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 to give

could start with the living room," he said, his

when you walked in

slid up my side, slow

even flinch. You just watched me stroke

My breath hitched.

hot against my neck. "You touched yourself. Right there. In the doorway. You didn't even try to

pulse beginning to throb between them,

hand rose-fingers brushing against my

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

my cock... used that sinful little tongue to

of my mouth, sensually, teasing the memory out of me with

didn't gag. Not once." His voice was quiet yet filthy. "You looked so sweet,

breath warm as

first time,

I didn't answer.

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

mine.

"My sweet, dirty girl."

grazed my throat, then his tongue dragged

breath hitched-shallow, ragged. Heat stirred low in my belly, rising

was doing. Every word, every touch, designed to make me lose myself in

I wasn't going

bit down gently on his thumb-half playful, half warning-hoping

It didn't.

dark and low.

gasped as his palm came down hard on

a

breathed, my

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

mouth, gliding down to

teasing one nipple into a hard, desperate

skin. That smug, victorious grin I both loathed and

Clairessa,” he murmured. "Not when you already know how far I can

a breath, every nerve in my body alive and needy. My back arched slightly against the railing, my breasts pushing into his

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

at just the slightest touch.

you pretending to forget?"

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

"Dad!"

We froze.

voice-groggy, scratchy-shattered the

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

"Let go," I

just as Adrian stumbled

his face and dark shadows

you're both up so early,"

hangover out of

face turned to stone, as his eyes

it's past eleven," he

of bed

rest of

froze for you."

didn't realize. Last night's still a

Gabriel lost it.

came home drunk after almost costing

now. I've got a splitting headache.

than your head if you interrupt me

quiet