Taken by the Pirate Billionaire(6)

"Yes," she whispered.

"Do you see how he eats her like she's made of candy?"

Beneath his palm her breast swelled with the sharp breath she drew in.

"Please..."

"Please what, Renee?" He had to touch her. He unhooked several of the  fastenings on the front of her corset. "Please do the same to you?"

She gasped again. Whether from his words, or the fact that he'd delved  his hand inside her corset to cup her breast-it didn't matter.

He teased his fingers around her areolas, circling just outside of each  nipple. But occasionally his fingertips brushed the hardening peaks, and  his cock swelled in response. There was no doubt that she would feel it  against her lower back.         

     



 

Her head fell against his shoulder and she drew in an unsteady breath.

"Answer me." Unable to resist any longer, he closed his fingers around  her nipples and pinched with just enough pressure to make her cry out.  "Shall I make you come with my mouth?"

"No." She shook her head in denial. "I don't... I'm not like this."

"Not like what? Intrigued by the sensual things you see?" He kissed her  neck. "Aroused by my touch? There is no shame in any of it."

"I'm not." It was another lie, breathy and almost reverent.

"Well doesn't that leave me confused?" He released one of her breasts  and trailed his fingers downward. A moment later he pushed his hand up  her skirt to cup her sex through her panties. "Because you're soaking  wet, Renee."

He pushed a finger-still covered by her panties-inside of her, and Renee  gripped the railing even as her weight fell completely against him.

"I'll bet you taste like fucking strawberries and champagne." His voice  cracked, his control rapidly slipping. "Let me taste you, Renee."

He wanted her, and the intensity of that need might've been alarming if  he'd stopped to analyze it. But he was too busy rubbing her clit now,  playing her body like the violin he'd mastered as a youth.

"Renee?" he rasped, demanding her submission.

"Yes..." Her response was guttural. "I want-"



He didn't let her finish, just swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall.

She gripped the lapels on his tux, her eyes wide. "Are we going back downstairs?"



"No." He kicked open the door to a bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. "I don't share."



Before she had a chance to protest-or change her mind -he dropped to his knees and pushed her skirt up around her waist.

"Such pretty panties, sweetheart." He grabbed the silky fabric with both  hands and tore them clean off her. "Remind me to buy you a new pair."



He'd just ripped her panties off as if they were made of tissue paper.

Renee gave a strangled moan and closed her eyes. She had to be losing  her mind. She wasn't doing this, was she? Letting Devon Murray-a  stranger with ties to her family history-go down on her?

Devon wedged his shoulders between her legs, spreading her thighs wide  to him. And then, without giving her a moment to prepare, he nuzzled her  sex.

Oh yes, she sure as hell was doing this. Nothing mattered right now.  Nothing but this moment between them, and her startlingly intense  response to Devon.

She stared at the man between her thighs through a pleasure-drugged  gaze. She gripped the bedspread and caught her breath as he parted her  folds and stared into her as if he was analyzing an expensive jewel. His  fingers touched her gently, exploring and driving her mad with growing  arousal.

"Very nice, sweetheart." He lifted his gaze to meet hers.

She only had a second to notice the look of complete control in his  expression, before he eased two fingers deep inside her. Her mouth  opened on a silent cry as her insides clenched around the sensual  invasion.

"So warm. Wet." He pulled his fingers out, and then slid them back in.  Again and again with a slow deliberate rhythm until she thought she  would scream.

"Please." She needed to feel his mouth on her. Unable to stop herself,  she slipped her hands into his hair and lifted her hips in a silent  request for more.

Devon gave a sexy, knowing laugh and then lowered his head again between  her legs. He nuzzled the curls there, before opening his mouth and  sliding his tongue over her aching clit.

The ember of pleasure inside her exploded into a flame, searing through  her blood and setting her on fire to his touch. She moaned and closed  her eyes, as his tongue stroked hard over her sensitive bud, repeating  the caress before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

"Oh God."

