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 to

room," he said, his

you walked in on

up my side, slow

even flinch. You just watched me stroke myself—

My breath hitched.

"You touched yourself. Right there. In the doorway.

beginning to throb between them, making it impossible to hold

rose-fingers brushing against my lips,

surprised me," he murmured, his gaze

my cock... used that sinful little tongue to nearly

the corner of my mouth, sensually, teasing the memory out of

voice was quiet yet filthy. "You looked so

breath warm as it ghosted

was your first time, wasn't

I didn't answer.

"Like you'd practiced... like you prepared for it.

side of mine.

"My sweet, dirty girl."

my throat, then his tongue dragged along the sensitive

ragged. Heat stirred low in my belly, rising until

he was doing. Every word, every touch,

going to surrender that

I bit down gently on his thumb-half

It didn't.

chuckled, dark and

as his palm came

a jolt of

breathed, my voice barely

way it sank through my skin, down to the heat between my legs causing wetness to seep out

thumb dragged lower from my mouth, gliding down to the valley

my cleavage, teasing one nipple

against my skin. That smug, victorious grin I both loathed

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

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

at you," he murmured, voice filled with smug pleasure, as his finger circled my nipple-taunting, until it tightened

hot at just the slightest

you pretending to forget?"

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

"Dad!"

We froze.

scratchy-shattered

hands stayed locked around my waist, holding me hostage in that electric, burning proximity. The hard line of his thigh brushing

his chest. "Let go," I

just as Adrian stumbled onto the patio. His hair a

bruises on his face and dark

both up so early," he mumbled, massaging his temple

could press the hangover out of his

as his eyes narrowed

past eleven," he snapped. Just because your drunk

of

rest

froze for you."

shit. I didn't

Gabriel lost it.

home drunk after almost costing us a

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

head if you interrupt

quiet for