As far as Leila Montgomery is concerned, nothing compares to being billionaire Jacob Whitmore's girlfriend. But her new life is filled with more than glitz, glamour, and the love of a man that leaves her breathless in and out of the bedroom. Leila can barely do everyday things without being stalked by men with cameras and blogs and articles are filled with comments along the lines of, "Why her?"
When a new star client reminds Leila that all that glitters is not gold and the heavy price of fame, will Jacob and Leila's new love survive?
The Billionaire's Girlfriend is part five 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
Excerpt from The Billionaire's Girlfriend:
Jacob’s apartment building was unbelievable. We were greeted by a doorman that knew Jacob by name and I swooned a little when Jacob knew his and asked about his new baby. The immaculate lobby was lined beautiful works of art, marble statues worthy of any museum and a freaking fountain. A man dressed in a sleek black suit and a gold name tag immediately greeted us and informed me that as the concierge on staff he would be at my ‘beck and call’. He didn’t even bat an eye when I said I was craving some macaroons from clear across town and I had to tell him I was joking when I realized he was actually about to arrange it.
A private keyed elevator shuttled us up to Jacob’s sky rise apartment and even though I’d spent the past month at his villa in Italy and was no stranger to the opulence that came with being Jacob Whitmore, his sun filled loft was truly something to behold.
Beams of light glittered like diamonds, illuminating every square inch. The expansive living room and fireplace were flanked by lush couches, generating a clean, modern feel. The separate dining room could have been pretentious but instead it had a classic lived in ambiance, mixing dark wood and paneling. The library room off the dining room was lined with books and opened up to an amazing terrace that overlooked the bustling city. A floating glass staircase ascended to what I was sure would be even more exquisite furnishings and views.
Jacob stepped up behind me, wrapping me in a warm embrace. His lips pressed against the slope of my neck, uncoiling the deep rooted desire in the heart of me. I turned and looked up at him. Nothing compared to seeing desire in his impossibly blue gaze. Nothing compared to the tingle of knowing the most beautiful man I’d ever seen could look at me like I was the only woman in the world.
I licked my lips, zeroing in on his mouth. I wanted him so bad I could taste it.
"I'm guessing the tour is over.” The side of his mouth quirked upward as he stroked my cheek and brought a single finger to trace my bottom lip.
"Not quite.” I pressed my body into his and felt physical, hardened proof that great minds really do think alike. "I still haven't seen the bedroom."