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. You’ll like Paris more an

I ask, narrowing

says honestly. “Paris has chocolate croissants.

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eat by the dozen as soon as you get a

the thought of choosing a city based on their breakfast pastry alone. “What about a trade?” I say, cocking my head

replies, but he drops his head again, drawing

back my promise of

for…”

at me now,

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

head to the side, waiting

want you to touch her anymore, Kent,” I whisper, the humor falling from my face

what you want. Then I won’t. I can’t control what she does to me, and I can’t

shocked, letting my hands trail