Everything felt very much like Ambrose, yet very much unlike him.

His hand that was on her waist slowly moved downwards towards her thigh. He raised the T-shirt she was wearing and firmly grips her thigh bringing her even closer to himself. She gasped and gripped into his bare shoulders even tighter.

"President Mo..." Folawe whispered staring into his eyes that had now turned hungry. Needy burning. As if he was a man that had been starved for long.

Ambrose raised a side of his lips and gave her a quick kiss on the lip. He kissed her chin and tilted her head up with his hand that was cupping her face. He then kissed her neck. She made a grumble in her throat and whimpered against him. He kissed below her neck before slowly moving towards her chest. His hand that was on her thigh started loving upwards. Seductively bringing her into a mood she didnt want to be in.

Who knows what will happen right now if she were to lose herself?