Page 86 of At the Edge with You

Jett

I love having Fable in my office.

Especially when she’s wearing a little white tank that gives me a perfect view of her teardrop-shaped boobs, nipples and little piercings, and leggings that are painted on her shapely legs. She looks good enough to eat, and I’m rather starving. She sits in the chair across from me, her feet up on the armrest as she makes notes on the travel team tournaments packet we’re working on. I just finished it and want her opinion. She’s been in here all morning, showing me different ideas for the house and ordering some furniture. We’re having some of the contents of her storage unit in Chicago shipped here to bring her knickknacks, photos, and books home. She’s selling her furniture, though, because she wants to start fresh with me.

Fable is staying.

She’s mine.

Her reaction to the cabin was everything I wanted, and I’m ready to move in. We can sleep on a damn blow-up mattress, for all I care. I just want to be in our home, with my girl. When I say that, she side-eyes me and shakes her head. “We both won’t beable to walk, much less skate, if we sleep on a blow-up mattress. We’re fine, Jett.”

She’s not wrong. My back isn’t right if I’m not on my orthopedic bed. “I know, but I want to sleep with you in our home.”

Her eyes fill with excitement. “I do too, so instead of distracting me with this, let me buy stuff.”

I scoff, arching a brow. “You want me to approve that packet without your opinion?”

“No,” she mumbles. “Hush. I’m trying to focus.”

I grin, leaning back in my chair as I watch her. She has her pen in her mouth, her brows furrowed, looking too damn good for words. “If you’re able to focus, then I’m not doing my job.”

Her eyes cut to mine. “Jett,” she warns, and I flash her a boyish grin that I know gets her going.

“Do you want kids?”

She slams the papers on her thighs and looks at me skeptically, “Wow. Now? We want to talk about this now?”

I hold back my smile as I shrug. “Just curious.”

Her eyes search mine as she relaxes a bit. “I don’t know. Would it be okay if I wanted to be selfish and have you only to myself?”

“Not selfish at all.”

“Do you?”

I lick my lips, letting my eyes trail along her body. “I’d love to fill you up with my come and watch that belly grow, but we might be a bit old.”

“You’re old,” she quips with a grin, and I snort since we both know we’re the same age.

Her lips tip up as her eyes flash with heat. A flush moves up her neck to her cheeks as I waggle my brows. Her laughter hits me straight in my heart as she asks, “So, maybe we’d adopt?”

I wave my hand back and forth. “I’m on the fence. I don’t know which way I want to fall.”

“Do we have to decide now?”

“Not at all,” I tell her, passion lacing my voice. “But I sure love filling you with my come, though.”

Heat burns in her eyes as she holds my gaze. She licks her lips, setting me on fire before she asks in her sultry, sexy voice, “Does my man need attention?”

I look down, sliding my fingers along the edge of the desk. “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt with how fucking delectable you look.”

Her lips part. “Delectable?”

I nod. “Those nipples are all hard and begging to be sucked.”

Fable’s breath hitches as she taps her pen to her mouth. “Hmm, how dare I tempt you like that.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I lean back in my seat, knowing she can see the way my cock is pitching one hell of a tent. Like I wanted, she drags her eyes along my throbbing shaft before meeting my gaze again, desire and heat in her green depths. “Got me over here wanting to rip out IUDs and fill you with my babies.”

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