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.

my hair, trying to shake

to warn her-to make it clear she'd

me. Not

was on my

yet... all the fury I'd been clinging to had dissolved-melting

Suppressed desire.

spent weeks trying-and failing

low and hard, causing a brutal ache

kiss her until

inch of her

she still belonged to

inside

name and beg

she broke the

hell is wrong

gaze up from her neckline to

was furious-and

voice came out smoother than

you talking

she fired back. "You stopped me from leaving. Pulled that macho stunt right in front of him. What the hell do you

I could've answered. Should've.

she was standing-so close, chest rising

her palms on my desk. "Say something." "You think just because

the wall, lips curling into a

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

flinch-she never did. Instead, she crossed the room, shoved a

own me, Gabriel. No one does. And I can walk

wrist as I pulled her

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

of watching her, wanting her, needing

a slow death-having her this close, under the same roof, and not being able

my arms. Her breath brushed against my jaw, and I

it.

thing I'd spent weeks denying

I missed her.

she filled a

the sound of her

Her laughter.

Her rage.

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

breath.

dragging myself home after

would dull whatever this was between

But I'd been lying.

help. Not

it left me starving for

met her eyes, saw the fire burning behind them—and felt it catch in my

chest.

slid