He continued the maddening combo of sucking and penetrating, as she  struggled to breathe. Her body was his toy to play with. Her mind a  slave to the pleasure.

She arched off the bed, digging her nails into his scalp as she rocked against him.         

     



 

So close. She was so close to the edge. And then when she was almost  there his fingers and mouth abandoned her. She cried out sharply at the  loss of contact, her whole body nearly in shock at the loss. And it was  then that his tongue swept through her cleft, and thrust deep into her.

Her world exploded. Behind closed eyes lights flashed as her thighs  trembled and clenched around him. Wave after wave of spasms took her  until she lay bonelessly weak. Even then, Devon's tongue still worked  her body.

A small sob escaped her as her lashes fluttered up and she stared at the ceiling.

Reality was held at bay with his amazing tongue still teasing her. It  wasn't until his cell phone rang that the cloud of passion dissipated  some to let in reality.

"I'll kill whoever it is." Devon released her and stood up, reaching into his tux jacket for his phone.

Renee stayed lying on the bed, listening to his curt conversation with  the caller. So he would leave her for a moment. Leave her to the dismay  and regret now seeping into her conscience.

He'd leave her...alone. Realization kicked in, and she forced herself to  push aside what had just happened. This was the chance she was waiting  for.

Once he was gone, she could sneak around the house. Look for the brooch.

He ended the call and stared down at her. "I'm going to have to go downstairs for a bit to settle a matter."

"All right." Surely he wasn't asking for permission.

He sat beside her and ran a hand over her breast to graze her hard nipple.

"You will wait for me?"

While it seemed like a question, she suspected it was more of a command.  She nodded. Maybe she'd be here, maybe she wouldn't. She had a small  window of time, and she'd have to be smart and use it wisely.

He leaned down and closed his mouth over hers. She was stunned to  realize it was the first time they'd kissed, despite every intimate  thing they'd done already.

His tongue slid deep to stroke against hers. Sucking lightly and then exploring the interior of her mouth.

She melted again. Clinging to him. Getting lost in that same vortex of  sensation. When he lifted his head again, his gaze was dark with desire.

"I'll try and keep it under fifteen minutes," he murmured. "Behave yourself, sweetheart."

She bit her lip, glad he'd turned his back to leave the room, because  that last statement had thrown her. It was as if he knew she were up to  no good.

She sat up on the bed, listening for the sound of his retreating  footsteps. Once she could no longer hear them, she climbed off the bed  and glanced around.

Now where would someone hide a centuries old brooch that was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?

In a safety deposit box, you idiot.

And as logical and possible as that was, she was seriously hoping Devon  hadn't locked it up. And from what she understood, the brooch was  stolen. And even if it had been taken centuries ago, that would surely  be a reason to keep it hidden in a house, instead of on record  somewhere.

So, long shot or not, it was time to start searching.





Chapter Seven



Devon walked down the hall to the next room and waited, giving Renee the  time to do whatever she planned on doing. His gut told him she was  going to do something, but what?

Until his cell had gone off, he'd forgotten all about the arranged phone call from Kurt.

He'd been so damn caught up in her. His thoughts turned to the sensual  encounter that he and Renee had just shared-the taste of her still  lingered in his mouth-and he licked his lips in recollection.

He'd brought her upstairs to question her, to discover all the secrets  she hid. Then, maybe fuck her until she couldn't tell left from right.  But when she'd stood looking over the balcony, her glossy lips parted in  arousal, he couldn't think of anything more important than making her  scream with pleasure. Tasting the most intimate part of her.

The intensity of what had happened in the last half-hour was mind blowing. He'd found his own pleasure in giving Renee hers.

Damn. He hoped he was wrong about her. He hoped she wasn't here to try  and steal the details on the changes going on with Overshare that  weren't due to be released until next month.

If she was a fool, and wouldn't find the details anywhere upstairs. But it didn't mean she wouldn't try.