Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Even when she’s driving me nuts.
With her lips pursed and her brows drawn in, Fable smacks my forearm. “You have to stay tight. Don’t drop me.”
“I’d never drop you,” I throw back at her, and she raises a brow at me. We’ve been skating for two hours this evening, and I’m feeling every bit of my age. She won’t let up, though. She’s determined to get this lift, when I’d rather just lift her up on my cock.
“Keep up, pretty boy.”
I grin. “No problem, ice princess.”
Her brows furrow deeper as she pushes off, and I skate parallel beside her. She turns so that she’s skating backward and reaches for me, our hands locking. Our eyes meet, and the confidence in hers leaves me gasping for air. It reminds me of when we were younger, and I almost lose my footing. Though, I can’t let her down. She kicks her leg up, and I swiftly lift her, her body twisting in the air before I hold her overhead, her legs out in a split. Now, eighteen-year-old Fable would have had those legs straight out, but as she reminds me, her legs only bend back like that with the pressure of my hands on her thighs.
And thank fuck for that.
I skate with her above me easily, before I twist our hands and she closes her legs to slide down my body. I cup her ass with my hands, and her eyes meet mine, playfulness shining in them. “You can’t grab my ass like that in the show.”
I arch a brow. “Who says?”
She smacks me teasingly. “I do. It’s inappropriate.”
I squeeze her thick ass, loving that she’s in her little leotard and sheer skirt. “I don’t know…I think you like my hands on your ass.”
She beams. “Oh, I do, but not during a show for my grandmother.”
I scoff. “Kitty and the girls will be the ones hootin’ and hollerin’ the loudest.”
Her face flushes as she smacks me again. “Still, you can’t grab my ass and then transition to the next move.”
I flash her a look that tells her to try me. “I don’t agree. I can do a lot when it comes to your body.”
She snickers as she wraps her arms around me. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Kiss me,” I say without wavering, and the grin I’m rewarded with has my heart aching in my chest. She tilts her chin up, and I meet her sweet mouth with my own. She tastes so damn good, like the cinnamon from the frappé she drank earlier. I suck on her bottom lip before I sink my teeth into it, her hips arching against mine in the most delicious way. I dig my fingers into her ass as I hold her closer, loving how good she feels against me.
We part, panting and wild-eyed for each other. I push a stray wave behind her ear and then kiss her nose. Her eyes are just as bright as her smile as she says, “I want to do the lift again.”
I groan, arching into her, showing her how hard she’s made me. “Princess, after that kiss, I want nothing more than to take you upstairs.”
She chortles, shaking her head. “I want it to be perfect.”
“We have it,” I insist, but there is no way I can say no to her. For the next thirty minutes, we work on the lift over and over. Each time, I prove we’ve got this, but she still doesn’t feel good about it. It gets to the point that every time she says “again,” I give her a dark look and curse under my breath. Her eyes dance with mine, and I swear, she has a sneaky grin on her face when she turns around. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but she’s lucky I like being a player.
When we stop by the bench to grab water, I get a moment of reprieve before she sighs deeply. I side-eye her. “You say ‘again,’ and I’m bending you over this board.”
Her lips curve as she looks up at me through her lashes. Naughty little thing. “And pray tell, do what?” she asks innocently, and my eyes narrow.
“It’ll be a toss-up between smacking that sweet ass and making you come on my fingers.”
A blush blossoms on her cheeks, but she holds my gaze. “How about both?”
“Fable…” I warn, and her eyes only fill with more excitement.
Her lips tip up, and then she leans in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “What?”
“You’re playing with fire, princess.”
“Maybe I like burning up with you.”
God, she drives me wild. “I know you do,” I tell her. “But I’m not playing. My body hurts.”
Her lips turn down. “Fine. What do you think about getting a jumbotron for in here?”
My brows fly to my hairline. “What in the hell do we need that for?”