All Chapters of Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

 Camille's POV  "That annoying, possessive asshole!" I hissed as I stormed into the house, fury boiling through my veins. I ran my hands through my hair, ruffling the strands, trying to shake off the invisible hold he had on me.   "Damn him!" I yelled, storming off to the kitchen to search the fridge for ice cream or something to soothe my anger.   A very misplaced anger, but I wasn't ready to break it down yet.   "You're back," Megan said walking into the kitchen. She looked from me to the tub of ice cream in my hands and arched her brow. "Uh... What happened?"  My face went red. I couldn't tell Megan that I'd gotten all putty in Gavriel's arms and touched myself like the slut I was.   And that he had licked my juices off my fingers. My brain did a replay of the slow, sensual way his hot tongue p

 Camille's POV  "He's here again," Megan said when I stepped out of the car.   I hated the way my heart jumped excitedly at her words. It had been two weeks since the argument with Gavriel. I wasn't even sure if it was classified as an argument. I had thought that I would never see him again after that night.   Well, I had thought wrong.  He came once in two days to make me dinner. I would throw a tantrum every time he did and try to get him to leave, but all I would get was a kiss on the forehead if I was anywhere near him, a note from him telling me how much he loved me, and then flowers.   Okay, I would admit, I had been sticking around for longer for a while now so I would get a kiss on the forehead. It was sweet and it made me feel all gooey inside.   Aside from that, I did my usual chore of telling

 Gavriel's POV  I lowered Camille to the couch, chuckling when she clung to me still, her hands gripping my shoulders when I tried to step away. I wanted to take in the view. All of her. I had dreamed like a mad man, that I would have her like this again.   Her breasts, beautifully rounded globes with cherry nipples on top, had me mesmerized. I skimmed the mounds with my lips again before teasing them with my teeth. Her stomach moved as she sucked in the air. Her exhales, those lovely sounds she made when I touched a sensitive spot, drove me crazy.  Like a man parched, I moved back to her lips, drinking from that lusty mouth. My hands skimmed down her flexing stomach, down to the junction between her thighs. I ran my fingers lightly over her panties and broke the kiss to watch the cotton material grow damp.   “Camille,” I sighed, pushing fabric t

 Gavriel's POV  The first thought I had when I woke up was that life was so damned better when you had a soft pliant body by your side. The second thought was that I was about to lose that soft pliant body if I did not get up real fast.   I knew it the minute Camille had second thoughts about us. Her body went ramrod straight in my arms. And then I heard the soft snuffles. She was crying. I stirred when I felt her try to slip out of my arms.   "Hey," I greeted, sitting up quickly when she remained quiet and tried to climb out of bed. I wrapped my arms around her quickly. "Camille,"  "I-I need to go," she whispered, her voice full of pain.   "No," I murmured, placing a kiss on the side of her cheek and then up her face. "You don't need to go."  "Gav-" "What changed? You stayed last

 Camille's POV  I found Gavriel in the kitchen, shirtless as always, and in a tiny apron that did nothing but flatter his wonderful physique.  His muscles bunched, contracting and relaxing as he moved around the counter. There was the delicious aroma of food in the air.   I approached him quietly, sliding my arms around him from behind.   "You're home,"  "I am," I hummed, burying my face in his back. His hot gorgeous back. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne and like an addict, I took a deep breath, taking him in.   How on earth did he manage to come here to make dinner while his company was still settling in California?   He washed his hands and turned around, pinning me against him for a kiss. I eagerly accepted his kisses, standing on my tiptoe, as his mouth p