‘Promise?’

His hardness was just below her. She ached for him, her body quivering. She was barely able to nod.

He lowered her onto him. She gasped and then cried out, wrapping her arms around his head. Her body rocked back and forth, her fingers digging into his hair, clutching his face into her breasts.

Laura rose from the bed, gently kissed a sleeping David, and showered. She dried off her long, supple legs and began to get dressed. She wore very little make-up, just light touches around the eyes. Her olive complexion did not need cosmetics to enhance its God-given glow. Laura put on a gray professional suit bearing her Svengali label and buttoned her white blouse.

Laura was full-breasted – not what most would consider huge but when she first began modeling ten years ago, she was considered almost too large for conventional modeling, except bathing suits and face shots. Her agency wanted her to strap down her chest during runway events, which Laura would not do, comparing it to asking a man to tie his testicles against his inner thigh. But once she appeared on Cosmo, nothing could stop her career. Laura was the face and body you could not see enough and along with some of her colleagues like Paulina Porizkova and Elle Macpherson, she helped bring cleavage back into style – if indeed it had ever really been out.

David stirred, sat up, looked at his wife of four days. ‘The transformation is complete.’

‘Transformation?’

‘From nymphomaniac to business barracuda. I feel sorry for this Peterson fellow.’

Laura laughed. ‘I shouldn’t be more than an hour or two.’ She put on her earrings and walked over to kiss David. ‘Will you miss me?’

‘Not even a little.’

‘Bastard.’

David threw back the blankets and stood. ‘You kiss your mother with that mouth?’

She glanced over his rugged build, shaking her head. ‘Incredible,’ she muttered. ‘You expect me to leave that body for even a little while?’