When Leila Montgomery signed the contract, she had no idea she'd fall head over heels in love with billionaire Jacob Whitmore--or betray his trust three times in a row.
While Jacob is hurt by her recent actions, he still sees the woman he loves and lusts for and will help her see it too--in and out of the bedroom.
But neither is prepared for a confrontation that could change everything...
The Billionaire's Lust is part seven of the best-selling His Submissive series.
Books available in the His Submissive series:
The Billionaire's Contract
The Billionaire's Touch
The Billionaire's Passion
The Billionaire's Heart
The Billionaire's Girlfriend
The Billionaire's Secret
The Billionaire's Lust
The Billionaire's Promise (April 19, 2013)
Excerpt from The Billionaire's Lust:
“You know what I find remarkable?”
My uncanny ability to screw up the best thing in my life? “What’s that?”
“From here, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve someone as amazing as you.” He moved back in, like he couldn’t bear to be apart from me. “I never thought I’d find someone like you. Feisty. Stubborn. So full of love and compassion. I never thought I deserved to find my soul mate. But I found you. And if you want to get rid of me, you’ll have to try harder.”
He was near enough that I could see the desire heating his cool gaze. Close enough that I knew every beautiful inch of him was hardened for me.
“So even if I did this--” I slid my hand inside the front of the cotton pants that hung low on his hips, his downy masculine hair making a delicious trail toward his erect cock. I gripped him tight, sliding my tongue over my lip. “--you’d still keep me around? Even though it’s a blatant disregard of my training and your rules?”
He slowly rolled his hips, drawing his length in then out of the hole I created with my fist. He was already leaking desire from the tip, coating my palm.
“Get rid of you?” He let out a shuddering sigh. “Absolutely not. If anything, the dominant in me would realize that you need a refresher course.”
My lips trembled as my own desire wet the crotch of my panties, heat firing like pistons all over. “And if I decide I just want a taste--” I lowered myself to my knees, my eyes never leaving his as I brought his swell from behind the fabric. I ran a finger around the head of his cock, watching the way his mouth twitched, the way his muscles tightened as he tried to restrain himself. When a moan--low and barely audible--fell from his lips, I broke eye contact and leaned forward, taking the tip in my mouth. Suckling his sticky sweet nectar.
My tongue ran around the mushroom head, over its contours, dancing into the slit then holding, sucking, anticipating the delicious lick of pain when he’d take the control back. Punish me. God, I must have been a mad woman egging him on, not knowing what discipline was in store. But that was the fun part. Not knowing.
Just as I started taking more of him in, he gripped my hair, stopping me.
“You like being bad, don’t you?” he said huskily. “Making me punish you?”
“Yes sir,” I said breathlessly.
His touch slackened and something softer raced across his face. “It’s been too long since we’ve indulged, Leila. Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Absolutely.” I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to give him control. I wanted to give him all of me.
His eyes smoldered. “Strip. I want you naked, on your knees, hands behind your back.”
Length: 20,600 words.