Davis likes to give his woman options, “coffee?” I ask before reverently kissing one of her perfect nipples. Sun streams through the curtains and paints her in golden light. “Or more sex. I’m open to either,” I amend." I loved that Grace didn't take crap from Davis, “we were exclusive a long time ago,” she says, and she’s one-hundred percent right. She tugs my tie, and me with it, and I follow her upstairs in the bedroom." I liked this book, I loved Davis.