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

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

in on me in

fingers slid up my side,

Claire. Didn't even flinch. You just watched

My breath hitched.

yourself. Right there. In the doorway. You

to throb between them,

against my

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

used that sinful little tongue

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

yet filthy. "You looked so sweet, so hungry...

leaned in closer, breath warm as it ghosted over my

first time,

I didn't answer.

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

nose brushed the side of mine. His

"My sweet, dirty girl."

tongue

Heat stirred low in my belly, rising until

Every word, every touch, designed

I wasn't going to surrender that

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

It didn't.

dark

his palm came down

in stunned silence, a

breathed, my voice

aching—and I hated how much I liked it. The way it sank through my skin, down to the

dragged lower from my mouth, gliding down to

cleavage, teasing one

skin. That smug, victorious grin I both loathed

murmured. "Not when you already know how

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

his finger circled my

the slightest touch. So

you pretending to forget?"

parted, ready to shoot something back-to say anything, anything to knock that grin off

"Dad!"

We froze.

scratchy-shattered the

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

"Let go," I warned under my

finally released me just as Adrian stumbled

face and dark

early," he mumbled, massaging his

the hangover out of

to stone, as his

he snapped. Just because

of

the rest of the

froze for you."

didn't realize.

Gabriel lost it.

shit?" he cut him off, stepping forward. "You came home drunk after almost costing us a major deal? Is that how you

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

your head if you interrupt me

fell quiet for