Page 139 of Last Call

“And somehow managed to get grass stains on clothes that were already clean. How many times was that?”

Fallon reached the bed and perched on the edge. “I can learn from my mistakes.”

“Mmm.” Riley’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she set down the shirt. “And what exactly have you learned so far?”

“That watching you fold clothes is incredibly sexy.” Fallon’s hand found Riley’s wrist, her thumb tracing lazy circles over her pulse point. “The way your hands move…”

“Only you could make folding laundry sound seductive.”

Fallon leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Want me to show you what else I’ve learned?”

“Does it have anything to do with this pile of clothes?”

“Maybe. The more I shrink, the less you wear.”

“I see. So, that’s your master plan? Shrink my clothes to get me naked?”

“Will it work?” Fallon asked.

Riley shook her head affectionately. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a few ideas.”

“I’ll bet you do.”

Fallon grinned. “Interested?”

“I might be,” Riley said, setting aside the half-folded shirt. “Depends on how convincing you can be.”

Fallon took the opening, sliding closer until their thighs touched. “I can beveryconvincing.”

“I’m open to your arguments,” Riley whispered, challenge dancing in her eyes.

Fallon cupped Riley’s face, her thumbs caressing her cheekbones. The teasing banter melted away as their eyes locked. Fallon leaned in, brushing her lips against Riley’s tenderly.

“Convinced yet?” Fallon asked.

Riley’s answer was to wind her fingers through Fallon’s hair and pull her into a deeper kiss. The laundry pile shifted as Fallon moved closer, sending a cascade of neatly folded clothes tumbling to the floor.

“Your housekeeping skills leave a bit to be desired,” Riley breathed.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Fallon promised, guiding Riley back onto the bed, the forgotten laundry now scattered beneath them. She hovered above her, drinking in the sight of Riley’s flushed cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” Fallon whispered.

“Fallon.”

Fallon lowered herself slowly, pressing kisses along Riley’s jaw, down the column of her throat.

Riley sighed, her hands finding purchase on Fallon’s shoulders. “Is this part of your laundry lesson?" Riley asked, sighing when Fallon found a sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“This is the advanced course,” Fallon replied, lifting Riley’s shirt. “It’s very hands-on.”

Fallon’s lips discovered each inch of newly revealed skin. “I love laundry,” she whispered.

Riley giggled even as she pulled Fallon closer. “You’re ridiculous,” Riley murmured as her hands worked at the buttons of Fallon’s shirt.

“Ridiculously in love with you,” Fallon said, catching Riley’s lower lip between her teeth gently.

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