Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 126

I'm shocked the next morning to see that I wake before Kent. I watched him set the alarm for an ambitious six hours after we fell asleep, which will be in about...five minutes, I see, as I peek at the clock now.

rough on his jaw and cheeks -

Part of me is tempted to wake him like he woke me yesterday - with my hands on his naked body, touching the secret places I like to touch. But as I study his sleeping face - his brows drawn together even in repose, his full lips slightly parted, his black stubble I find that the only thing I can really do is...

Well, stare at him.

Christ, I think to myself, shaking my head a little. He's just...really f*****g hot.

And then, almost as if he heard my thoughts, Kent's shoulders twitch, and then he breathes in a deep breath, and his eyes begin to flutter open.

The first thing Kent does is focus on me as he blinks awake, and I blush as I realize that he's caught me just...staring at him.

But before I can do anything else, Kent lets out a feral little growl and reaches out his heavy arm, wrapping it around me and pulling me close. I give a little shriek that makes him laugh as he nuzzles sleepily against me.

"Now who is the bat," he murmurs, "who stays up all night, staring at me, obsession in her eyes..."

"Still you," I say with a yawn, stretching my body against his and then burying my fingers in his thick hair as he begins, again, to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my chest, his stubble rough against my skin and...well, frankly, getting me a little worked up. "Maybe," Kent says, lifting his face to mine and looking me for a long moment in the eye before kissing me soundly. Far too soon he pulls away, glancing over at the clock and sighing as he reaches for it before it goes off.

He sits up, then, looking down at me. Studying me. "Are you ready for today, Fay?" he asks, his voice serious. "Do you have a plan?"

"No," I moan, turning away and burying my face in the pillow. "It's not today yet if the sun hasn't come up - it's still last night -"

He laughs and pulls the pillow away from me, tossing it to the floor and rolling his body over top of mine, grabbing me by the wrists and pinning my arms above my head. "Well, if it's still last night," he murmurs, "that means we're still on a date. Is this what you want, Fay?"

And I think my breathing, instantly heavier as his weight pins me down to the mattress, is answer enough.

"What do you want me to do to you, Fay?" Kent murmurs, dipping his head to kiss my neck and then running the broad length of his tongue up the tender skin there, reminding me, intimately, of what he did to me last night.

I moan a little, not saying anything, letting him figure it out - or honestly, letting him do whatever he wants, because it's all good -

But Kent pulls away and I stare up at him, confused.

"Tell me," Kent demands, looking steadily down into my face. "How do you want me to f**k you, Fay? Because I'm going to f**k you now, as soon as you tell me how."

And I gasp a little in surprise at the frank way he states this - not that it isn't working for me, just - I blush and look away, because I've never had to do the talking before, and I have no idea what to say -

But Kent moves one hand from my wrist and places it on my cheek instead, turning me back to him. "No. Don't blush," he orders, making me look at him. "Tell me what you want."

I blink anxiously up at him, not knowing-

"Do it, Fay," Kent orders, flexing his hips hard against me so I can feel him ready for me - however I want him. Then he smirks at me, teasing as I give a little gasp. "You had lots to say last night when you were threatening to pour tequila all over my bed -" "I did not," I cut in, frowning at him. "I didn't say anything - I was all action -"

"There she is," Kent growls, pleased to have gotten some words out of me, and he flexes his hips again, making me gasp a little bit more. "Now, use that dirty little mouth to tell me how you want me. Now."

"Flip me over," I say, the words falling from my lips before I knew I was thinking them. A hungry little noise echoes in Kent's chest as he moves the hand from my face and slips it beneath me, grabbing me from behind by my far hip and flipping me over in one quick movement, just as I asked.

"Now what," he whispers, kneeling between my legs with his hands on my hips, using his thumbs to dig into the muscles of my lower back, starting to massage me just a little. I moan a little at the feel of it, of Kent's strong hands loosening my muscles, at the feel of myself already growing wet for him -

"Now what," he asks again, accompanying his demand with a sharp smack on my a*s. I yelp a little, even though I liked it, but I feel his hand leave my skin and I know that he's pulling it back, ready for another -

"Lay on top of me," I say quickly, "I - I want to feel you - all of you - "

And he does it, slowly, lowering himself so that his stomach presses against my back, his arms on either side of mine taking the majority of his weight so he doesn't crush me.

"Push into me," I whisper, not waiting for him to command me again, because I can already feel him there - at my entrance - wanting to be inside me as much as I want him there. Kent groans a little as he obeys me, as he adjusts himself so that the head of his c**k begins to spread me -

And then we both almost leap out of our skins as a hard knock comes at the door.

"Shit," Kent breathes, pulling me to him in an instant and clamping an unnecessary hand over my mouth. Because I go still as a rabbit, shocking myself by not emitting a noise. We are both still and tense for a moment, but then the knock comes again. "Through the passage, Fay," Kent commands in a whisper, quickly standing up and hastily pulling the sheets off the bed to wrap around me. "There's no time - they wouldn't wake me if it wasn't urgent."

I nod, still not daring to say a word, and wrap myself up as fast as I can as I cross the room. I look over at Kent, who is pulling on his underwear as he heads for the door - not the one to his office, but one - I think that goes to the kitchens. He holds my eyes for a long moment, giving me a nod, and then he shocks me by pressing the fingers of his right hand to his mouth for just a second, kissing them before clenching that hand in a fist and moving towards the kitchen door.

I pause a moment in my surprise because - I mean, I could swear that that was the Kent Lippert version of blowing me a kiss. But I move through the passage door as quick as I can, pulling it silently shut behind me.

The next few minutes of tottering awkwardly through the freezing basement passage are not...my favorite moments of my life, as I spend one third of my time wishing I had some socks, another third ignoring the unfinished ache in my core, and the final third anxiously worrying that there is some kind of horrible disaster happening upstairs.

But as I pass through the wardrobe into my room, everything is...peaceful. Totally normal. I take a moment to listen quietly for any changes but eventually the tension unwinds from my muscles as I hear absolutely nothing.

Then, frustrated that what seemed like it was going to be some really great s*x was interrupted for absolutely nothing, I scowl and head into my bathroom for a long shower.

Because the day has finally arrived, and I can no longer use tequila and sex to distract myself from the one big problem in my life: Natalia.

Natalia, the woman who wants my father dead and me gone with him so that she can take her place as Kent's wife.

But as I step into the steaming hot water of my shower, a little snarl curls on my lips.

Because if that's what she wants?

God damn it, but I'm going to make her step over my dead body to take it.