No matter how hard she tried, Jill kept finding her thoughts drifting back to Gizmo. The low, rough timbre of his voice vibrating through her. Even the memory sent heat pooling low in her belly.
Over and over she pushed away thoughts of the smooth caress of his skin against hers. The way the fine and sometimes not so fine, hairs on his skin tickled as he slid his body against hers.
By noon she couldn"t help but be glad for the break in her usually quick moving day. She pushed herself away from the desk and heaved a sigh on her way to the kitchen, then put the container with her lunch into the microwave and headed to the bathroom. She only had thirty minutes, but she wanted to make the best use of it. When she was done there, she went back in the kitchen and found the microwave still ru
