Craving My Dad's Billionaire Bestfriend

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 she would claw my face out if she had the opportunity.

I didn't need this. I had a rough night.

Another lonely night, dreaming about my strange client having his wicked way with me. The dreams last night had been even more intense. Just thinking about grinding against my pussy sent me spiraling.

I shouldn't want a client. But I wanted him. I wanted to spread myself before him, stare into those commanding hazel eyes and beg him to fuck me. Would he call for me again tonight?

I closed my eyes briefly, thinking about his dirty naughty words. My panties were getting wet. And it was just past nine in the morning.

...Such a dirty little girl. I ought to fuck your mouth clean...

"Miss Caldwell?!" The horrid voice of the receptionist brought me out of my thoughts and I glared at her. "You need to take your leave now!"

"And you need to find someone to take that stick out of your ass!" I yelled.

Well it didn't sit right with her. Her face turned red and she called for security. In a blink, I was hauled out of the Donovan Headquarters.

My phone hummed with a message from my father. It had a picture of me being dragged out by security.

"Strike one," The caption read. "Rude to the employee on the first day? I expected better from you."

"No," I cried, throwing my hands in the air.

Dad was watching me! I had to make sure I secured this job or he would definitely marry me off to Chad. I wouldn't be able to pay Jordan and bad things would happen.

Unsure of what to do, I planted my butt on the stairs outside the company. The sound of a car engine filled my ears and I looked up to see a tall, huge man walk out of a door I hadn't noticed by the side of the building.

He walked towards a car waiting for him. His hair, black thick strands were slicked back and the black suit he wore did nothing to conceal his large frame.

Gavriel Donovan.

Oh my goodness.

Those shoulders. Those broad delicious shoulders. Was he always this hot?!

I hadn't seen him in six years. I watched him slip into the car, my eyes fixed on those powerful thighs as they flexed. Then I blinked in realization. The car was driving towards the gate!

"Shit!" I cursed racing towards the moving vehicle. "Gavriel! Mr Donovan!"

The vehicle didn't stop. I couldn't let him drive out, not when my future depended on him accepting me. Without hesitation, I jumped right before the moving car, spreading my arms out.

The car screeched to a halt. My heart pulsed loud and wild in my ears. There was silence , then the car door opened. Gavriel Donovan stepped out in all his glory.

The media did him no justice. He wasn't handsome. He was bloody hot! His hair had a few silver strands that reminded me he was old enough to be my father.

But the rest of him?

Heavens.

There was nothing about him that described him as old and incapable. Especially those large arms. He was definitely capable.

Capable of playing with my kitty. Sinking those fingers, knuckle deep until I can't take it anymore.

"Leave us," He said and I stood there like a fool, dazed. I could feel the heat of his gaze as he glared down at me. His thick eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes boss," his driver replied and stepped out of the car, walking off to who knows where.

I snapped upright, coming to my senses.

"Hi Gavriel," I said with a smile, approaching him. "I don't know if you do remember me, I'm Camille-"

"I ought to smack you," He said in a cold hard voice that sent me reeling. "For what you just did."

I blinked in confusion. "Excuse me?"

He gritted his teeth, a vein popping in his forehead. "What were you thinking, jumping before the car like that?!"

"I called out but you didn't stop!" I said petulantly, folding my arms.

He stared at me in disbelief. "You could have died, Camille."

My name rolled off his tongue in a terribly sexy way and a flash of him groaning my name as he thrust into me filled my head.

Oh no. No. I couldn't, I shouldn't think of Gav that way.

"But I didn't. I'm fine-"

He grabbed my shoulders suddenly, a fierce look on his face. "Fine?! I ought to smack you for doing something so fucking silly!"

"Smack me?! You could never!" I threw back without thinking and earned myself an angry growl from him.

"I can and I will, little girl!" He snarled, pulling me with him into the backseat of his car.

I fell over his thighs and felt them flex against my tits. A soft moan slipped from my lips at the impact. His cologne filled my nose and I dragged in a deep whiff until a sharp smack hit my ass.

"Oh!" I cried, trying to look at him over my shoulder. "What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you a damned lesson!" He growled, delivering another smack right on my ass. It stung, pain drifting up my back and pleasure to my pussy.

He spanked me again and I moaned, arching over his thighs. "Gav,"

"It's Mr Donovan!" He bellowed, delivering three successive spanks, hard and fast that he had me gushing.

"Mr Donovan," I said breathlessly, tears stinging the corner of my eyes when he spanked harder. "Please!"

"Please what, little girl?" He demanded, hiking my dress up until my ass was exposed to him. My thighs shook when he smacked me right on my exposed cheeks.

Rapidly, hard, fast.

Repeatedly.

"I'm sorry!" I cried, a sobbing mess on his thighs.

"What are you sorry for?!" He barked, delivering one too close to my pussy. I moaned and earned another. "I can't hear you, Camille,"

Camille. My pussy walls clenched at the sound.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "For jumping in front of your car, I'm sorry, Mr Donovan!"

His palm covered my ass, rubbing it soothingly.

"Good girl," he murmured against my ear, reminding me so much of my client. His hand hovered above my terribly wet pussy and then withdrew completely.

"Gav?" I mumbled.

"Get out!"