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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arm, wrapping it around me and pulling me close. I give a little shrick that makes him laugh as he nuzzles sleepily

murmurs, “who stays up all night, staring at me, obsession in her eyes…”

as he begins, again, to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my chest, his stubble rough against

soundly. Far too soon he pulls away, glancing over at the clock and sighing as he reaches for it before it

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

my face in the pillow. “It’s not today yet if the

grabbing me by the wrists and pinning my arms

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as his weight pins me down

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

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it out or honestly, letting him do whatever he wants,

Kent pulls away and I stare up at him, confused.

demands, looking steadily down into my face. “How do you want me to fuck you, Fay? Because I’m going

working for me, just – I blush and look away, because I’ve never had to do the talking

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

anxiously up at him, not