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“You weren’t even eating them,” she shrugged, happily chewing the last fry before she delicately wiped her hands and mouth with her napkin.
I shook my head as I stood up, leaving enough money to cover our lunch bill plus a tip on the table. “That’s beside the point. You didn’t see me with my fingers in your plate did you?”
“No,” she said, accepting my hand to lead her outside to my truck. “But don’t act like you wouldn’t love to get your hands in my cookie jar, Sean.”
She murmured those words in my ear, then released my hand to go to her side of the car. I was right behind her, catching the door handle to open it for her before she did it for herself. I guess Ray had her used to opening her own doors.
“Fallon,” I mumbled against her neck, making her let out a little squeal of pleasure as I gently pushed her against the side of the car. Her back was to me, and she grinned at me over her shoulder as she arched her back, pressing her ass against my groin. “You keep teasing me, like I won’t pull you into the backseat of this truck and make you miss this flight…”
She giggled again, then turned to face me, planting her hands on my chest. “Sean Keahi, I am a lady. I wouldn’t you screw me in the back of your truck, even if it is an Escalade…” – she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned. – “at least, not for our first time. After that…”
I laughed as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “So after that, anywhere is fair game?”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Anywhere.”
“In your office?”
“In my office?”
“In… the flatbed of my work truck?”
She laughed, and like always, I soaked that sweet sound up. “In the flatbed, with your hardhat on. And your boots. As a matter of fact… nothing but the hardhat and boots. And of course, your… hammer.”
I groaned as her hands slid between us, cupping my dick through my jeans. “Fallon, for real…”
“Sorry,” she whispered, grinning like she wasn’t sorry at all, and pushing her hands under the front him of my tee shirt to run over my stomach. “We’ll have time when I get back from seeing my parents and checking on my other store. I’ll only be gone for a week, and then…”
“You can come and spend the weekend at the lake with me.”
That invitation came out of nowhere, but I meant it. I moved my hands from Fallon’s waist to her thighs, then to her ass for a squeeze. She closed her eyes, leaning into me to press her breasts against my chest as she let out a low moan.
“Absolutely,” she whispered. She was giving me a look I’d seen before, half-lidded, lust filled eyes, lips slightly parted, and I could feel the slow rise and fall of her chest. I had to kiss her when she was looking at me like that.
I hated to break away from our embrace, but she did have a plane to catch, so we separated ourselves and climbed in the car. On the way, we discussed the logistics for when she got back, and when we pulled up at the airport, she reached into the big purse she had for an envelope. She handed it to me as she unbuckled her seatbelt, and when I opened it, I frowned.
“What is this?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
She rolled her eyes as she opened her door, and climbed out of the car. “It’s your check, for the house. Remember, your contract dictates progress-based payments?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess, but…”
“But what?” She lifted an eyebrow at me as I got out of the car, then went around back to get her bag.
“Shit feels weird, accepting money from you. Like I’m some dirty ass dude. I don’t like it.”
Fallon sucked her teeth, then propped her hands against her hips. “Are you serious, Sean? You did the work on the house, I’m going to pay you for it. Don’t be crazy.”
“Oh, I’m not being crazy,” I chuckled. “I want to be paid, so I can pay my guys for their work. It just makes me feel shitty to accept money from you, knowing that our relationship isn’t exactly…professional. Where is Ayden? Why isn’t she handing out the checks?”
“Ayden is California, and she won’t be back here until tonight. What, accepting the check from her is fine, but not me?”
I put her suitcase down in front of her, maneuvering the handle into her hands. “Well, to use your little metaphor… I don’t wanna knock Ayden’s walls down with my hammer, so, yeah. I can accept money from her.”
Fallon’s lips fell apart for a moment, then she quickly pulled them back together, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth. “Knock walls down, huh? You think so?”
“I know so, Fal.” I covered her hands with mine over the handle of her suitcase as I stepped closer to her. “I plan on it. It’s a damn guarantee.”
She let out a shuddering sort of breath, then swallowed hard, dropping her gaze from mine briefly before she raised her eyes again. “I… I’m gonna get on that plane now, before…”
“Yeah,” I said, lowering my mouth to brush her lips. “You do that.”