Excerpt of Daddy Knows Best by Normandie Alleman

All Neal had to do was remove his clothes in the simplest
of ways – unbuttoning his shirt and carefully tossing it
aside, raising his arms overhead and yanking off his t-
shirt in one swift, fluid movement, casually unfastening
the top button on his jeans. It always made her mouth
dry. Thirsty.

She licked her lips and thought for what seemed like the
millionth time how lucky she was to have a man like him.
Thoughtful, kind, loving – and with the stone-cut body of
a Greek god with an eight-pack that would make angels
weep.