Page 8 of Guarding Fable

I brush that thought aside. I make quick work of the dough, trying my best to concentrate on the task at hand instead of the beautiful woman in my shower. Soon, I’m slipping the pan into the oven.

“Wow, you made them from scratch?”

I turn and find her standing there, wearing the new shirt I left for her. She’s combed her long mahogany hair back from her face, and she’s flushed from her shower.

“Are you feeling okay?”

She nods. For a moment, I stand there staring at her. I had no idea how much my life would change when my phone rang today. Life will never be the same because of this slip of a woman.

I pull myself out of my thoughts. “And yes, I did make them from scratch.”

“That’s impressive,” she says as she pads over to me. She’s such a little thing that I get angry all over again about what happened to her.

“It’s easy.”

She nods, but she doesn’t look convinced.

“I promise. My mother taught me.”

She blinks, and then her smile fades.

“Did you remember something?”

She licks her lips, then sighs. The sound is so lonely that I want to pull her into my arms, but I resist, barely.

“No, not really. Just a feeling.”

“What feeling is that?”

“When you talked about your mother. I just felt sad. I’m not sure what that means.”

I hear the anguish in her voice, and I can’t help but pull her into my arms. Much like before, I rock her, kissing the top of her head and brushing my hand up and down her spine.

She relaxes into me, pressing her breasts up against my body as I feel a shudder move through her. Of course, my dick has no control over his reaction, and he comes up to attention, pressing against the zipper of my pants.

I pull back and look down at her. “Are you okay now?”

She nods.

“Go have a seat while I get everything else ready.”

She offers me a smile as she sits down at the table. I pull in a big breath and get her a bowl of soup. I set it down in front of her, and she smiles up at me.

“Thanks, Leo.”

Just hearing her say my name has heat lapping up my spin and my dick twitching.

This is going to be one long meal.

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Fable

The meal is as delicious as it smelled.

“I really like your home, Leo,” I say as he’s getting me a second bowl of stew.

“Thanks.”

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