A good pint of ale, heating up the sheets with a beautiful woman, and living by my own rules. The only thing I try to avoid? Commitment. And I've got a three-year success rate to prove it.
So why am I suddenly knocked flat on my ass whenever Grace is around? The beautiful, funny, totally off-limits massage therapist may knead the knots out of my back, but she sure as hell makes other parts stiff. She's on a mission to rid her life of toxins. No alcohol. No red meat. And, yeah, no man parts.
If I'm to have any chance of being the guy she breaks her man-cleanse with, I'm going to have to live the next three months by her no-kissing rules... which means getting all the mileage we can out of foreplay without actually touching... each other. No one ever said I wasn't creative.
I'll show her we're worth the wait-and then I'll show her just what it is she's been waiting for.
