All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Dad: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Gabriel's POV I dragged Clairessa out of that godforsaken dining room, through a side corridor, past the fancy walls and expensive decor.I just needed to take her somewhere secluded.My hand gripped hers tighter than I meant to, but she didn’t pull away.The moment we turned the corner and found a dim, quiet space hidden just beyond the hall, I spun her around and pinned her to the wall.“Gabriel,” she gasped, palms pressed to my chest, trying to push me back. “What are you doing?”I didn’t let her. I caught one of her wrists, raised it, pinned it above her head, and pressed my body into hers so she’d feel what she was doing to me.“One more damn second at that table without being able to touch you, and I would’ve lost my goddamn mind.”Her eyes widened—part shock, part desire. “You can’t. People could see…”“I don’t give a fuck.”I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, not a kiss, just teasing her.My other hand dragged down her back, found her waist, and yanked her closer into

Clairessa's POV It was day two of Randolph’s over-the-top birthday celebration, and today he’d invited us to a laid-back poolside hangout at his private villa. No external guests—just the “storm team,” as he liked to call us.This time, I made sure to get to the pool early, before anyone else. I wasn’t about to repeat yesterday’s mistake—showing up late for no good reason, unless you count oversleeping and spending too long getting ready to knock Gabriel off his game. And honestly? It worked. He was all over me.Not that I let it show. I played it cool—like it hadn’t fazed me at all. But it was all part of the plan: make Gabriel sweat, throw him off balance. And watching him lose control?God, I loved every second of it.The pool area was calm. Lounge beds lined side by side, each with neatly folded white towels.The water looked clear and blue under the sun, and soft music played from the speakers nearby. Everything felt easy and peaceful.I picked a lounger close to the water, set

Clairessa's POV Gabriel’s mouth crashed into mine with such force, such hunger, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. His lips devoured mine, claiming, demanding. My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue slid against mine, slow and possessive, tasting every corner of my mouth. His lips broke away from mine only to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down the line of my jaw, my throat, then lower still. My breath became more rapid as he shifted behind me, his mouth grazing the slope of my back, sending heat straight to my core. Then I felt his hand, strong and gliding around me. He cupped my breast, squeezing with a firm, deliberate pressure that made me bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. And then, God, his hand grabbed mine, guiding it down my stomach in a slow, sensual glide until he pressed it between my thighs. His fingers covered mine, and together, we stroked my clit once, just once…and stopped. The tease was brutal. I arched back, desperate

Gabriel’s POVI 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

Gabriel’s POV It was past midnight. The sheets were wrapped around our legs like the aftermath of a storm. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and her skin. I’d bottle that scent if I could and live off it. Clairessa lay curled against me, warm and naked. One leg draped over mine, her cheek resting softly on my chest. I could still feel her heartbeat, faint but fast. But my heart was pounding, heavy and insatiable, because I was already hard again. I pressed her soft body closer to mine, every part of me throbbing with the same desperate hunger I’d been drowning in since she first walked into my hotel room tonight, tempting me to lose control. She stirred, and her hips rolled closer just enough for me to slide my palm over her ass. I caressed her first, then parted her cheeks. She gasped, then purred, voice lazy and smug. "Are you being naughty, Mr. Storm?" That made me chuckle darkly. "You expect me to sleep next to this body and behave?" "Oh well, I would have thought you would