The Governor

The Governor

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The Governor. Is he going to have her or Not. Arran Scott the nations governor, finds himself in love some years after his wife's tragic death with a simple but elegant lady, Semon Ace, who is a lawyer at the ministry of defense. But Arran is scared she might be a woman after his money if she gets to know who he really is. so he decides to go undercover. that's when John Scott was born. Arran stays undercover with the help of his senator Ethan O'Brien who also has the same motive as him. lets join Arran, Semon, Ethan and Bellavia on their journey of love, deceit and Betrayal. Is the Governor going to have her or not. not even to talk of the Senator.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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