Hart's Desires: Volume Three - Lap of Luxury: Hart's Desires: A Billionaire Romance, #3

By Ana Vela

Volume Three of the Hart's Desires series!

Olivia Miles just wanted a normal 9-5 job, something that may lead to a career for the recent college graduate. Little did she know, but she was about to get a lot more than she bargained for...!

Olivia falls deeper into the lifestyle of billionaire Paul Hart, as he surprises her with things she's never experienced before. She discovers the perks of his luxurious lifestyle and even more about his darker, kinkier style.

She's falling for him hard, and not just because of his looks or his money. Everything seems too good to be true...and maybe it is.

Can she survive his deepest sexual desires, as well as the threats from the other women who want him? Find out in the next thrilling installment of Hart's Desires!

Fans of Bella Andre, Rachel Gibson, and Kristan Higgins will love this steamy, spicy romance series with strong, independent woman and sexy alpha heroes.

Praise for Hart's Desires:
"Things heat up fast and I liked the storyline...Good characters and great chemistry throughout. Plus it's very erotica and sexy."

Warning: This book contains explicit adult situations. Read at your own risk...or delight!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501421099

Book preview

~ Vol. 3 – Lap of Luxury ~

Bad, cheesy pop music blared from the radio in her bedroom. I found my roommate in the bathroom, dancing in front of the mirror wearing my blue first date dress - respectable, but sexy. She smiled at me and I remembered that she had a date with the new interest in her life. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your dress.

Of course not. You look great in it.

Thanks, my roommate said as she put her eyeliner on.

Good luck tonight. I smiled and turned to leave.

She had met this guy through a mutual friend. They had already spent the past few nights chatting on the phone. They planned on waiting until Friday for their first date, but last night they agreed they couldn’t wait that long. She was giddy and I was jealous.

I went straight to my room and changed out of my work clothes. I slipped into my most comfortable pair of sweatpants and my favorite old t-shirt. I took out my contacts and put on my glasses. As soon as she left, I took my favorite pint of triple fudge chocolate ice cream and plopped down on the couch. On the DVR, I searched for guilty pleasure television. It didn’t take me long to find a reality dating television show with twenty-four hot male contestants and one lucky female. She got to pick who stayed on the show and who went home. I wondered about my chances of ever being on the show. Slim to none, probably. All of the men were on Paul Hart’s level of good looks and the female looked a lot like Crystal Strauss. The show was probably staged and used actors and actresses, but I couldn’t turn it off.

I couldn’t turn off my brain either, no matter how much I tried. I kept thinking about Paul and the two amazing and unique nights we had spent together. Our relationship, if you could call it that, started when I stumbled into his office and saw my blonde coworker, Samantha, on her knees with him in her mouth. It was a rocky base for a relationship, to say the least. Along the way, I had been bound with his tie on two separate occasions, spanked until my ass turned red and had my mouth and pussy filled and used by him in as many different ways as he could imagine. There was no other way to describe it. I finally came to the conclusion that I was just another girl to him, all too willing to spread my legs for him and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

However, I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Even now, when I was so upset with Paul that I could hit him, I couldn’t deny the warm wetness between my legs when I thought of all of our adventures. It wasn’t just his good looks either. It definitely wasn’t his money. It was his passion. I had never been with a man so intense as Paul. He brought out a different side of me and it wasn’t just the kinky side that I never knew that I had. He brought out a sensuality from inside of me that had been hiding. He made me feel so sexy, so in control, so like a woman.

Yet, I was just another woman to him in so many ways. He dated models and actresses. He dated women like Crystal Strauss and had wild and kinky threesomes with them. I was just a random girl, the new receptionist, maybe a six or seven at best in his eyes. Crystal Strauss was a perfect ten. There was nothing that Paul wanted with me besides a kinky fuck when no other options were available. I couldn’t believe I let him do to me what he did. I should’ve known better. However, I didn’t; as usual I was so naive. I should stick with guys like Brian. They weren’t as good looking as Paul, not as smart or motivated either, but it was where I belonged.

My phone rang and it made me jump. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Too early for Brian’s drunk phone calls and Jenny had already called twice - both times I sent her to voicemail. She would get the hint. I wanted to talk to her and let her know about everything that had happened in the past week, but a non-disclosure agreement stopped me from telling anyone.

I didn’t recognize the number. Maybe a wrong number or maybe a bill collector – there were always plenty of those. Paul had all of the money in the world, while I owed money for my cell phone bill, needed to pay my car payment and was already behind on my student loans. I would’ve quit just so I didn’t ever have to see Paul again, but even a receptionist position paid better than my previous job working retail sales part-time, not to mention that it looked better on a resume.

