Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 220

Clairessa's POV

"Talk about what?" I kept my tone light-bored. It was too easy to play dumb. Too satisfying.

He took another step toward me.

I backed up until the cold steel of the patio railing met my backside. His eyes

tracked the movement, and his lips pressed into a firmer line.

"Don't do this," he said-like he was pleading, but too proud to let it show.

"Don't do what?" I tilted my head. "I have no idea what you're trying to talk about."

He exhaled hard. "I'm talking about last night. About the intimate moment we shared."

I arched my spine just slightly, sliding one foot forward to exaggerate the curve of

my hips. The slit in the silk dress I wore rode higher on my thighs. I made sure of

it.

I blinked slowly. "Last night?"

He stared. Waiting.

I shrugged. "Can't say I remember much."

A bold lie. Every damn second of it was burned into me. My thighs still ached. My lips still tingled from what I did to him.

But watching that muscle in his jaw flex, watching his patience start to crack- God, I loved this part. Riling him up. Pulling him close, then pretending I didn't want him at all.

A flash of anger lit his eyes.

"Seriously? Stop playing games. Aren't you tired of them?" he growled.

"Game?" I echoed, pressing a hand to my chest. "What game, Gabriel?"

I crossed my arms, purposefully pushing my breasts higher-knowing full well he'd notice.

"To the best of my knowledge," I continued sweetly, "nothing happened last night." He stepped closer.

I didn't move.

"And if anything did happen-which I'm not confirming-it probably wasn't worth remembering. It faded with the night. It's morning now. Time to move on."

The lines of his face hardened, his brows drawing together. He hated this-me brushing him off, pretending last night hadn't lit me on fire from the inside out.

And I loved it.

God help me, I loved watching him get worked up over me.

His patience snapped.

In one swift motion, his arms locked tightly around my waist, dragging me against him.

My body slammed into his, and I felt everything-his heat, his frustration, his hunger-pressing into me like a drug I'd forgotten I was addicted to.

I gasped as he yanked me forward, forcing my ass to rest against the cold railings, caging me with his body.

Then his lips grazed the shell of my ear-slow and seductive.

"Do you need me to remind you what happened last night?"

My knees threatened

start with the living room," he said, his voice a

walked in on

my

didn't run, Claire. Didn't even flinch. You just watched

My breath hitched.

yourself. Right there. In the doorway. You didn't even try to hide it. Because you wanted

to throb between them, making

rose-fingers brushing against

murmured, his gaze

used that sinful

thumb pressed into the corner of my mouth, sensually, teasing the memory

filthy. "You looked so sweet,

in closer, breath warm as it ghosted over

first time, wasn't

I didn't answer.

it so perfectly," he whispered. "Like you'd practiced... like you prepared

side of mine. His lips

"My sweet, dirty girl."

tongue

low in my belly,

what he was doing. Every word, every touch, designed to make

going to

down gently on his thumb-half

It didn't.

chuckled, dark

as his palm came down hard

open in stunned silence, a jolt of shock and heat

"Gabriel..." I breathed, my

hot and aching—and I hated how much I liked it. The way it sank through my skin, down to the heat between my legs causing wetness

gliding

it stroked up, between my cleavage, teasing one nipple into

against my skin. That smug, victorious grin I

he murmured. "Not when you already know how

needy. My back arched slightly

filled with smug pleasure, as his finger circled my nipple-taunting, until it tightened

hot at just the slightest touch. So tell me again... what exactly

you pretending to forget?"

back-to say anything, anything to knock that grin

"Dad!"

We froze.

voice-groggy, scratchy-shattered

my waist, holding me hostage in that electric, burning proximity. The

his chest. "Let

as Adrian stumbled onto

on his face and dark shadows under

up so early," he mumbled, massaging his temple

could press the hangover out of

stone, as

past eleven," he

out of bed

rest of the

froze for you."

I didn't realize. Last

Gabriel lost it.

off, stepping forward. "You came home drunk after almost costing us a major

his head. "Dad, please, not now. I've got a splitting headache.

more than your head if you interrupt me

fell quiet for a