Billionaire Doms, Book 1
He doesn't do emotions...She's all about them.
Dental hygienist by day and a tattoo artist by night, Jazmine "Jazz" Archer is known for her penchant for flair and her sassy attitude. She estimates her wealth by her beloved family and friends. When a cancelled flight leaves her stuck at a hotel with a super-stuffy but outrageously gorgeous businessman who threatens her with a spanking, she's surprised to realize the submissive she suppressed so long ago is begging her to take him up on his offer.
Self-made billionaire Blake O’Hearn is as conservative as they come. He sure as hell shouldn't be attracted to the flamboyant female with voluptuous curves and curls that dance when she talks. But behind her bold manner lies a submissive crying for attention, and the Dom in him aches to give it to her. The only thing he can't give her is love.
She wasn’t his type, but he could no more resist her than winning his next business deal…
She must have sensed my presence for she glanced up, smiled, and shoved her hair away from her ears to show me she wore the earrings. I lowered my head so she wouldn’t see me smile.
I walked back the narrow aisle, placed one hand at her waist, and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Did you forget the directions I gave you about when you were to open your gift?” My lips pressed a kiss to the satiny skin in front of her ear.
“I thought you said not to open it until I was on the plane.” She fluttered her eyelashes in mock innocence. “Did I misunderstand?”
She was one appealing, redheaded talisman and my soul soaked up her charm. I slid my cheek against hers so no one could hear our conversation. “You know damn well what my instructions were. You need a good spanking.”
After a few seconds of squirming in her seat, she narrowed her eyes. “I wouldn’t try it, if I were you. Not unless your balls want introduced to my knee.”
I bit her earlobe. “Introductions won’t be necessary, Jazmin.”
Her hand rose to cover my heart. “Then I can be nice. Thank you for the thoughtful gift. They are wicked cool and I love them.” Her smile brightened my world and I covered her lips with mine for a gentle kiss.
Clapping from nearby passengers jerked us apart. My thumb rubbed across her lips. “Soon, baby.” I turned and headed for first class, leaving her to wonder what I’d meant by soon. I knew. As long as my investigator didn’t find out Jazz had a husband and a couple kids she’d forgotten to mention during our hours of conversation, I intended to make her mine.