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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me and pulling me close. I give a little shrick that makes

up

I say with a yawn, stretching my body against his and then burying my fingers in his thick hair as he begins, again, to kiss my neck, my

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

for today, Fay?” he asks, his

moan, turning away and burying my face in the pillow. “It’s not today yet if the sun hasn’t

wrists and pinning my arms

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my breathing, instantly heavier as his weight pins me down

head to kiss my neck and then running the broad length of his tongue up the tender skin there, reminding

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saying anything, letting him figure it out or honestly, letting him do whatever he wants, because it’s

and I stare

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

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

my wrist and places it on my cheek instead, turning me back to him. “No. Don’t blush,” he orders, making me look at him. “Tell me

blink anxiously up at