Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 249

Chapter 249: 249: Don’t tempt me

Gina smirked as she read Alexander’s text, a small amused huff escaping her lips. She was still typing a sarcastic reply when a sudden chill brushed against her skin, making her shiver.

“Why do I suddenly feel cold?” she muttered, placing her phone on the table. As she turned her head, her eyes narrowed.

Sean was staring at her.

But not just staring, he was practically shooting invisible lightning bolts in her direction, the air around him buzzing with silent accusation.

Gina blinked. “Are you throwing glares at me, Sean?”

He didn’t answer at first. His eyes remained locked on hers, unflinching and unreadable. But there was something else there too… something unmistakably annoyed.

Then, slowly, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees like a detective ready to grill a suspect.

“What do you think you’re doing, Gina?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

Gina’s brow arched in confusion. “What?”

Sean didn’t move. He simply pointed toward her phone, then to her lips.

“You smiled at Alexander’s text,” he said flatly.

Gina stared at him, caught completely off-guard.

“I—what? Smile? No! I didn’t smile! I smirked. She,” she corrected quickly, laughing awkwardly as she sat straighter on the couch. “There’s a difference. Huge one.”

Sean didn’t blink. “Smirk. Smile. Whatever you want to call it. You reacted.”

“You’re reading into things,” she muttered, crossing her arms, suddenly hyper-aware of how warm her face felt.

“And you’re deflecting,” Sean countered, still watching her like she’d just committed a crime.

The couch suddenly felt too small. Too exposed. Gina cleared her throat, reaching for her glass just for the distraction.

“I didn’t know I needed your permission to smile… or smirk,” she added, eyes narrowing in mock challenge.

Sean leaned back, folding his arms, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.

“You don’t,” he said coolly. “But maybe you should ask why it bothers me.”

That silenced her.

Just for a moment.

Because now, it wasn’t the breeze that gave her chills.

She gasp and shot him a disbelief stare.

“I suppose you aren’t thinking I am into older men?”

Sean blinked and awkwardly cleared his throat, as he shifted back from her a little.

He blinked cautiously trying to act cool at her reaction, but then he did the most adorable thing which he is good at.

He grumped.

Gina burst into laughter falling back on the couch with her hand holding her stomach. She laughed so hard realizing how funny Sean can be at times.

“I know I shouldn’t be jelaous of that old man but all he getting is your attention” Sean voiced like a child being ignored by his mother.

Gina blinked at him, momentarily stunned.

Then, slowly, her lips curled—not into a smirk this time, but a mischievous grin. The kind that always drove Sean insane.

“Oh? So you’re bothered now?” she teased, tilting her head. “Should I be flattered… or scared?”

Sean narrowed his eyes. “That depends. Are you intentionally provoking me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she said innocently, propping her elbow on the armrest and resting her chin on her palm. “But now that I know a text from Alexander gets under your skin, maybe I’ll text him again. Just for research purposes, of course.”

Sean’s jaw ticked.

“Try it,” he said, voice low and calm. “And I’ll text someone too. Someone who wears tighter jeans than you and doesn’t smirk at other men’s messages.”

Gina let out a short laugh. “Tighter jeans? Sean, you hang out with gangsters and mercenaries. Unless you’re texting a hitman named Fabio, I’m not worried.”

He gave her a slow, deliberate smile. “You’d be surprised who’s in my contacts.”

“I bet,” she snorted, rolling her eyes. “You probably have nicknames saved like ‘Sniper Steve’ and ‘Blow-up-Bob.’ Real Casanova material.”

Sean shrugged. “Maybe. But none of them make me smirk.”

Gina faltered.

Just for a beat.

Before she could recover, Sean leaned in closer—close enough for her to catch the faint scent of cedar and danger.

“You sure you only smirked, Gina?” he asked, voice lower now, teasing but laced with challenge. “Because from where I was sitting… it looked a little dreamy.”

She blinked, visibly flustered this time, and quickly grabbed a cushion to throw at him. “Dreamy? Please! Don’t flatter yourself—or Alexander.”

Sean caught the pillow easily and grinned. “I didn’t mention myself. Guilty conscience?”

She glared at him, grabbing another cushion.

“Sean,” she warned.

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll drop it. But just know—next time you smile at your phone like that, I will start texting Fabio.”

Gina scoffed, but her cheeks were undeniably pink now.

“I swear, one day, someone’s going to throw you off a balcony.”

Sean chuckled. “If it’s you, make sure I land on my feet.”

“Oh no,” she said with a smirk. “I’d aim for the cactus.”

“I’d aim for the cactus,” Gina repeated smugly, crossing her legs as she leaned back.

