Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 266

“What!” I shriek, shocked, a noise that makes Kent laugh.

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“Kent!” I hiss in a whisper, remembering that this is apparently a secret and that I should be quiet, “put me down! I need my pants!”

“No, you don’t,” he replies, laughing a little with derision as he climbs. “Those ugly shorts – where did you get those anyway?”

“They’re comfortable!” I protest.

Kent shocks me then by delivering a punishing little smack on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs again and I can feel his head moving against my hip, shaking from side to side in frustration. “All the resources in the world,” he mutters, “and you order polyester pajamas – honestly Fay-”

“They’re cute!” I retort, shocked and a little offended as he continues to carry me up the steps slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“They’re horrible,” he mutters, pushing open a door and passing through it. As Kent turns to close the door behind him, I look around and am mildly surprised to see that we’re in his bedroom. “I’m going to put those clothes in the incinerator first thing in the morning,” Kent informs me, pulling me off his

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me down to my place in his bed.

my face when I see him

his pockets and looking hungrily down at me. “Ever again, if

then, and am pleased when I see him smile. “I’ll get cold,” I protest, giving

to pull back the comforter and sheets and tuck me into them, his hands lingering unnecessarily long on my ass as he does. Then, that done, Kent picks a

disappears inside, I cock my head, considering…does Kent Lippert have pajamas?

do they look

I look down at the book, a well–loved hardcover with a gilt title that reads Control and Manipulation. I flip it

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wearing nothing but his underwear. I can’t help the way my eyes follow him as he crosses the room, as I admire his well–muscled form, his eight–pack abs, his strong legs

still watching him, unable to tear my eyes away, as he moves to his side of the

paying half attention to me as

work

to me, baffled, and I grin. I like him like this – when I can see the always–controlled Kent thrown off