Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“Whoa, whoa, Fay,” I hear him say, his voice rough, his body still itself twitching with the aftershock of it all. “Are you all right?”

I try to form words but…god damnit, I just don’t have any – some part of me wonders if I should maybe be embarrassed about that but…fuck it, who cares

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Kent, gentle but firm, pulls me back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me, holding me steadily there while I find my breath, which shudders oddly through me

And then, as I start to come back to myself – I realize that I’m weeping – quite softly, but distinctly, little baby sobs shaking my shoulders –

“It’s all right, Fay,” Kent says to me gently, holding me tight, his cheek rough against the skin of my neck and ear. “It’s all right, sweetheart.”

I lean back against him, needing his steady presence for a minute or two, but as I come back to myself, to blink open my eyes and take deep breaths, I’m suddenly horribly embarrassed

so hard the

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new wave of mortification runs through

that all I can say? Um? “I’m okay I think I

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a little – not to move away from him, but so that I can get control. I lean against desk for a second,

then hear the sound of fabric moving, of his zipper and his belt, and I realize that he’s getting dressed. I turn then,

damn knees give out on me,

straight for the floor, but suddenly Kent is

as he makes sure his grip is steady on me, that I’m all right. And then he stands up with me in his arms. “Guess you’re not as

embarrassed and not quite meeting

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