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

Chapter 129: Craving His Big Hands, Deep Curling

Clairessa's POV I stormed out of Gabriel's office, muttering curses under my breath. That insufferable, arrogant, exasperating man. My legs trembled, my core still throbbing from the torment he had put me through. Every inch of me was hypersensitive, burning with the cruel, lingering ache of his touch-or lack thereof. Damn him. How dare he leave me like that? How dare he play these wicked games with me and then walk off as if nothing had happened? I should have known his calm demeanor, his so-called forgiveness, was nothing but a carefully laid trap. I should have known he was planning something. He never let anything slip through his fingers. And now, he had me exactly where he wanted-hungry, desperate, aching. Argh! I hated him. Yet, I wanted him. There was no denying it. It was an intoxicating, maddening feeling-one that consumed me entirely. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the elevator button, eager to escape before I lost the last shred of control I had left. Just as my finger hovered over it, a throat cleared behind me, making my spine stiffen. I turned, finding Nicole standing there, arms crossed, suspicion evident in her eyes. Shit... "You took a while in there," she remarked, tilting her head. "What did Mr. Storm want?" I kept my expression neutral, though her sudden presence made me slightly tense. "He wanted to discuss some of my ideas for the execution," I said coolly. "If you have an issue with that, feel free to take it up with him." Nicole studied me for a moment before stepping closer, her gaze condescending. "Oh, I don't doubt that something was discussed," she murmured, her tone pointed. "Back in the meeting, you couldn't sit still, shifting in your seat like you were trying to seduce him." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to hold her gaze. "And Mr. Storm couldn't take his eyes off you," she went on, tilting her head. "It was almost... obscene." She wore an irritated look. "He barely acknowledged my presentation. Why? Because he was too busy fucking you with his eyes." I clenched my jaw, shooting her a dismissive look. “You're imagining things." "Oh, am I?" She arched a perfectly shaped brow. "Because I also noticed how tense you were when he spoke, how your breath hitched every time he so much as glanced your way." She leaned in, lowering her voice. "And now, you're coming out of his office looking flushed, nervous... sweaty." Her smirk deepened. "Something certainly happened in there." I stiffened. "And let's not forget that little gasp, Clairessa." She chuckled darkly. "That wasn't just a normal reaction, was it?" I squared my shoulders, meeting her gaze with a fiery glare. "You're reaching, Nicole, spinning false stories just to entertain yourself. You have nothing better to do." I lifted my chin. "Mr. Storm values my input. If you're feeling left out, maybe try being more useful to the team instead of standing around throwing baseless accusations." Her smirk faded, and for a split second, I saw the anger flash in her eyes. "Men like Gabriel Storm don't fall for pretend-naïve women like you." Her voice dripped with venom. "You'd be nothing more than a quick fuck to him." The rage in my chest threatened to spill over, but I forced myself to stay in control. "Nicole, whatever happens between Mr. Storm and me is none of your business. So I suggest you focus on your own affairs and leave mine alone." Nicole didn't say a word or move. Instead, she stepped in front of the elevator doors, blocking my way. "We'll see about that," she echoed behind me as the doors slid open. I stepped inside, refusing to let her shake me. As the doors closed, I let out a deep breath, pressing my back against the wall. The last thing I needed was Nicole finding out I had anything to do with Gabriel. She could tell Adrian... or worse, she could tell Gabriel about Adrian. Shit. This was getting complicated. ——I stormed into my office, slamming the door shut behind me as I let out a frustrated breath, leaning against it. Gabriel Storm was going to be the death of me. My body still trembled from the sensations he had put me through, and the worst part? I craved more. I walked over to my chair and sank into it, pressing my thighs together, desperate for even the smallest relief. But the friction only made it worse, sending a jolt of need racing through me as a strangled gasp escaped my lips. My body was on fire, wound so tight I could barely sit still. My fingers hovered over my laptop keyboard, but the words blurred into nothing. How was I supposed to concentrate when all I could think about was him? All I could feel was the relentless, merciless vibration still pulsing inside me. Damn you, Gabriel, I cursed under my breath, gripping the edge of my desk as the throbbing between my legs made it impossible to focus. While Gabriel

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conducted his meeting like the untouchable, revered CEO... I was here-half losing my mind. It was infuriating. Unfair. Then an idea struck me. If Gabriel wanted to play games, then let's play. I pulled back my chair and grabbed my phone, my fingers trailing slowly down my thighs. Slowly, I lifted my dress, exposing the lace of my panties-barely covering me, the evidence of my arousal glistening under the dim office light. Biting my lip, I angled the camera just right, capturing enough to drive him insane. Then, I hit send. The second the message was delivered, my heart pounded. I didn't expect him to reply immediately-after all, he was in an important meeting with a CEO. With a sigh, I set my phone down, exhausted. Then, unexpectedly, it beeped. I picked it up and checked. Gabriel had replied. Gabriel Storm: My sweet... You're tempting me in the middle of an important meeting. A wicked smile curled my lips as I crossed my legs tightly, stifling the growing ache. Clairessa: You've been doing worse to me all day. I can barely sit. Another message flashed on my screen. Gabriel Storm: Show me more. I shivered at the command, my breath hitching. He always knew exactly how to push my buttons, exactly how to pull me deeper into this dangerous game. But I wasn't going to make it easy for him. Clairessa: No. I'm done with these games. A long pause. Then-Gabriel Storm: Are you? My fingers tightened around the phone. The truth was, I wasn't. My entire body was begging for release, and the thought of denying myself was its own kind of torture. I started typing again. But I was never going to tell him that. Clairessa: I don't think I can wait. I'm going to touch myself. Too bad. I win. My chest rose and fell as I hit send, challenging him. Daring him. I had considered it-slipping my hand between my thighs, stroking myself until I came. But the thought of Gabriel's reaction stopped me. He would punish me... even more severely than the torture I was already enduring. Gabriel thrived on control, and defying him came with consequences- his words, not mine. And the worst part? I wanted him to have it. As much as I ached for release, I knew one thing for certain. I didn't want my hands. I wanted his. Strong. Big. Skilled. Stroking. Curling deep inside me.noveldrama