The Personal Touch
When the fashion industry's hottest cover model flashed her signature do-me smile and stepped out of her black silk dress, Clint Hilton decided this was one sultry beauty that had definitely been worth waiting for.
If you could call three weeks a wait.
In Clint's book of sexual conquests, it was a millennium. A week more than he'd waited for any other woman and as long as he'd gone without sex in recent memory. But ever since the two had met in Vegas last month, he'd wanted a taste of this dish. And when she'd said she was leaving for Milan that night, she'd asked him for the one thing that trumped his need for fast and frequent flings.
She'd asked him to make a promise. Wait for her to get back from her trip.
Only three tiny little weeks. Her in Italy shooting perfume ads and him in Los Angeles, cooling his cock in the Pacific Ocean while he tried to remember how he let a woman put his sex life on hold.
He couldn't recall what had made him agree. Maybe it was the barely-there dress she'd worn that night. More likely the look in her eye that said she was worth it. But nonetheless, he'd honored his word. He had to. It was one of the few things he cherished ... read full excerpt from: The Personal Touch ebook
