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sofa in the living room. When she passed through while directing the two men in gray jumpsuits to the dining room, Wil was slouched on the sofa, her knees falling lazily apart and her hands tucked behind her head. Jillian stumbled when she saw the indolent arousal in her eyes.
    “Be careful, ma’am,” one of the movers said politely, reaching for her elbow.
    “Thank you.” She flushed with the memory of what they’d been doing when the doorbell rang.
    As if reading her mind, Wil smiled and winked at her. Jillian leaned against the door frame between the living room and dining room and tried to look anywhere except at Wil.
    “Do you guys need any help?” Wil asked as the two men carried a large oak sideboard toward the front door.
    “We’ve got it,” the shorter man replied as they carefully maneuvered it through the front door.
    “They’ve got it,” Wil murmured when they were out of earshot. When Jillian glanced at her, she patted the cushion beside her. “You may as well sit down and relax.”
    “I’m fine.” Jillian folded her arms over her chest. She couldn’t possibly be within five feet of Wil just then.
    Grinning, Wil shifted to the far end of the sofa. “I’ll stay at this end and you can sit way down there.”
    “No, thank you.”
    Wil’s innocent shrug was at odds with her knowing expression. She had to be fully aware of why Jillian kept her distance, and her eyes said she was thinking about the same thing.
    By the time the truck was loaded, Jillian was completely avoiding Wil’s gloating gaze. Her body hummed with anticipation, but she certainly didn’t want the men to read the desire on her face.
    “All set, ma’am.”
    “Thanks, guys.” She’d rented a storage unit the day before and had arranged with the storage facility to let the movers unload everything there.
    She closed the door, then turned and almost fell against it. Wil didn’t move from the sofa but her eyes raked over Jillian’s body, and when Jillian crossed the room she had to force herself not to run. She slid one knee on either side of Wil’s legs and eased onto her lap, straddling her.
    “I thought they’d never leave,” Wil murmured, bringing her hands to Jillian’s hips.
    “You were looking at me as if you weren’t going to wait until they left.”
    Wil ran her hands under her T-shirt and cupped her full breasts. “I’m not into having an audience.” She rubbed her thumbs over erect nipples, stopped, and tilted her head in question. Then she lightly pinched Jillian’s right nipple, feeling the bar that passed through it.
    Jillian gasped at the slight tug and smiled. “Youthful indiscretion,” she said by way of explanation.
    “I want to see.” Realizing she had been in such a hurry earlier that she hadn’t found the piercing, Wil vowed to go slower this time.
    Jillian pulled up her T-shirt, baring her right breast. Experimentally, Wil played with the small silver balls resting on either side of her nipple. She was fascinated by the piercing that seemed so out of character. Equally interesting was the way Jillian trembled and her breathing quickened as she toyed with the jewelry. Wil drew her shirt over her head and lightly bit her nipple.
    “I have a confession,” Jillian said, her back arching as Wil’s tongue flicked against the piercing. Wil cradled Jillian’s shoulder blades in her hands, bent over her, and continued to work the hardened nipple with her teeth and tongue.
    “What’s that?”
    “Earlier, when you were talking about your plans for the house”—she rolled her hips hard in Wil’s lap and watched her eyes go hazy—“I didn’t hear a thing you said.” Straightening, she braced her hands on the back of the sofa on either side of Wil’s head.
    “I’ll go over it again later.” Wil worked open her fly. “Or you could just trust in my considerable skill.”
    Jillian threaded her fingers into Wil’s hair, pulled her head back, then raked her teeth over Wil’s neck.