Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 194

Gabriel’s POV

My chest heaved as I tightened my hold around her waist, locking her deeper against me when she tried to wriggle free. I wasn’t letting go—not now, not when every part of me was burning for her.

I needed to finish what I’d started. Her nipples were still taut, brushing against my chest like they were silently begging for my attention.

I was tempted to take one between my lips, circle it with my tongue, tease and torment it until she arched into me, moaning that wild, familiar sound that always shattered my control.

God, I wanted to kiss, caress, and taste every inch of her skin.

I wanted to slide my hands lower—beneath the waistband of her pants.

Would I find her wet and aching for me?

I wanted to lose myself in her—again and again—until nothing else existed but us.

Why couldn’t she see it?

Why did she keep fighting what was still burning between us?

Why stop now—why deny us this moment?

God... I knew I’d been harsh these past few weeks, but it wasn’t entirely my fault.

What was a man supposed to do when the woman he loved with every fiber of his being was also the love of his son’s life?

The situation was fucked up—twisted and wrong—but none of that stopped me from wanting her. Craving her. I’d thrown every ounce of caution to the wind.

“Why?” My voice came out hoarse, uneven. I didn’t let go of her waist.

“Why should I, when your body still responds to me like it always has? Your nipples are practically begging to feel my tongue pleasuring them. We both know you don’t want me to stop.”

Her eyes dropped to her chest.

Her peaks were visibly hard, straining through the fabric.

She gasped, cheeks heating as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, trying to shield herself. “You’ve clearly lost it,” she hissed, eyes blazing.

"You made me sign that contract—offering me to your son. Have you forgotten that? So none of this matters."

Her words knocked some serious sense into me.

I let out a ragged breath.

She was right.

The damn contract.

And my son?

I released her and stepped back, forcing space between us. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but my mind knew I had to.

I circled around to the other side of the desk, needing distance, needing clarity—needing anything to stop me from pulling her back into my arms and kissing her until she forgot everything but us.

“I never offered you as a pawn,” I said, more controlled now, feeling guilt wash over me. “It was a mutually beneficial agreement. That’s all.”

“Then let’s stick to that,” she shot back. “No touching. No grabbing. No games. You made the rules—now follow them.”

I opened my mouth to respond—to explain what I’d just done. The way I’d touched her. Held her. Breathed her in like she still belonged to me.

But the words never came. My throat was dry. My thoughts scattered.

There was no excuse for any of it.

I’d let emotion overtake logic. Let desire speak louder than reason.

If she hadn’t pushed me away, I would’ve taken her—right there on my damn desk.

Without thinking. Without a second thought about what it would’ve meant if Adrian walked in.

What the hell would I have said to him?

He wanted her back. Loved her—in whatever messy, confused way he could.

And me? I’d been pretending to let her go, convincing myself it was the noble thing. The right thing.

But now?

Now I wasn’t so sure.

What if I was wrong?

What if I could never purge her from my body—or my heart?

I’d twisted everything. Pushed her too far. And now, somehow, I still wanted her to surrender herself to me—willingly, completely—as if I hadn’t torn her apart first.

She probably hated me. But her body still responded to mine like it always had.

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