles, and while Camille's wildness could be endearing, her nonchalant attitude got on my nerves. "You didn't, did you?" I growled. "Look, Gav, I'm sorry. I sort of just forgot after yesterday..." She trailed off, and my brows shot up. After yesterday. Fuck me, how could I possibly forget that? Touching her at work had been madness. And yet I enjoyed every bit of it. That soft greedy little pussy. Then I wanted more. And that was dangerous considering I shouldn't be trying to fuck my friend's daughter. "Sir," The marketing representative for my company, Ted, called. "Delegates f

Gavriel's POVI 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