Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 193: Suppressed Desire

Gabriel POV

I stood in my office, fuming-or at least, that's what I told myself.

But the moment our eyes met, the fire in my chest shifted into something else.

Clairessa stood across the desk, arms crossed tightly, her lips pressed into a furious line.

She didn't speak. She didn't need to.

Her silence said everything.

And still... I couldn't concentrate on the anger in her expression—because all I could see was how damn beautiful she looked.

Her hair was still damp from the shower, soft strands clinging to her cheeks, framing her face with an effortless kind of beauty that didn't feel real.

I wanted to run my fingers through the tangles, smooth them back, drag the ends across my skin... just to see if they still carried that familiar hint of vanilla.

God, I used to love that scent.

Sweet. Warm. Hers.

Or had she changed it?

I couldn't tell from here, and it pissed me off that I even cared.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them.

She wore oversized joggers that swallowed her legs, but even beneath all that fabric, I could still trace the shape of her hips.

My body remembered.

How they felt pressed against me.

Wrapped around me. Moving with me in the dark.

My throat tightened.

Then my gaze climbed to that worn sweatshirt clinging to her frame. Too thin to hide the swell of her breasts.

My jaw clenched.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

I didn't need a second look. I just knew.

And damn me—I wondered... if I reached for her now, slipped my hands beneath that fabric, cupped those perfect mounds again—would her body still respond to me the same way?

Would her back arch the second my fingers brushed over her nipples?

Would she moan-soft and breathless-eyes fluttering shut like I was still the only man who knew how to touch her?

Fuck.

dragged a hand through my hair, trying

it clear

didn't get to challenge me. Not here. Not under my

was on my

fury I'd been clinging to had

Suppressed desire.

spent weeks trying-and failing

Throbbing low and hard, causing

kiss her until her

inch of her

she still

my cock so deep inside her, she'd have no choice

name and beg

broke

is wrong

blinked, forcing my gaze up from her neckline to

furious-and

confusion. My voice came out smoother

are you talking

she fired back. "You stopped me from leaving. Pulled that macho

I could've answered. Should've.

way she was standing-so close, chest rising with every breath-I couldn't

my desk. "Say something." "You think just because I signed that contract," she hissed, eyes narrowing, "you

against the wall, lips curling into a slow,

it. That means I do own you. And you don't get to walk out on me.

she didn't flinch-she never did. Instead, she crossed the room, shoved a finger

does. And I can walk away from you-or anyone-whenever the hell decide. So get that

her wrist as I pulled her flush against

into mine. The contact sent a bolt

torture. Weeks of distance, of

this close, under the same roof, and not being able to

was in my arms. Her breath brushed against my jaw,

it.

moment, the thing I'd spent weeks

I missed her.

way she

sound

Her laughter.

Her rage.

to

breath.

myself home after midnight, convincing

dull whatever this was between

But I'd been lying.

didn't help.

anything, it left me

the fire burning behind

chest.

slid