Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

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Kent laughs again and looks up into my face. “Pearls before swine,” he murmurs, but I can tell he doesn’t mean it. That he likes me just like this. 

“Hey,” I whisper with a little snarl, bringing my mouth close to his, “call me a swine again. See what happens.” But I don’t give him the chance, kissing him before he can speak, opening my mouth to him and letting him tug me flush against him, my stomach against his chest. 

moan, 

I wait for Kent to shudder a little, until he utters his first little before I pull away, unlooping my arms from around his neck and pulling my left knee over his lap so that I can sit beside him, rather than straddle him. 

“Hey,” he growls, reaching for me, but I hold up one finger- with a little difficulty, considering I have my empty whiskey glass in that hand. 

“Uh–uh,” I say, pursing my lips. “One drink and then you think you can get me in bed? With no conversation? Not much of a date, Mr. Lippert.” 

Kent glares at me and snatches the empty glass from my hand, putting it roughly on the bedside table next to his. “You’re already in bed, Fay,” he growls, turning back towards me and 

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rolling his body in an attempt to cover mine, to pin me to the mattress in the way he knows I like. 

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I’m tempted but well, honestly, I’m a little serious. I want him – I always want him. But I also want…a minute with him, before we dive into all of that. A minute just to talk, to connect. 

“Come on, Kent,” I say, grinning up at him as I place a hand flat against his chest, making him pause. “I’m cheap, but I’m not easy.” 

Kent, glowering above me, raises a dubious eyebrow at me that makes me laugh, hard. But then he sighs and falls on his side, stretching his body out and propping his head up on his palm. “All right,” he says, curious. “What’s it going to take, Ms. Alden?” 

“Well, you made me a cocktail,” I say, beginning to smirk as I lay my back flat on the mattress, my shoulders propped up against a pillow, and start to unscrew the top of the tequila bottle in my hand. “Now I’ll make you one.” 

“Fay,” Kent says, suddenly worried and reaching for the bottle. “What are you doing – let me get a glass –” 

“No!” I object, laughing and pulling it out of his grasp. “This is my drink I’ll mix it as I please 

“Oh my god,” he murmurs as he sees me hold the open bottle over my stomach. He reaches for the bottle again but I smack his arm away. “You’re going to get it all over the sheets-” 

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“Well then you’d better drink quick,” I say as I pour juuuuust a little bit of tequila in the shallow well created by my belly button. 

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With a groan of dismay Kent dips his head to my stomach, and I laugh hysterically as he slurps the tequila off of me, thoroughly enjoying the movement of his lips and tongue against my skin as he does his best to get all of it up before it can drip onto his thousand–dollar sheets. 

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