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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close. I give a little shrick that

“who stays up all night, staring at me, obsession in

fingers in his thick hair as he begins, again, to kiss my

long moment in the eye before kissing me soundly. Far too soon he pulls away, glancing over at the

Studying me. “Are you ready for today, Fay?” he asks, his voice serious. “Do you have a

turning away and burying my face in the pillow. “It’s not today yet

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. “Well, if it’s still last night,” he murmurs, “that means we’re still on a date. Is this what you

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think my breathing, instantly heavier as his weight pins

and then running the broad

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or honestly, letting him do whatever he

Kent pulls away and I stare up at

“How do you want me to fuck you, Fay? Because I’m going to fuck you

in surprise at the frank way he states this not that it isn’t working for me, just – I blush and look away,

turning me back to him. “No. Don’t blush,” he orders, making me look at him. “Tell me

up at him, not knowing