Jill Mellon stood in the kitchen of the sprawling suburban home that her ex-husband had left her, preparing breakfast for her teenager Bill. Expertly her hands moved across the stove, flipping the eggs with a flick of one wrist, turning over the bacon with the other.Jill smiled, brushing the short blonde hair out of her eyes. Twenty years of marriage could make any woman an accomplished chef.
But even as she cooked, Jill was painfully aware of the wet need burning deep inside her...
Jill Mellon stood in the kitchen of the sprawling suburban home that her ex-husband had left her, preparing breakfast for her teenager Bill. Expertly her hands moved across the stove, flipping the eggs with a flick of one wrist, turning over the bacon with the other.
Jill smiled, brushing the sho...