Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I can’t help myself, then, as I turn my face to Ivan, a tiny moan on my lips that he snatches away with his mouth on mine.

I kiss him without remembering to breathe, so hungry for him that I forget myself – hungry for his joy, his laughter, his ease and his jokes

the way he lets me escape the rest of my world and lose myself in him. Ivan’s mouth is hot against me as he wraps me in his arms, twisting his body and me with it so that I’m all tied up in him, his back now flat against the cushions and

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my chest pressed on top of his as I

take control of the kiss.

His hands feel like they’re everywhere, all over my body, and I want them there – and I slip my own hand beneath his shirt, feeling the flat stretch of his stomach, the ridge of the v of his muscles as they disappear into the top of his pants –

But suddenly I gasp, pulling away

remembering another stomach another stupid pair of pants –

I sit straight up, aghast, staring

down at Ivan.

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“Fay,” he says quietly, sitting

up, looking at me with concern. “What’s wrong?”

I just stare at him, appalled at myself. How could I – Kent was –

“It’s all right,” Ivan whispers, putting out a tentative hand and brushing a curl of my hair behind my ear. “It’s okay. We don’t have to. Do you want to go inside?”

my head, my body starting to

going to make

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that, as I

him.

problem is that I…I don’t know

with Kent – the intensity that grew between us until it broke

until

– I

with

this is what I want? Want

more?

in front of me

broken in

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to have sex

everyone –

hang my head, shaking it, so terribly confused. “No,” I say, closing my eyes and letting myself rest. “Can we just…can we just

and tugs on it, inviting me to come close and relax. I move to sit next to him, putting my

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beers from the bucket and handing me one. I

truly grateful that he’s… well, that he’s

Rodrigo,” I say with a little sigh.

he does. Ivan invents a long story for Rodrigo for me, of his childhood raised by panthers and his early years

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Ivan’s shoulder, I

rub my eyes, the early–morning air cold and dewy against my skin, and look to Ivan slumped

look at him