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.

hand through my hair,

make it clear she'd never pull that stunt

get to challenge me.

on my

I'd been clinging to had dissolved-melting away piece by

Suppressed desire.

spent weeks trying-and failing

it was awake. Alive. Throbbing low and hard, causing a brutal

kiss her

inch

she still belonged

to bury my cock so deep inside her,

name and

she broke

hell is wrong

my gaze up from her neckline

furious-and rightfully

confusion. My voice came out smoother than

are you

me from leaving. Pulled that macho stunt right in front of him.

I could've answered. Should've.

she was standing-so close, chest

my desk. "Say something." "You think just because I signed that contract,"

the wall, lips curling into a

it. That means I do own you. And you don't get to

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

You don't own me, Gabriel. No one does. And I can

her wrist as I

slammed into mine. The contact sent a bolt of heat straight

distance, of

close, under the same roof,

was in my arms. Her breath brushed against my jaw, and I nearly

it.

thing I'd spent

I missed her.

way she filled a

the sound of her

Her laughter.

Her rage.

she glared at me like she wanted to

breath.

dragging myself home after midnight, convincing

whatever this

But I'd been lying.

help. Not even

left me starving for

met her eyes, saw the fire burning behind them—and

chest.

slid around