Kelly

Sitting at the dinner table next to Mark, Kelly would admit she felt rather diminutive in stature compared to him, even in a seated position. Like his daughters, like her other friends, she'd lusted after him for a long time, probably loved him for even longer, if she was honest. She knew he looked after himself. A little chest hair covered defined pectorals and washboard abs. His biceps were developed. Even his forearms looked thick. He just exuded power and strength, but all the girls around the table knew he'd never harm a fly.

There was no missing the butterflies in her stomach, knowing she would be losing her...