Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 32: Pushing Her Away

I paced frantically around my living room, struggling to cont

rol my spiraling thoughts and my throbbing erection, desperately aching to be buried inside her. Clairessa had just confessed she was a virgin, then backtracked, saying she wasn’t. I didn’t know what to believe, and the confusion was driving me mad.

If she was a virgin, I couldn’t touch her. That was a line I never crossed. I didn’t want to hurt her or take something so important from her. But the thought of her being innocent made me want her even more, and it was messing with my head.

I felt torn–frustrated and suddenly, it all felt wrong, as if I was taking advantage of her pain for my own selfish gain. What kind of man did that make me? No different from her cheating boyfriend, who kept her around for his personal benefit.

“Gabriel, say something…” she said, her voice shaky.

“Clairessa, I need you to tell me the truth,” I replied, my gaze fixed on her. “Are you a virgin?”

“I… um… no… of course not. I’ve been with my boyfriend many times, I might add,” she stammered nervously, her cheeks flushing as she struggled for words. “I meant to say you’re the first guy who wanted to…”

She paused, her face red with embarrassment. “My boyfriend… I mean, ex–boyfriend, and I had sex a couple of times… but it wasn’t like what we have. His touch always felt cold, and he somehow blamed me for having a low sex drive.”

“That fucker,” I grunted under my breath. Not only had the jerk cheated on her, but he also blamed her for his own inability to arouse her.

I walked back and sat beside her, gently lifting her chin so our eyes met. “Your boyfriend was an asshole for not being patient enough to learn how to please you,” I muttered, unable to stop my fingers from lightly brushing across her breast. “Your body is so responsive to every touch. You’re every man’s dream. Only a fool wouldn’t see that.”

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“Then why are we stopping?” she asked, leaning closer, pressing her body against mine. I knew if I didn’t create distance, I would end up parting her legs and taking her right there–hard and fast on the sofa.

“This is wrong,” I muttered, standing and putting space between us. “You’re hurt, and I took advantage of that,” I added, feeling like a fraud.

“No, you didn’t. I came onto you because I want you.”

“What you want is to forget the scum who hurt you. This is just rebound sex to help you move on. Months from now, you’ll regret this.”

would,” she shot back, her voice raised. I could tell she was frustrated with my holier–than–thou act. But she didn’t realize I was doing

want to forget my ex, but that doesn’t change

had built around my heart. I heard her steps as she came to stand behind me. Her soft palms slid into my elbow, turning my body toward hers.

we shared a mind–blowing connection. And again at the hotel, and even now, it’s stronger than ever, pulling at both of us. No matter how many times you’ve tried to deny what’s happening between us… I know, in your heart, you feel it too…

can’t…” I began, but she cut me

to push me away because you’re scared of what’s going on between

us.”

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of anything,” I lied, avoiding

eyes searching mine. “You’re terrified of feeling something real. That’s why you hide behind your

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to her smooth, slender legs and the hint of her lacy underwear peeking through. Black thongs. I hadn’t noticed them before, but now I couldn’t look away. I wanted to

of her succulent breasts. The sight made my pulse race. I felt an overwhelming urge to strip the shirt off her completely, to have her standing naked before me while I worshipped every inch of her body. I wanted to hear her

the epitome of

the desperate need to claim her, to make her mine in every sense of the word. To

But I couldn’t.

back. “That’s the problem, Clairessa,” I said hoarsely, my voice tight with frustrated desire.

what do you do?” she asked, her gaze meeting

women who understand the rules. They

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does that even mean?” she asked, crossing her arms

that I can’t offer them

in disbelief. “You mean

sex. The women I sleep with know that. In return, they set their own terms.”

to sleep with you,” she replied,

of the women I sleep with are successful in their own right. But yes,

sort of king?” She scoffed. “That makes no sense.

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