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?”

I breathe, shaking my head, my

course, Ivan isn’t going to make me

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realize that, as I

him.

that I…I don’t know what I want. And

with Kent – the intensity that grew

until

broke – I hadn’t

this, with

this is what I

more?

of me right

broken in

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want to

everyone –

closing

concern. He takes my hand and tugs on it, inviting me to come close and relax. I

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a long minute, Ivan reaching for two more beers from the bucket and

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

with a little sigh. “Tell me

by panthers and his early years in the sands of the Sahara, including weird twists and heart–wrenching turns that have me laughing

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pillowed on Ivan’s shoulder, I fall asleep

peeking through my lashes and invading my sleep. I rub my eyes, the early–morning air cold and

at him