More Than Politics {Book 1}: Editing

More Than Politics {Book 1}: Editing

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(FORMALLY MR. POLITICIAN) He barely made a move before he felt a hand on his chest. He looked down to see Ama delicate fingers snaking slowly around his tie, tugging it gently until he was facing her. She pulled him closer, close enough for his arousal that had grown throughout the meeting was to press against her stomach. She smirked wickedly. "You should watch where your eyes wonder Mr. Banks." She whispered, fanning warm breath across Graham's neck. It ignited his excitement, making his hard-on grow harder. He slid his hand round her waist, taking his time to go over the curvature of her body, the leather of her corset before gently groping her buttocks. She was so beautiful. "And how could you expect me to keep my eyes off such a desirable woman Miss. Jenkins." He said into her neck, inhaling her scent and peppering light pecks from her ear lobe along her chin. He chuckled when he heard a small moan escape her lips. "Oh I don't expect you to." She said, pressing herself further into his groin, extracting a soft grunt from him in turn. "I myself won't be taking my eyes off you any time soon." _________________________________ Graham Banks was a typical mogul. Young, dashing, rich, dark and mysterious with a an arms length list of women at his beck and call; a mysterious past that keeps him detached. With the presidential campaign in full swing, he uses his fathers growing popularity to draw attention to his own ideals and things that he thinks are important. Ama Jenkins doesn't take grief from anyone. If you've got a problem with her, say it to her face, or stick it up your backside and move on. She's a strong black woman who fought for her place in society and is determined to campaign for women just like her. But her past haunts her, and causes her to live a double life. After an unfortunate run in at a night club, these two find themselves wrapt in each others toxic attraction, and fighting for more than just change in the world.
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Daniella Robert gets the surprise of her life finding out that she was married to a guy she really didn't know anything about after having a night of shots with one of her best friends. Aaron James is not the kind of guy who believes in love or give a damn about the feelings of any woman. But it looks like this brunette with an "I don't give a fuck" attitude is on her way to winning his heart. His inheritance from his late grandfather is the only thing that he's got chemistry with, and he'd stop at nothing to get his hands on it even using the young mistress he met in the club. Would he be tamed by this brunette with smoky eyes to believe in love, or would this jerk of a Billionaire use her to his own advantage. Find out in this tale of love, romance, betrayal and deception. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh, mystery man had a name, Aaron, big surprise - I could hear myself talking to me. "I'm not sure, maybe." I said smiling, revealing my upper teeth, pretending I was enjoying the company, meanwhile waiting to get the hell out of here. "We have," I heard him say. "At the club, Antonio's." Antonio's rang a bell, I had a short flashback and tried to remember when I'd met number 23, sorry, I meant Aaron or whatsoever dad had called his name. "Your body is like that of a Greek god." He said chuckling, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow looking at me like I was supposed to understand whatsoever the fuck he was saying. "Your body is like a what?" I repeated, and that was when it came to me in a flash, "oh my God."

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