All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Dad: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Clairessa's POV Gabriel didn’t move. Neither did I. Panic surged through me, heat flooding my cheeks. My fingers were still damp. My mind screamed to run—and this time, I did. I turned and bolted, heart racing, breath shallow, legs barely holding me up. I yanked the door open and stumbled out, slamming it shut behind me. Then I stopped. Out in the hallway, I stood frozen. Chest heaving. The world around me was spinning off balance. My body was still reeling—still soaked in aftershock—as I rushed blindly down the hall, like I could outrun the memory of what I’d just done. I rounded the corner—too fast, too dazed—and slammed straight into someone. Jane, the housekeeper. “Oh!” she gasped, stepping back as a folded towel slipped from her arms. My eyes widened. She looked me over—flushed cheeks, messy hair, wild, glassy eyes—and I just knew. She knew exactly what I’d done. “Claire?” Her voice was gentle, uncertain. “Are you… all right?” “Yes,” I blurted, my v

Clairessa – POV I couldn’t breathe. Not properly—not with the way my body still trembled from the aftershock of my climax. Gabriel’s mouth had always driven me mad—but not like this. Never like this. Or maybe it was because I'd been starved from the pleasure only he could give for so long, everything felt so different, almost like I was floating. It was as if he’d memorized every inch of me and then decided to rewrite the story. Like he wanted me to know he still remembered every inch of me, every nerve, every gasp I’d ever given him, and was determined to draw them out of me again. My hips had bucked against his mouth until I lost all sense of pride, of resistance. I’d begged him. Me. Begged. Despite promising myself I’d never let him see me fold, I still welcomed him into my bed. He left me with little to no chance to win with that tongue of his—kissing, stroking, swirling around every inch of my heat. And now, I was wrecked—my limbs heavy. My skin tingled, hypersen

Clairessa’s POV Gabriel sucked in a breath, hips flexing instinctively into my touch as I began to stroke him—slow, deliberate—from base to tip, letting him feel every inch of my grip. “Shit, Claire,” he groaned. One arm shot up to brace against the headboard, the other fisting the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life. I kept stroking him, merciless and patient, watching the way his cock twitched in my hand. How his hips tensed with each glide, every twist of my wrist. His body was betraying him—completely under my spell. His tip was slick, glistening. I dragged my thumb over it, spreading the precum in lazy, teasing circles. He bucked—once. Hard. I smirked. “Impatient?” “You have no idea,” he rasped, voice rough and tight. “You keep touching me like that, and I’m gonna come before you even—” I cut him off with a swirl of my tongue over the swollen head of his cock. He cursed low and guttural, his whole body writhing beneath me. His hips jerked as I circled the tip ag

Clairessa’s POVMy phone buzzed.Jess: I’m outside.Outside? I blinked, frowning. Outside where? She never said she was coming over.Another ping.Jess: At the door.I shot upright in bed, blinking like I’d misread the screen. She was here? Now?What the hell?Grabbing my phone, I immediately hit call. “Jess?!”Her voice came through the speaker, full of excitement. “Oh my God, Claire. I know I came here last night, but I didn’t realize how beautiful this place was. Seeing it in the daylight? It’s actually insane.”I tossed the covers off and padded toward the bedroom door, still in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”“Obviously checking on you,” she replied, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “After everything with Adrian last night—and Gabriel’s emotionally constipated drama—you think I’d wait around for a text? Nah. I had to make sure you were alive with my own two eyes.”“You could’ve at least warned me,” I murmured, turning down the hall and heading to the access

CLAIRESSA’S POVGabriel was right.God, I hated that he was right.I couldn’t keep pretending nothing had happened between us—not after last night, not after what almost happened on the porch if Adrian hadn’t walked in. This fire between us wasn’t something I could just brush under the rug and keep walking.It shook me—to my core.And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t outrun it.I hadn’t been able to focus on anything since it happened. And maybe, yeah—I wanted him to sweat. To feel even a fraction of what I felt when he left me... when he handed me off like I was something to be passed down.But now, as my eyes searched his—caught the anguish etched across his face and heard the raw, unfiltered pain in his voice when he said we needed to talk—something inside me melted.He was watching me—those eyes dark, waiting, tense, like he was bracing for another blow. Ready to fight if I pushed him away again.For the first time in what felt like forever, I let my walls fall.“Gabriel…” I