Chapter 0264


    “It''s okay, Kent,” | say,ughing a little as | smile up at him. “I liked it. Next time | want to see if you can go deeper.”


    He pauses for a moment, staring down at me, and then he growls, grabbing me and rolling me over so that I’mying totally on


    his chest now, his arms wrapped around me. “What is wrong with you, girl,” he murmurs, burying his face in that ce he likes


    between my neck and my shoulder. “You''re supposed to be this innocent thing — this frail girl who trembles at the sight of me —


    and now you''re defying Italian mob bosses and telling me you like it when | fuck your face —*


    |ugh, tickled a little at the truth of this as | put my hands t on his chest and press until I''m sitting up, my legs falling on either


    side of him as | grin down at Kent, shrugging one shoulder. “What can | say, Lippert,” | murmur. “You corrupted me.”


    “Maybe,” he murmurs, sliding a hand up my side and brushing his thumb against the underside of my breast, making me shiver a


    bit. “But I’m more inclined to think that this Fay was there all along. Just needed a...little inspiration. To find herself.”


    | stretch my arms over my head, tilting my head back to the ceiling and sighing with happiness. “Never should have woken this


    Fay up, Kent,” | murmur, jokingly. “Soon I''ll have you so ensorcelled with my sexual prowess that you''ll willingly hand me


    everything you own, just for one more night.”


    “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 | ever thought


    you were.”


    |ugh at his joke, burying my hands in his hair and tilting back his head so | can kiss him fully on the mouth.


    “Oh really?” | say when | pull my mouth away, stillughing a little. “So, | can have whatever | want?”


    “Mmhmm,” he murmurs, looking up at me with his pretty green eyes. “Ask and it shall be given, Fay.”


    “Well,” | say, tilting my head back and considering. “I never got my condo in Mn...”


    Heughs. “You never approved the listing | sent you.”


    “That was in Paris!”


    “| assumed it was an equitable recement. You''ll like Paris more anyway.”


    “How do you know that,” | ask, narrowing my eyes at him.


    “Because,” he says honestly. “Paris has chocte croissants. Which you, | know, will eat by the dozen as soon as you get a


    taste.”


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


    cocking my head to the side, suddenly inspired.


    “I''m listening,” he replies, but he drops his head again, drawing kisses along my cor bone, belying this im.


    “What if...” | say, “l gave back my promise of a condo in Mn for...”


    He looks up at me now, curious.


    “For the same request,” | whisper, suddenly serious. “For an agreement of...no hands.”


    Kent cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to say more.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “| don’t want you to touch her


    anymore, Kent,” | wes the twitridr


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    h it''s true. “l only want you to...to


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    Kent is barely silent for a moment


    before he nods. “All right, Fay,” he


    says, looking up and holding eel


    gaze. “Ift ‘swttanyou want Then |


    Wott an’t control what she does


    to me, and | can’t stop her abruptly —


    there''s too much on the line with the


    Bianci family. But I''ll discourage her.


    And | won''t put my hands on her


    again. All right?” Please read the


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    “Really?” | breathe, shocked, letting my hands trail through his hair.


    “Really,” he replies. And then he slips a hand up my back and presses it between my shoulder des, pulling me in for a long,


    slow kiss. A promise in itself.


    We stay that way for a long while, kissing softly, slowly, in front of the fire. And when we stop, it’s because I’m the one to pull


    away.


    “Come on, big bad mafia boss,” | murmur, letting my arms fall across his shoulders. “Take me to bed.”


    And |ugh a little as he does as |


    say, wrapping my legs ene eae


    waist sit tands usa carries me


    over te lobed where heys me


    down, and thenys himself on top of


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