Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“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
Things 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 to pull my pants down from my hips, to unbuckle his belt and push his own pants down
And I want it want every moment of it, because this this is always where Kent and I have come together. No matter what our fight, or our tension, our physical connection has always allowed us to find steady ground.
So it isn’t even a question for me when I reach down between us to take Kent’s heavy, hard cock in my hands, to guide it towards my core, to press him closer to me by tightening the leg that’s still looped around his hip
Because I want him
Now.
Hard, and fast, and thick
Kent groans and shudders as he sinks into me, as he begins to pulse
But both of us freeze in an instant as we hear the knock at the door.
And then our eyes flash immediately to the knob which, to our horror, begins to turn.
“Fuck,” Kent hisses, immediately pulling out of me and yanking me off the desk as my panic sets in, as the door begins to swing open
Because I didn’t fucking lock it, did I?
And then, to my shock, Kent presses his hands down on my shoulders, hard forcing me to my knees
And then he throws himself into his chair, rolling it forward to where I’m sitting
And then he kicks me actually kicks me
But suddenly, as I hear the door creak fully open I understand.
And I crawl backwards, as fast and as silently as I can, tucking myself into the hollow under Kent’s desk as he rolls the chair forward, his knee pressed uncomfortably up against my face.
But I don’t protest because I know that tucked under like this as long as whoever is coming in doesn’t coming around to his side of the desk they can’t see me, or the fact that he’s sitting in his chair half naked.
I’ve barely tucked myself under the desk when I hear the door stop its creaking.
My heart pounds as I hear footsteps cross the room halfway.
“Ah, Kent,” Alessi says, making my breath catch in my throat. “Up late tonight, are we?”
I cover my mouth with my hand, my fingers brushing against Kent’s bare knee pressed against my face, desperate to hush the sound of my panting breath.
A string of obscenities flies through my head as I press my eyes shut, praying frantically that Alessi didn’t see me that he doesn’t peek around the side of Kent’s desk and see him sitting in his desk chair with no pants on.
Next to me, Kent’s leg begins to shake and tremble. And I know he has precisely the same fear.
“Not so late, Alessi,” Kent sighs, and I’m shocked to hear how composed he sounds, especially as I’m almost gasping with fear down here.
“Eh, perhaps I just remember you from our youth in Italy,” Alessi says fondly, “always early to bed for Kent. But yes.” A pause here, and I imagine him giving a casual shrug, “perhaps things have changed.”
“What can I help you with, Alessi?” Kent says, snapping a little. I go even more still now, hoping that he doesn’t piss Alessi off. He needs to get him out of here as fast as he can not to start a fight.
“Just coming to speak with my brother-in-law,” Alessi murmurs, his voice a bit more sly than I’m used to. “Natalia is very…eager. To have things settled with you. Have you considered her offer?”
I hear movement and open my eyes, shifting my gaze to the line of light that comes in between the floor and barrier of the desk against which I am currently pressed. I see a shadow darken the line and then the creaking of a chair. I again curse inwardly. Alessi has sat down.
Which means he’s staying awhile.
Shit.
Well, at least he didn’t move around the desk…yet.
My eyes dart towards Kent when he speaks again, but I close my eyelids them rather than staring at the long length of his leg that presses against me. “No, Alessi,” Kent sighs. “I’ve already told her marriage is not something I’m thinking about anytime in the near future. It’s just not on the table for me.”
“But Natalia ”
“Is a wonderful woman,” Kent interrupts smoothly before pausing and, I assume, giving Alessi a dark glare. “But even if she was the most wonderful woman, it’s simply…not in the cards.”
He sighs. “It would make my father very happy,” he says slowly, “to renew the ties between our families.”
“Is Daniel not enough of a tie?” Kent asks, his voice sharp.
“Daniel is a wonderful boy, we love him very much,” Alessi says smoothly. “But he is…not as involved in the business as we would like. And if he continues to be unattached to the Lippert business, then it would be better for us to…renew the ties in another way.”
There’s a long pause. “I’m not going to marry her,” Kent says, his voice quiet and blunt. “So, if we need to make a tie, then we have to do it another way.”
“Well,” Alessi says on a deep intake of breath. “I understand. But perhaps…we need to make some changes, then.”
“Is it not enough?” Kent asks, and I can tell that he’s starting to lose his temper now. “Everything else that we’ve done? The money flows into Italy I know how much we’ve brought in for you ”
“It is not about the money,” Alessi snaps. “It is about the trust.”
“I have never done anything to defy your trust,” Kent growls.
“You kept the Alden girl,” Alessi points out. “When we told you to let her go.”
Kent just sighs now and I feel him shift in his seat, leaning back in exasperation. “It’s the right call,” he says, his voice clipped. “You should trust me on that.”
“Well, time will tell,” Alessi says conversationally, and my eyes widen when I see the shadows at the edge of the desk shift and hear the creak of his chair. He’s getting up. I hear the sound of his footsteps moving away and start to exhale a deep breath.
“Ah, Kent,” Alessi says, apparently turning back. “The shipment that you arranged. Of the goods. It will be delivered? Shortly?”
“Yes,” Kent says, his whole body going tense suddenly. “The shipment is arranged. I got word tonight that it should arrive in Sicily in two days’ time.”
“Ah!” Alessi says, laughing a little, apparently pleased. “This is wonderful, Kent. We will be…very pleased, to be able to bring this new business to Italy. It will be quite lucrative, for us to be able to get a foot in this different game.”