Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“I’m sorry too,” I murmur, sniffing, my voice thick with my

–

crying. “I should I should trust you

“No, what I said was unforgivable,” he murmurs against my hair.

“Well, yeah,” I say, whipping my head up to glare at him a little while I wipe at my face, an act that makes him smile in relief. I think he’s more comfortable with me mad than he is with me sobbing. “Seriously, Kent?” I ask, taking his lapels in my hand, “is that what you think of me, what you want from me? To just sit around and look pretty and wait for you to

“No, Fay,” he says, taking my face in his hands and shaking his head. “That was…horrible. I didn’t mean it. That’s not what I think and not what I want. I should trust you more too. I’m sorry.”

And then I’m nodding, accepting it, understanding that we both regret everything about the past two days, and then I’m on my toes, reaching for him, and he understands, because a moment later his mouth is on mine – hard, and fast, and desperate.

It only takes a second for Kent to lean down before he has an arm under my ass, lifting me up so that I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he takes a step forward to seat me on his desk-

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move fast from there, everything a blur as Kent kisses me deeper, hungrier than I’ve felt him in weeks, his mouth never leaving mine but somehow – and I have no idea how managing

is always where Ként and I have come together. No

Our

even a question for me when I reach down between us to take Kent’s heavy, hard cock in my hands,

want him

Now.

and thick

he sinks into me,

as we

to the knob which,

pulling out of me

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sets in, as the door begins

open-

lock it,

his hands down on my shoulders, hard – forcing me to my knees