I ignored the ringing and sent it to voice mail. A minute later, I heard the chime that told me I had a new message. I wanted to ignore it and lose myself in the trashy television, but I couldn’t. Even if I couldn’t afford to pay the bill, I wanted to know who I needed to pay when I got my check at the end of the week.

Instead of a bill collector, I heard Paul’s voice. He didn’t sound like my boss that had bound and used me. He sounded like an anxious boyfriend. Hey, Olivia. It’s Paul. I hope you don’t mind me calling you. I got your number from the H.R. database.

I felt like he was stalking me, yet at the same time glad that he called.

I wanted to talk to you. We haven’t talked since Saturday morning. I’m sorry. I was busy with everything today and wanted to let you know, he paused then said, I miss you.

So busy, yet he still found time for a threesome with Crystal and her equally-gorgeous friend.

Give me a call back as soon as you get this. Bye.

Give him a call back? Why? Was Crystal not enough to satisfy him? Or was she not as naive as me and wasn’t willing to satisfy him the way I had. I put the phone back down on the coffee table and focused on my television diversion.

I wish I could say that I didn’t think about him again that night, but I barely followed what was happening on the television show. Where was Paul? What was he doing now? Did he really miss me or did he just want me to come over so we could have his version of kinky sex again? I could call him back and find out instantly, but I didn’t know if I could resist him if I heard his voice.

I fought to fall asleep that night, unable to get him out of my head. Millions of guys were out there, most with at least semi-normal sexual desires. Why did I have to fall for a guy like Paul?

I couldn’t answer that question, but I did fall asleep eventually.

I went to work the next day, praying that I wouldn’t run into Paul. My prayers went unanswered. Out of nowhere Paul appeared from around a corner as I walked down a third floor hallway after delivering an appointment to the marketing department.

Hey, he said. He sounded and looked calm and collected with and an edge of ice in his voice.

Hey, I repeated back. I didn’t know what else to say.

He looked up and down the hallway, then grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me into an office. The office was empty and he shut the door behind us.

What was that?

Why didn’t you call me back last night? He sounded like a stern boss and I had failed to complete one of my required tasks.

I didn’t see that had a message until late. I didn’t want to call you back and wake you.

He knew I was lying as much as I did.

I’m sorry, I added, but it was too late.

He moved closer to me. I backed up until I ran into a desk and couldn’t go any further. He kept coming.

If it wasn’t in the middle of the day and we were some place more private, I would spank you.

I’m sorry. Sir.

I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry. Just answer the damn phone.

I’m... I almost said it again. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t know where I was, who I was with and what I was doing there. The temperature in the room reached boiling. I wasn’t angry anymore. I wanted him to bend me over the desk, rip off my skirt, spank me until my ass was sore and then fuck me hard until he filled me with his cum. I wanted to satisfy him and do whatever he wanted, that is, until an image of Crystal Strauss and her friend walking towards the elevator flashed into my head, reminding me why I was angry at Paul. I blurted out before I had time to censor myself, I thought you were busy with Crystal and her friend. I didn’t want to interrupt you.

You’re kidding, right? Don’t believe what you see on television or read on the internet.

I saw the two of them coming into the building late last night.

Yes, we had a late meeting yesterday. Crystal, Terri and I are working together on a charity.

I wanted to believe him, but instead I pictured Crystal spread out on the conference table in Paul’s office, Terri naked next to her. The rock hard cock that had been inside of me Friday night, buried between Crystal’s legs. I didn’t know what else to say. I just looked at Paul.

He looked around the small office, then back at me. I want you to know that you’re the only one I want. The media might spread rumors about me otherwise, paparazzi might take photos of me with women like Crystal, but it’s nothing beyond business.

What about Samantha?

I met with her Sunday night. I told her that our relationship was over.

My heart pounded. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss him like he was my boyfriend. However, he could be saying this all just so he could get into my panties later tonight.

I haven’t fallen like this in a long time. Strike that. I’ve never fallen like this. I think about you all of the time. There’s just something about you that I can’t get over. It’s not just about looks or the sex, it’s just something about you that I can’t put into words.

He broke me down. I forgot about my anger. I believed him. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I wasn’t that naive and I had many questions that had to be answered first.

I want to believe you, I do. I need you to show me. I’ve been hurt before. I’ve had men treat me pretty badly in the past. We can be as kinky as you want in the bedroom, but outside, you have to be careful with me.

I can do that. He wrapped his arms around me and we hugged. I could feel his warmth, smell his cologne and my stress start to fade away.

Can we go on a real date?

Yes, I already said we can.

Then, let’s make it happen right now.

He took out his smart phone and scrolled through his digital calendar.