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Dinner at the Caldwells

Gavriel's POV

I resisted the urge to drag a hand through my hair and tug at it. I had gotten carried away again! I had expected to see Camille today. I knew the little slut way better than she knew herself.  

And I had thought I would be able to chase her off with a clear head. Until she had walked in, dressed in an abomination of a dress and all my coherent thoughts flew out the window. The only thoughts I had were to dominate the wild vixen.  

Now I had to pick her father's calls while the scent of her pussy clung strongly to my fingers. I wanted to lick them. To taste her. To have her sprawled on my desk and eat that delicious cunt.  

The call dropped. I sighed in relief. And then it rang again.  

"Damn it, Caldwell!" I growled. I couldn't speak to him without feeling guilty.  

His little girl

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