Taken by the Pirate Billionaire(7)

     



 

He would give her a couple of minutes to get herself into trouble. He  checked his email on his phone, and briefly scrolled through his  friends' updates on Overshare.

After a few minutes he slid his phone back into his pocket and made his  move, keeping his steps stealth as he approached the door to the room  he'd left her in.

He wasn't sure what he expected to find, but it sure wasn't what he saw  when he came into the doorway. Renee stood on her tiptoes in his closet,  trying to get a box down from the shelf.

Disbelief swept through him. This was what she'd come for? That box  contained a list of every anonymous person-politician and actor  alike-that had ever attended one of his parties.

She wasn't here to get the scoop on the Overshare updates, but dig up  juicy information on who was on record for attending his parties.

It was far worse than his previous assumption.

Damn her. His hands clenched into fists at his side. He'd almost wished  he'd been wrong about her. She intrigued him and aroused him, but more  than that she brought out his possessive side. He would've done almost  anything to have her and keep her untouched by anyone but himself.

Now, realizing that she'd used her body to distract him, he was furious.  Not only at her, but at himself for being so easily diverted.

Renee stretched further to reach the box and her skirt rose higher on her thighs, showing the pale curve of her ass.

Devon's gaze fell on the luscious globes and his lips curled into a  bitter smile. He would still have her in his bed tonight. If she wanted  to bargain with her body, then by all means let her. And in the end  she'd walk away with nothing but the memory of getting thoroughly  fucked.

"Looking for something, sweetheart?" He stepped into the room, watching as she spun around in shock.

He expected her to deny it or try and make up a lame excuse. Instead,  she blinked, looking all too innocent and terrified, before she bolted.  She tried to run right past him, but he caught her arm and pulled her  back into the room.

Renee swung at him, landing a blow on his shoulder. He barely felt it,  but like hell would he let it happen again. He grasped her wrists just  as her foot slammed painfully into his shin.

She wanted to play rough? He tackled her onto the bed, using the weight of his body to pin her down.

Her breasts rose and fell under her corset-which she'd refastened.  Realization sank in that she probably had something that belonged to him  hidden in that little get up.

He used his free hand to unfasten the first hook and asked, "Why don't  we start with you telling me exactly whom you work for, sweetheart?"

She looked confused for a moment and then started to struggle when she realized he had begun undressing her.

"TMZ?" he asked. "Or somewhere more respectable? The Times?"

She went still, her expression one of complete incomprehension.

Well damn. He paused halfway down the hooks on her corset. Maybe she  free-lanced? But the shock in her eyes was a good signal that he was way  off track.

"Who are you, Renee?"

She didn't answer, just drew in a deep breath that had his gaze drawing  downward. Her nipples were hard and dark with arousal, and his knee that  rested between her legs grew damp.

She was just as aroused now as she had been when he'd left her.

He exhaled slowly, and narrowed his eyes. "You're a woman of many  secrets, Renee. And I intend to uncover them all. But first things  first."

He continued to unhook the corset until all the tiny hooks were undone and she didn't say a word.

When he pulled the fabric away from her body, nothing appeared other  than her wonderfully large breasts. There was no hidden objects or files  that she'd stolen.

Her dark nipples puckered under his observation. When his gaze lifted, he only saw her heavy-lidded gaze of surrender. Of need.

Devon growled and lowered his head to her breast, closing his lips  around its sensual, swollen tip. He sucked her nipple into his mouth,  and her soft cry made him draw on it deeper.

He rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it  to its fullest extension. She writhed beneath him and he switched his  mouth to the opposite breast.

"Please..." Renee tugged at her wrists, and Devon released them.         

     



 

It wasn't likely she intended to draw blood anymore. Instead she cupped  his chin, drawing his mouth away from her breasts, and up to her own  mouth.

Devon crushed her lips beneath his. His tongue skimmed into the moist  cavern, and was eagerly met by hers. It curled around his, sucking him  deeper inside. Parrying with his in a sensual caress.

