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

clear

to challenge me. Not here. Not

was on my

all the fury I'd been clinging to had dissolved-melting away piece by piece into something

Suppressed desire.

spent weeks trying-and

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

wanted to kiss her

inch

her like she

wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her, she'd have no choice but

name and beg for

she broke the

the hell is wrong

gaze up from her

furious-and rightfully

I feigned confusion. My voice came

are you

"You stopped me from leaving. Pulled that macho stunt right in

I could've answered. Should've.

close, chest rising with

slamming her palms on my desk. "Say something." "You think just because I signed that

leaned back against the wall, lips curling into

That means I do own you. And you

but she didn't flinch-she never did. Instead, she crossed the

own me, Gabriel. No one does. And I can walk away from you-or anyone-whenever the hell decide. So get

shot out and caught her wrist as I

small, warm body slammed into mine. The contact sent a bolt of heat straight

torture. Weeks of distance, of

like a slow death-having her this close, under the same roof, and

in my arms. Her breath brushed against

it.

the thing I'd spent weeks denying stared

I missed her.

way she filled

sound of her

Her laughter.

Her rage.

at me like she wanted to both kill me and kiss me in the

breath.

myself home after midnight,

would dull whatever this was

But I'd been lying.

it didn't help. Not even

anything, it left

burning behind them—and felt it

chest.

slid around