The Billionaire's Heart — Ava Claire

Leila Montgomery is finally ready to admit that she loves Jacob Whitmore, just in time for his ex, actress Rachel Laraby, to slither back onto the scene. When Rachel reveals that she knows about the contracts, Leila makes a deal with her to protect Jacob.

When Jacob learns about Leila's deception, he fires her, putting an end to their blossoming romance. But Leila won't give up his heart without a fight...

The Billionaire's Heart is part four of the His Submissive series.

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Books available in the His Submissive Series:
The Billionaire's Contract (Part One)
The Billionaire's Touch (Part Two)
The Billionaire's Passion (Part Three)
The Billionaire's Heart (Part Four)
The Billionaire's Girlfriend (Part Five)
The Billionaire's Secret (Part Six)
The Billionaire's Lust (Part Seven)
The Billionaire's Promise (Part Eight)
The Billionaire's Desire (Part Nine)
The Billionaire's Past (Part Ten)
The Billionaire's Trust (Part Eleven)
The Billionaire's Forever (Part Twelve)
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Excerpt from The Billionaire's Heart:

I knew it was only a matter of time before his slow, methodical strokes would become the punishment I knew was coming for the events of today. What I wasn't prepared for was the thrill in the waiting. With each new rotation of him caressing each side, teasing me, I trembled with renewed anticipation.
“You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?” His hand trailed down and when it cycled back up, his fingertips carried up the hem of my dress. Each inch brought the warm night breeze to my skin. I wanted him to spank me. To punish me. Jesus, I never thought I'd voluntarily lay there and wait for someone to wail on me, but I'd never wanted anything more than this. I wanted him to take me to a place where everything, even pain, faded. A place where there was only us.
He gripped one of my cheeks, kneading and pumping it. “You deserve to be punished, don't you?” He tightened his hold when I didn't answer. “Answer me, Leila!”
“Yes,” It came out as a whine. A plea. “Yes sir.” Punish me, Jacob. Please.
“When I saw the way you were moving with that man -- gyrating, laughing, pressing your body against his -- I wanted to drag you from the room. After decking him, of course.” He added.
Regret flared at the thought of that. It would have caused quite a scene, but the idea of him punching out someone over jealousy made me shiver with delight.
“I wanted to take you home and strap you to the cross.” His finger trailed down the seam of my thong, stopping at my pulsing core. “I wanted to flog you until you screamed my name.”
I imagined the fear, the pain, and the perverse pleasure. It made me squirm as he rubbed my heat through the thin fabric. “But I can't wait until we get home, Leila.” His voice was rough. Rife with lust. “I want to punish you now.”
He stopped stroking me and it took all my self-control to not beg him for more. Before I submitted, I would have tried to get my point across in blatant ways. Throaty moans. Rocking my hips. But I trusted that he knew exactly what I needed -- and that it wouldn't come so easy. Not tonight.
“You will count out every strike,” he commanded. “Every. Last. One.”
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Length: 16,100 words.