Built for Pleasure

Built for Pleasure

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Emilia Armani is the owner of Dolce Vita. A well-known but hard to get a reservation restaurant. They call her 'Prima Signora'. She opened a bar in New York. A beautiful, brown, silky skin woman who happens to be the President of the United States, named Kamala Harris, goes to the restaurant with her sister and niece. She has been divorced for quite some time now and when Emilia goes to introduce herself a spark ignites between them, just by the touch of their fingertips. Will Kamala explore her feelings or will she turn down the tattooed dom?
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『 𝙉𝙊 𝘿𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙏 』 What happens when a 22-year old lands a job in a restaurant, and meets the owner's son. Excerpt from book: 《 His voice was low, raspy, laced with something of desire, maybe, but all I could hear was lust of the most unchaste kind. "You know, you drive me crazy,... so fucking insane. And it might just be my madness talking, but I have a feeling you want me." He approached, closing the gap between our two bodies. I tried taking a step back, but only felt the cold kitchen counter against my warm trembling palms. "Do you want me, dolcezza?" He whispered against my ear as his hands found their way to my waist. The heat between my legs was insufferable, and my pounding heart drummed against the walls of my chest. In my head, it was clear, I wanted him, but him, of all people? He lowered his hands to my hips and pulled me impossibly closer to him. I let out a shaky breath, that came out as a soft moan. Shit. "Then be a good girl, and say it." 》 ❦❦❦ Read trigger warnings first. I do NOT own any of the pictures or the music displayed in this book. Highest rankings: #1 in blackwoman #1 in trend #1 in slowburn #1 in forbidden #1 in trending #1 in blackgirl #1 in vote

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