Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 205

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

Chapter 205

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.

Chapter 205

“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?”

I breathe, shaking my head, my body starting to calm

of course, Ivan isn’t going to make

Chapter 205

I realize that,

him.

that I…I don’t know what I want. And

with Kent – the intensity that grew between

until

broke – I hadn’t

with Ivan…

is what I want?

more?

front of me right now…and after twenty–some years

has broken in

Chapter 205

just want to have sex with

everyone –

“No,” I say, closing my eyes and letting myself

the cushions and looking at me with concern. He takes my hand and tugs on it, inviting me to come close

Chapter 205

reaching for two more beers from the bucket

that he’s… well, that he’s being so nice to me.

I say with a little sigh. “Tell me how you grew up.”

does. Ivan invents a long story for Rodrigo for me, of his childhood raised by panthers and his early years in the sands of the Sahara, including weird twists and heart–wrenching turns that have me laughing long into the

Chapter 205

still pillowed on Ivan’s shoulder, I fall asleep listening to the sound of

through my lashes and invading my sleep. I rub my eyes, the early–morning air cold and dewy against my skin, and look to Ivan slumped against my

look at him and raise a