Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Passionate Dance.

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 94: Passionate Dance

Gabriel’s face hardened back into its usual stoic mask.

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“Clairessa, I’m not taking any chances with you shaking any part of your body for the drunk men in this room to watch.”

I scoffed. “Gabriel, I’m going to be dancing with you. So if there’s any body shaking, it’s going to be for you. That’s kind of how dancing works,” I retorted sarcastically.

“Clairessa, I’m still not taking any chances with you in this damn dress.”

“What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like any of the men here could-”

His cold, lethal gaze cut through me, silencing me instantly.

Fine. Overprotective mode was in full effect.

I sighed dramatically and turned to face him fully. “All right then, Mr. War General.” I lifted my glass again. “I guess I’ll just keep sipping my drink while everyone else dances.”

Gabriel let out a heavy breath, his teeth grinding as he grabbed the glass from my hand and set it down. “Just one dance.”

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I smiled excitedly, tilting my head to brush a featherlight kiss against his neck.

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“Mr. Storm, you’ve shown me how good you are in the bedroom. Now show me what you can do on the

dance floor.”

His entire body went still, his dark gaze locking onto mine. Then he smiled and shook his head.

“I like a good challenge.”

I slid off my seat and tugged at his hand. He didn’t resist.

With a smirk, he set his drink down and rose to his feet, towering over me.

The music slowed, the beat turning sensual and magnetic.

A light buzz from the alcohol coursed through me as I reached for his hand, intending to take control–but Gabriel was faster. With a firm pull, he crushed me against his chest.

His hands found my waist, strong and dominant, drawing me in until our bodies pressed together. His heat wrapped around me, his scent–dark, rich, and intoxicating–flooding my senses.

We moved, our bodies finding a rhythm.

mine effortlessly, as though he had done this a thousand times before, as if

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thigh pressed between mine, our cores meeting in a rhythm

should.

slipped my lips as his hips rolled against mine, and I matched his movement with a slow,

was intoxicating.

through me–the friction, the closeness, the passion- igniting something

ear.

into my hips, holding me firm against him as he leaned in, his lips hovering close

His voice was husky, teasing. “Now you know how good I am, my sweet. Now imagine what

of electricity raced

music stopped, shifting into an

The spell broke.

pulled back slightly, my breathing shallow, but

Gabriel Storm was such a skilled dancer.” I met his stormy

and ran my

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this feel better than just sitting?”

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me.”

my hips, his pupils dilating. “Clairessa,” he murmured, his voice

thrill shot through me. I pressed closer,

my ass possessively, his

you right here, right

flooded my body. I ran a single finger down his chest. “You, mister, wouldn’t want the entire club watching our little

mine. The hard proof of his arousal pressed into my core, sending a deep ache spiraling

ear. “You know it’s far from

the feel of his growing arousal pressing against my core sent a deep ache settling low

desire radiated off him in waves. I had

His jealousy.

His possessiveness.

control every part of

should have

But I wasn’t.

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I craved it.

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to know him, the more I realized just how dangerous he was for me. Gabriel Storm wasn’t just possessive–he was

who didn’t just touch–he claimed.

have been my sign to run.

I didn’t care.

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