Christ, he couldn't seem to get enough of her. He growled low in his throat and ground his body against her lush curves.

With a ragged gasp, she pulled her mouth away from his and buried her  face against his neck. Her hot breath against his pulse had his cock  granite hard.

"You have too many clothes on," she whispered, running a hand down his tux to the zipper on his pants.

He made no move to stop her as she undid the button and slid her hand inside.

A groan escaped him as her soft hand surrounded his cock.

"Yes," he rasped. "Touch me."

She kissed his neck and started to move her hand up and down over his  erection, and he grew harder in her hands. The small sound of disbelief  she made had his gaze seeking hers.

"It's nothing," she muttered quickly. "I mean it's something. It's you.  You're just...bigger than I realized. And clearly getting bigger by the  moment."

He laughed and leaned down to kiss the tops of her breasts. "Is that a bad thing?"

"I'll let you know in a few minutes. But for now..." She pushed him onto  his back and then leaned over him-her hair fanning across his thighs.

The moment her mouth closed over him he nearly came on the spot. Never  was he that uncontrolled. He ground his teeth together and slid his  fingers into her hair, holding her as he thrust his hips and sent  himself deeper into her mouth.

Each moment he stayed nestled between those sweet lips, his control grew  thinner. Shocked, and somewhat bothered by how easily she sent him over  the edge, he tugged at her hair.

"I need to be inside you. Now."



When she didn't immediately move, Devon physically pulled her off him  and deftly positioned her onto her hands and knees. She didn't protest  or move, just let out a soft moan as she waited for him.

In a minute he'd pulled a condom from the bedside table and put it on.

He came to his knees behind her and pushed her skirt up to her waist.  Using his fingers, Devon parted her swollen folds and lined himself up.  With a flex of his hips, he sunk deep inside her.

Her frantic cry gave him pause.

"No, don't stop," she cried out, pushing back against and bringing him deeper. "God, don't stop!"

He dug his fingers into her hips as he eased completely into her. The  hot grip of her body around him felt so damn good, his eye nearly  crossed. All thoughts of who she was and why she was here disappeared.  There was only this moment and their pleasure.

He thrust into her again. Faster now and harder. Her cries of pleasure became small screams and she rocked back against him.

Entirely too soon, he realized he was going to come. The embarrassment  of that knowledge was tempered with the need to reach that release. And  he wanted Renee right there with him.

He reached down to rub her clit, just a few strokes, until her sex  clenched around his cock as she cried out with her climax. The sensation  stripped away the last of his control and he let out a strangled groan  as he came.

Moments later Renee collapsed onto her stomach, her cheek against the pillow.

Devon slid down next to her, stroking a hand down her satiny back. She made a murmur of pleasure and closed her eyes.

There were no words between them. Not that he had any that could  adequately describe what had just happened. He stayed awake, watching  her until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep.

A woman he'd just made love to was sleeping over at his house. Not only  staying over, but in his bed. In his room. Pretty damn rare, really.

He climbed out of the bed and went to dispose of the condom and use the  bathroom. He debated making another round at his party. But the idea of  leaving Renee was unappealing. His people would close down the party and  clean up when it was time. He, on the other hand, would enjoy the woman  in his bed. Whoever she was.

He narrowed his eyes, tracing her face with his gaze. There was something about her. Something familiar.         

     



 

Tomorrow he would figure out what it was. Tomorrow they would talk and  he'd have his answers. He let his eyelids slowly close and the events of  the day drag him under the heaviness of sleep.

When he woke a few hours later, Renee was gone.





Chapter Eight



"Can you pass the pepper?"

Renee blinked, letting her friend's words sink into her exhausted mind,  before she grabbed the peppershaker and handed it to Lucy.

"Thanks." Lucy sprinkled her eggs liberally and then stabbed at them with her fork. "Did you get any sleep?"