Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I’m suddenly, instantly, gaspingly awake, looking around for whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee –

But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it’s just that fucking alarm clock

Kent groans beneath me, hardly moving at all, apparently used to it. He opens his eyes, though, which I smack him hard in the chest.

“Ooof,” he says, frowning at me and rubbing his pectoral where I hit him. “What the hell was that for?”

“Turn that thing off!” I shriek, pointing to the alarm clock. “Before I have a heart attack!”

Kent just laughs and rolls over towards the clock, grabbing it off the nightstand and pressing the button on top. It instantly goes silent and Kent drops it on the bed before he turns back to me.

“Told you it would wake the dead.”

“It woke me!” I growl, hitting him again, which just makes him laugh more. “And I almost died from fright!”

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to the sheets, twisting so that he pins me there with his body on top of mine, “that you can stand up to me without a second thought, but a little alarm clock you say

under Kent’s fit body, getting to feel the weight of him pressing me into

you did,” Kent murmurs, dropping his head and kissing the space between my collar bones and then shifting his body to drop

hair. “I got a horse and a knee–shattering orgasm and a whole

lower on my body. Taking his meaning – that my body is his

–

his check, working hard to hold back the full extent of my sly smile as I ask the question that’s been burning in me for hours. “Why are all of the

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the closet my size?”

he asks, pretending to look at the closet and consider it. “And here I was,

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on my shoulder. “The women’s clothes, Kent. I thought

if he’s pleased I noticed but a little chagrined that I’m inquiring. I think he’d prefer it,

it stocked,” Kent murmurs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine,

assumed he’d

and letting me put the

look at me. “You knew you’d get me in your bed at

deciding what to tell me. Then, he surprises me with his answer.