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!”

replacement.

ask, narrowing my eyes at

honestly. “Paris has chocolate croissants.

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by the dozen

again, pleased at the thought of choosing a city based on their breakfast pastry alone. “What about a trade?” I say,

listening,” he replies, but he drops his head again, drawing kisses along my collar bone, belying

back my promise of a condo in

for…”

at me now,

suddenly serious. “For an

side,

you to touch her anymore, Kent,” I whisper, the humor falling from my face as I realize how much it’s true. “I only want you to…to touch

can’t control what she does to me, and

letting my hands trail through