Page 71 of At the Edge with You

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?”

“So it shows what’s happening on the ice,” she says simply, and I gawk at her.

“Fable, the rink holds one thousand people. If they can’t see, then they need to stand up!” She fights back a grin, and I eye her. “Are you messing with me?”

She bites her lip, and I capture her wrist, pulling her to me. She comes willingly, her skates knocking into mine as she holds in her laughter. I cup her jaw, staring deeply into her bright-green eyes. “Am I not giving you enough attention that you need to mess with me?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

I arch a brow. “Maybe, huh?” I press my hips to hers so that she can feel what she does to me. “What do you need, my princess?”

Her eyes flash with desire, causing a primal need for her to course through my body. With her eyes playful and her chin tipped up toward me, she says, “Maybe we should do the lift again?”

I don’t move, wanting to catch her off guard. Instead, I hold her gaze as I feign annoyance. She loves getting under my skin just as I love doing the same to her. I exhale hard through my nose, and then without warning, I flip her around so that her hips hit the boards. The toes of her skates smack into the boards as I cage her body in, pressing my cock into her sweet ass. I take hold of her bun, pulling her head back and dropping my lips to her ear.

She gasps, and I love the sound. Against her ear, I whisper, “Does my girl want to come?”

“Jett,” she moans as I snake my other hand between her legs. I move her skirt, pushing the leotard to the side, only to realize she has tights on.

“Think these will stop me?”

Before she can answer, I tear the thin nylon and delve my fingers into her sweet cunt. She’s dripping for me, and the sigh that leaves my lips is one of devotion. I suck on her lobe as I find her nub easily and swirl the tip of my finger over it. She lets out a little whine, arching into my hand as I trail kisses down her neck and along her exposed shoulders. I dot kisses on her heated flesh before pressing an openmouthed kiss to her neck. “If you want to come, all you have to do is ask.” I suck on her skin, and she moans my name as I continue to rub her sweet spot. “I love making you come, you know that.” She nods quickly, her moans filling the rink. I know someone could walk in, but I’m too fargone to care. I’ll start locking the doors if I have to, and fuck, I hope I have to. “I want to mark your skin. Can I?”

“Please,” she cries out, and I suck harder on her, needing to leave my mark so that everyone knows she’s mine. “Jett,” she whines as she starts to tremble under my touch.

“Yes, princess, come all over my fingers. Give me what we both want.”

She throws her head back, and I look down at her as she explodes beneath my touch. As I watch her, the waves of pleasure knocking into her, I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t have fought to witness this.

But I’m thankful they didn’t, because her look, her pleasure, is all fucking mine.

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