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The Politician's Wife - meet the husband


"I loved this book! The wife was so strong to think about her future instead of giving in to grief. I felt like I was in the story with her. I read every one of the endings and made my choice. The story line and characters were exactly as they should be to the conclusion." Brenda

James

James Dawson rolled over, extracting himself from being wrapped around his gorgeous, young, campaign director. His phone started bleeping an hour ago. At first, they considered it an omen to continue the passion from the night before. After all, it wasn’t often they spent a whole night together.

“Make it go away,” Lara Jennings mumbled, pulling the sheet over her naked body as she rolled away from him. “I need sleep.”

“I think we proved last night that we can live without it,” he kissed the top of her shoulder before reaching back over to his side of the floor for his phone. “Seventeen messages from the office and the party – quick, turn on the TV while I find out what’s going on.”

Ever the professional, Lara shook the sleep out of her green eyes and found the national breakfast news.

“Oh, no!” she cried as the featured video showed them in the restaurant last night, his finger tips caressing the inside of her blouse, her mouth slightly open with desire. The next frame showed them entering the hotel, arms wrapped around each other. Oblivious to anything other than what the night had in store.

“Christopher, it’s James. Yes,” he turned off the volume. He didn’t need to hear the press pass judgement, yet. “I’ve just seen it. Yes, she’s still here – we need to leave separately. Have you got a statement for me, yet?”

Mumbled excuses.

“Chris, I don’t pay you to think, I pay you to protect me and the party. Get me a statement, now!” he yelled into the phone before he threw it across the room.

“You need to call her,” Lara kneeled behind him, her naked breasts resting against his back.

“I know.”

“She needs to hear it from you.”

“I know.” He groaned, the last thing he wanted to do was tell his wife and mother of his children that he had fallen in love with another woman.

He couldn’t help himself. Despite knowing the cyclone their affair had created, he wanted one more touch. Once more to be inside this goddess before reality descended.

She felt like silk, inside and out. Her supple skin shone with the glisten of their love-making. Her hair resting against his chest, teasing him as she leant down to take him, again.

In her hands and mouth, he was invincible. Able to rise to any occasion, over and over again.

She saw him as he wanted to be seen by his party and voters. Masterful, intelligent, benevolent, powerful and in control.

Susannah saw his truths. The insecurities, jealousies and pettiness. She called him on it – she always had.

Who could blame him for wanting to experience one kiss from the blonde goddess of Lara? They worked so closely together. One day Lara was sitting next to him in the back of the limousine. She battered her eyes. Her short skirt crumpled around her hips. It wouldn’t take much to …

In the end, he didn’t need to do anything. She leaned into him. One, tiny kiss and his life exploded.

Within weeks, she became his everything.

An “affair”, no, it was so much more than a tawdry and cheap affair.

As she opened her eyes to his, full of love and desire, he knew.

Whatever the risk. She was his worthy reward.

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