Tamed by Emma Chase

Dee isn't shy at all, "her hand trails down my stomach and wraps around my c***, brushing her thumb across the foreskin. “What’s the story behind this? I thought all Catholics had to be cut?" A sick Dee is a deleterious one, "I hate you. No— I don’t mean that, I like you so much. I think I’m dying, Matthew." Matt isn't one for his woman's movie choices, "it’s just so effing sad!” I blurt out as I gesture to the television. “How can you watch this s***and not want to blow your head off with a twelve-gauge shotgun?" She knows how to thank her man properly, "holding the roses in one hand, she trails the other down the lapel of my charcoal gray suit , over my stomach, and cups my junk in her hand. It’s unexpected, but always a pleasant surprise. “They’re beautiful. Thank you,” she whispers." I actually liked this book more than Drew's.