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little bit more. Arabella got real low, intending to kiss her way up June’s

thigh, but the floor wasn’t as low as she figured, or she wasn’t as high up,

and she ended up banging her chin on the floor. Hard.

“Ouch!” She rubbed at the sore spot, glad she hadn’t bitten her tongue

when her teeth knocked together on impact.

“Oh, my God!” June put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Sorry! I swear I’m not laughing at that. I swear, I—”

“This isn’t going to do.” Arabella pretended to be serious, but she offered

June a hand as she stood. She surprised her when she was on her feet by

cupping her waist and lifting her onto the countertop. “There. That’s much

better.”

“Oh, my God, you’re strong,” June laughed. She braced her hands on the

countertop and let her head fall back as Arabella stepped between her legs.

“I work out a few times a week. I mean, I do yoga. Not work out, work

out. I’m not that ambitious. I wanted to stay flexible and in shape after

cheer was done.”

“Did you do that in college?”

“No. I wasn’t actually good enough to the make the team.”

“That’s crazy! You were so good in high school!”

“Yes, well, that’s high school. College is something entirely different.”

She left that there, another apology of sorts.

June grasped Arabella’s blouse and tugged her close. “Well, I think

you’re strong, and I think it’s pretty awesome that you’re flexible.” She

winked as she dropped her hand and worked her skirt up. It was tight, and

cinching it around her waist required a lot of shimmying. It was comical,

but it was also sexy as hell.

June had nice legs. She had really, really gorgeous legs. She’d always

had such a tight, small form with sweet curves. She couldn’t be more than

ninety pounds even now. She was incredibly petite, but she was still very

womanly and the sight of her creamy thighs and that black lace peeking out