Just Once

"Good Lord!" Madeline gasped as her eyes fell upon ... There were no words for the gorgeous young cover model posted by the photographer who had recently sent her a friend request. His chiseled chest and pouting lips, seductive beneath an emerald gaze, were so arousing she could barely contain the molten desire that coursed through her veins and threatened to be her undoing. Men like that weren't real. Not in her world anyway. She was still attractive, petite and did not look her age. She had even been told so by a plastic surgeon whom she'd recently seen for a consult. Yet it had been so long since she'd had someone care for her, love her, she'd all but forgotten what it was like and given up hope she would ever have that again. "If only." Closing her eyes, she hurriedly switched off her phone. "If only ... just once."