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.