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.

a hand through my hair, trying to shake it

to warn her-to make it clear she'd never pull that

me. Not

on

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

Suppressed desire.

I'd spent weeks

Throbbing low and hard, causing a brutal ache in

wanted to kiss her until

inch of

like she still belonged to

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

and beg for

she broke the

hell is

gaze up from her neckline to her

furious-and

confusion. My voice

you talking

that macho stunt right in front of

I could've answered. Should've.

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

on my desk. "Say something." "You think just because I

lips curling into a slow,

I do own you. And you don't

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

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

wrist as

small, warm body slammed into mine. The contact sent a

of watching her, wanting her, needing

under the same roof, and not being able to

now she was in my arms. Her breath brushed against my

it.

spent weeks denying stared me

I missed her.

the way she filled a

the sound of her

Her laughter.

Her rage.

like she wanted to both

breath.

been dragging myself home after midnight, convincing myself

dull whatever this

But I'd been lying.

didn't help. Not even

it left

saw the fire burning behind them—and felt it catch in

chest.

hand slid around her