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.”

I said, avoiding her gaze. “What you want is to forget the scum who hurt you. This is just rebound sex to help you move on. Months from now,

voice raised. I could tell she was frustrated with my holier–than–thou act. But she didn’t realize I was doing this to

doesn’t change the fact that I want you–more than I’ve ever wanted any man in my

my heart. I heard her steps as she came to stand behind me.

night at the club, 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… this passion burning

began, but

to push me away

us.”

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not scared of anything,” I lied, avoiding her fierce gaze.

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

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was so close now, her body just inches from mine. My eyes wandered over her petite, sexy frame, lingering on the sight before me. She was wearing my shirt, and it stopped teasingly at her thighs. My gaze was drawn to her smooth, slender legs

eyes traveled upward to her chest. Her cleavage was on full display, the buttons of the shirt still undone, exposing the curves of her succulent breasts. The sight made my pulse race. I felt an overwhelming urge to strip the shirt off her completely,

ex–boyfriend make her feel frigid? She was the epitome of desire; every movement was so natural,

claim her, to make her mine in every sense of the word. To show her what it felt

But I couldn’t.

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

her gaze meeting mine, though

rules. They

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

have sex with women who understand that I can’t offer them anything

echoed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You mean love,

“Clairessa, I can’t give any woman more than just sex. The women I sleep with know that. In return,

pay women to sleep with you,” she replied, disappointed.

them. Most of the women I sleep with are successful in their own

them? Like you’re some sort of king?” She scoffed. “That makes no sense. Why

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