June stared past
Arabella to the nightstand beside the bed. It was fairly
close to a few windows. Plus, the nightstand had never had anything on it
except one lonely lamp. “Look!” June pointed past Arabella’s face, grazing
her nose with her index finger. Arabella jolted around.
“Oh, my God,” she huffed. “I thought there was going to be something
crazy standing over there.”
“No, nothing from a horror movie.”
“What am I looking at then?”
“The nightstand. I think it’s a perfect place for the plant.”
Arabella grasped June’s bottom, which made her squeal. “Oh good. I’m
glad that I could help you find a place after all,” she said dryly.
“You most certainly did,” June said every word between kisses planted
on Arabella’s nose, her chin, her cheeks. She saved Arabella’s sensual, kiss-
swollen mouth for last, but only because some clichés were awesome and
true and a person should always kiss the best spots last where they could be
enjoyed and fully savored.
Chapter 18
Arabella
“Two pairs. Strip.”
“Damn it!” Arabella threw down her cards in mock disgust. “You always
win. I think you might be cheating.”
June’s nose wrinkled up at that accusation. “It’s not my fault that I have
mad skills.”
“Mad skills, my bottom.”
“Yes, I’m going to be seeing that lovely bottom shortly.”
Arabella gave in, wriggling out of her jeans. She was down to her bra,
panties, and socks. June had only lost one item, a sock, so far. They’d
decided to play strip poker when they saw it on the cheesy rom com they’d
put on. The poker seemed vastly more fun than the movie, which wasn’t