Sean tilted his head, that same slow grin still tugging at his lips. “And yet… here you are. Still not pushing me off the couch.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but the smirk on her face gave her away.

“Don’t tempt me,” she said.

“Who’s tempting who?” Sean murmured, his voice dipping low.

The air between them thickened instantly. The sarcasm faded—but the spark didn’t. It shifted. Deepened. His gaze dropped—briefly—to her lips, then dragged back up with a deliberate slowness that made her pulse jump.

Gina felt her throat dry as he leaned in, closing the distance they’d danced around all night. His arm slid across the back of the couch, brushing against her bare shoulder.

“I saw the way you smiled,” he said again, quieter now. “But I think I preferred the way you looked at me… just now.”

Her breath hitched.

“You’re imagining things,” she said, though even she didn’t believe it.

Sean didn’t flinch. His hand trailed from the back of the couch to her hair, fingers brushing along her jawline with featherlight precision. “Am I?”

Gina’s heart pounded. Her skin buzzed beneath his touch, every nerve suddenly awake. Alert. Wanting more.

She should have pulled away.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her eyes searched his—defiant but breathless. “Are you really going to get jealous over a text?”

He leaned in closer. “No. I’m going to do something about it.”

His hand slid behind her neck, gentle but sure. He paused—giving her a moment, a choice.

And then she moved. Just slightly. A tilt of her chin. A parting of lips.

That was all he needed.

Their mouths met in a kiss that started slow—taunting—but quickly ignited. His lips moved over hers with hunger, but not recklessness. He kissed her like he’d been holding back for far too long—and now that he had her, he wasn’t letting go easily.

Gina’s fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer as she shifted onto his lap without thinking. He caught her easily, hands gripping her waist like he’d imagined it a hundred times before. Maybe he had.

The couch creaked beneath them, but neither cared. The world shrank to just this—his touch, her breath, the quiet moan that slipped from her lips as his mouth traced down her jaw, lingering near her ear.

“You always talk this much?” he whispered, lips grazing her skin.

“Only when I’m trying not to kiss you,” she whispered back, breathless.

Sean chuckled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through her. “Then stop trying.”

And she did.

Gina kissed him like she’d been waiting too long to admit she wanted to. Her fingers fisted the front of his shirt, tugging him against her as their mouths collided again—hotter, deeper, unapologetic. Sean responded in kind, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her flush against him, swallowing the soft moan she couldn’t hold back.

Her legs wrapped around him instinctively as his hands roamed—strong, sure, sliding beneath the hem of her blouse to touch warm skin. His palms traced her back with possessive ease, thumbs brushing her ribs as if he needed to memorize every inch of her.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered between kisses, his voice hoarse against her lips.

“I’m not even close,” she breathed, tilting her head to let his mouth trail down her throat, sucking gently just below her ear—marking her, claiming her.

The air in the room turned feverish.

Clothes shifted.

Buttons gave way.

Her back arched when he dragged his mouth down to the hollow of her collarbone, tongue flicking across sensitive skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

“God, Sean—” she whispered, breathless, tugging his jacket off his shoulders as his hands slid beneath her thighs and lifted her like she weighed nothing. She gasped as he laid her back on the couch cushions, bracing himself over her.

He looked down at her then—eyes dark, hungry, but still waiting for the smallest hint of doubt.

She gave him none.

“I want this,” she said, barely louder than a whisper. “I want you.”

That did it.

Sean leaned in again, capturing her mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, one hand gripping the back of the couch while the other found her hip and pulled her closer. She clutched at him, arched into him, needing more—

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

They both froze.

Sean’s phone vibrated against the edge of the coffee table like an impatient child throwing a tantrum.

Gina groaned, dropping her head back into the pillow. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Sean didn’t move at first, his jaw clenched. Then he sighed and reluctantly pulled away just enough to glance at the screen.

Lilac.

He exhaled through his nose. “It’s Lilac.”

Gina blinked, still breathless. “Tell her you’re in the middle of a very important negotiation.”

Sean smirked, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip before he leaned back, still straddling the edge of the couch. “Trust me—I’d rather be negotiating with you.But this is important”

He swiped to answer.

Gina sat up beside him, straightening her blouse with a sigh and a smirk, lips swollen and eyes still heavy with heat. Her fingers brushed his thigh as she whispered, “This isn’t over.”

Sean glanced down at her with a wicked smile. “Not even close.”

But as Lilac’s voice came through the phone—urgent, sharp, and completely out of breath—he stiffened.

Something was wrong.

And just like that, the heat between them was replaced by the chill of reality knocking at the door.