Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I’m shocked the next morning to see that I wake before Kent. I watched him set the alarm for an ambitious six hours after we fell asleep, which will be in about…five minutes, I see, as I peck at the clock now.

Part of me is tempted to wake him like he woke me yesterday – with my hands on his naked body, touching the secret places I like to touch. But as I study his sleeping face – his brows drawn together even in repose, his full lips slightly parted, his black stubble rough on his jaw and cheeks

I find that the only thing I can really do is…

Well, stare at him.

Christ, I think to myself, shaking my head a little. He’s just… really fucking hot.

And then, almost as if he heard my thoughts, Kent’s shoulders twitch, and then he breathes in a deep breath, and his eyes begin to flutter open.

The first thing Kent does is focus on me as he blinks awake, and I blush as I realize that he’s caught me just…staring at him.

But before I can do anything else, Kent lets out a feral little

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pulling me close. I give a little shrick that

“who stays up all night, staring at

fingers in his thick hair as he begins, again, to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my chest, his stubble rough against my skin and…well, frankly, getting me a little worked up.

lifting his face to mine and looking me for a long moment in the eye before kissing me soundly. Far too soon he pulls away, glancing over at the clock and sighing as he reaches for

you ready for today, Fay?” he

pillow. “It’s not today

pillow away from me, tossing it to the floor and rolling his body over top of mine, grabbing me by the wrists and pinning my arms above my head.

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his weight pins me

want me to do to you, Fay?” Kent murmurs, dipping his head to kiss my neck and then running the broad length of his tongue up the tender skin there,

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or honestly, letting

and I

you want me to fuck you, Fay? Because I’m

the frank way he states this not that it isn’t working for me, just – I blush and look away, because I’ve never had to do the talking before,

my cheek instead, turning me back to him. “No. Don’t blush,” he orders, making me look at him. “Tell me what you want.”

blink anxiously up at him, not knowing