Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 232

Gabriel’s POV

I was seated at my desk, laptop open, camera on, eyes half-focused on the glowing screen.

A dozen international investors were on the call, exchanging projections, discussing logistics, forecasting numbers I should have cared about.

But all I could think about was Clairessa.

My cock throbbed beneath the table, hard as steel. She had played me at my own game, left me rock hard in the bathroom earlier, just when I was about to claim her. She had begged me to take her, and I kept pushing her, just to prove a point. And then she walked away.

And now, I was losing my mind all because of my stupid need for control.

I hadn't had sex in months. I hadn’t even wanted anyone else. No one but her.

And now I wanted her so badly, it hurt.

I reached for a piece of paper on the desk and crushed it in my fist, trying to stay composed.

Then I heard it.

The soft push of the room door opening.

I looked up.

And everything inside me stopped.

Clairessa stepped in, hips swaying with each stride as she walked toward me. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, and her body was wrapped in a black coat that barely reached her thighs.

She had told me to leave the door open. I didn't think she would actually come.

Holy fucking hell.

She moved closer with that look that said she owned me. And maybe she did.

She stopped at the edge of the bed, facing me.

Without a word, she untied the coat.

It fell open.

And beneath it...

She was unreal.

A black lace bra barely held her breasts. Panties clung to her hips. Suspenders framed her thighs like a gift wrapped just for me.

I sucked in a breath so sharp it hurt.

She slid the coat off her shoulders, slow and deliberate, letting it slip to the floor.

Her smirk held nothing but challenge as she lowered herself onto the bed, legs crossed, eyes locked on mine.

"I hope you can smile and keep a straight face, Mr. Storm," she purred.

Fuck.

The meeting.

My heart kicked in my chest.

The camera was still on. The audio. A dozen investors were still talking on the screen.

I hit mute immediately, praying no one had heard her voice. My jaw tightened as I fought to keep my expression neutral, even while my cock throbbed harder beneath my slacks.

This was her payback. And she was out to destroy me.

Clairessa leaned back on one hand, bracing herself on the bed like she was posing for a painting. Then slowly, deliberately, she parted her legs.

And fuck, the thin mesh of her panties shimmered with wetness at the center.

I shifted in my chair, straining, desperate, choking on every shred of control I had left.

Then she shut her legs again with a smirk, taunting me.

She rose from the bed and walked to my desk.

My breath hitched as she leaned over, her breasts pushing against the lace bra, nearly spilling out. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

Then, like a damn solo act meant to ruin me, she knocked a folder to the floor.

“Oops… I am so clumsy,” she whispered, bending to pick it up, her ass lifting with a slow, deliberate sway.

That was when I saw it. A perfect cutout at the center of her panties.

My cock hardened to the point of pain, so intense I thought it would tear through the fabric.

I could see her wetness. Her heat. I could take her right here, right now, and no one would stop me.

But I couldn't.

The innocent girl I knew was gone. In her place stood a woman who wanted revenge.

She dragged her fingertips down the center of her chest, between the curve of her breasts, down her trembling stomach, and between her thighs.

“I’m going to cum right on your bed,” she purred. Her fingers slid through her folds, coating herself, slow and obscene. She circled her clit, moaning deep in her throat.

“And you can’t stop me, Gabriel Storm.”

She kept stroking, hips twitching, circling her clit with perfect rhythm. Her back arched as pleasure started to take her over.

"Do you like that, Daddy?" she gasped, biting her lip. "This is what you do to me. You turn a good girl into a filthy one."

My cock was dripping. I knew it.

My grip tightened on the arms of the chair.

I couldn’t fucking breathe.

She threw her head back, moaning my name.

Her face twisted in pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut. Lips parted. Her hips ground into her own hand.

"I’m cumming, Gabriel..." she whimpered, louder this time, voice trembling as she pressed harder, faster on her clit.

"Fuck... fuck... I'm cumming."

I watched her fall apart. Her body arched off the bed, mouth open, breath ragged as the orgasm crashed through her. She pinched her nipples, grinding through the waves.

It was raw. It was messy. It was only for me. A sight I would never forget.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she lay there, skin flushed and glistening with sweat and pleasure.

I exhaled slowly, shakily, leaning back in my chair, counting the agonizing minutes until this damn meeting was over.

Just when I thought it was finished…

She rose from the bed and walked toward me again.

Once in front of my desk, she sank to her knees and crawled until she was positioned between my legs.

Dammit.

“Clairessa... don’t even...”