Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 330

“Fay,” Kent murmurs, sitting up and wrapping his arms around my hips, tugging me close so that he can kiss my chest, lick his tongue up the soft space between my breasts. “If you don’t think I’m already there, then you’re more of a fool than I ever thought

you were.”

I laugh at his joke, burying my hands in his hair and tilting back his head so I can kiss him fully on the mouth.

“Oh really?” I say when I pull my mouth away, still laughing a little. “So, I can have whatever I want?”

“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, looking up at me with his pretty green eyes. “Ask and it shall be given, Fay.”

“Well,” I say, tilting my head back and considering. “I never got my condo in Milan…”

He laughs. “You never approved the listing I sent you.”

“That was in Paris!”

equitable replacement.

know that,” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

honestly. “Paris

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will eat by the dozen as soon as you get a laste.”

pastry alone. “What about a trade?” I say, cocking my head to the side, suddenly inspired.

but he drops his head again, drawing kisses along

gave back my promise

for…”

up at me

same request,” I whisper, suddenly serious. “For an agreement of…no hands.”

to the side, waiting for me

the humor falling from my face as I realize how much it’s

barely silent for a moment before he nods. “All right, Fay,” he says, looking up and holding my gaze. “If that’s what you want. Then I won’t. I can’t control what she does to me, and I can’t stop her abruptly- there’s too much on the line with the Bianci family. But

letting my hands trail through