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?"

knees threatened to

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

walked in

fingers slid up my side, slow

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

My breath hitched.

so turned on," he growled, mouth hot against my neck. "You touched yourself. Right there. In the doorway. You didn't even

thighs clenching involuntarily, a pulse beginning to throb between

rose-fingers brushing against my lips, parting them

surprised me," he murmured, his gaze locked on my mouth. "You

cock... used that sinful little

corner of my mouth,

once." His voice was quiet yet filthy. "You looked so sweet, so hungry... like you'd been waiting

in closer, breath warm as it ghosted over my

your first time,

I didn't answer.

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

of mine. His lips hovered

"My sweet, dirty girl."

throat, then his tongue dragged along the sensitive curve beneath my

my belly, rising until it coursed through

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

wasn't going to surrender that

gently on his thumb-half playful,

It didn't.

dark

came down hard on

silence, a jolt of shock

"Gabriel..." I breathed, my voice barely

I hated how much I liked it. The way it sank through my skin, down to the heat between my legs causing wetness to seep out of

gliding down to the valley between my

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

against my skin. That smug, victorious

when you already know

breath, every nerve in my body alive and needy. My back arched slightly against the railing,

his finger circled my nipple-taunting, until it tightened into

slightest

you pretending to forget?"

to shoot something back-to say anything, anything to knock

"Dad!"

We froze.

voice-groggy, scratchy-shattered

move. His hands stayed locked around my waist, holding me hostage in that electric, burning proximity.

pushed at his chest. "Let go," I warned under

stumbled onto the patio. His hair a

faint bruises on his face and

both up so early," he

could press the hangover

to stone, as his

contrary, it's past eleven," he snapped. Just

of bed

rest of

froze for you."

disoriented. "Oh... shit. I didn't realize. Last night's still a

Gabriel lost it.

"You came home drunk after almost

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

your head if you interrupt

quiet for a