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?"

heart stuttered. My knees threatened

he said, his voice

in

slid up my side,

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

My breath hitched.

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

clenching involuntarily, a pulse beginning to throb between them, making it impossible

his hand rose-fingers brushing against my lips, parting

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

used that sinful

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

gag. Not once." His voice was quiet yet filthy. "You looked so sweet, so hungry... like you'd been

breath warm

was your first

I didn't answer.

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

side of mine. His lips hovered over my

"My sweet, dirty girl."

lips grazed my throat, then his tongue dragged along the

breath hitched-shallow, ragged. Heat stirred low in my belly, rising until it coursed through every nerve like

Every word, every touch, designed to make

going to surrender

on his thumb-half playful, half warning-hoping it might

It didn't.

chuckled, dark and low.

gasped as his palm came down hard on

silence, a

breathed, my

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

from my mouth, gliding down to the valley between my

up, between my cleavage, teasing one nipple into

against my skin. That smug,

when you

sucked in a breath, every nerve in my body alive and needy. My back arched slightly

murmured, voice filled with smug pleasure, as his finger circled

body gets hot at just the slightest touch.

you pretending to forget?"

say anything, anything to knock

"Dad!"

We froze.

voice-groggy, scratchy-shattered

holding me hostage in that electric, burning proximity.

at his chest. "Let go," I

released me just as Adrian stumbled onto the patio. His

face and dark shadows

early," he mumbled, massaging his

press the hangover

face turned to stone, as his eyes narrowed at

past eleven," he snapped. Just because your drunk

out of bed

the rest

froze for you."

shit. I didn't realize. Last

Gabriel lost it.

"You came home drunk after almost costing us a major deal? Is that how you

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

your head if

quiet for