Taken by the Pirate Billionaire

by Shelli Stevens

  “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.

  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?”

  Pausing in the midst of pushing around hashbrowns on the plate, Renee glanced up again and frowned.

  “Two hours? Maybe three?”

  “Yeah. That’s about what I got too.”

  Renee shifted in the hard plastic seat of their booth. Her body was sore in areas that hadn’t been sore in awhile. And she’d had to put on a scarf to hide several marks he’d left behind. She looked like hell and knew it.

  She took a moment to glance at Lucy and really analyze her friend for a moment. Her blond hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She’d skipped the contacts, and had worn her glasses. Add in the sweatshirt and yoga pants, and she looked a little worse for wear too.

  Giving up the pretense of trying to eat, Renee set down her fork. Since arriving at the emergency, must meet breakfast, they’d ignored the elephant in the room. Which would be anything pertaining to the party.

  “So are we going to talk about it?” Renee asked, her voice low and intimate, ensuring none of their neighbors at the neighborhood café would hear.

  Even though she didn’t glance up from her plate, she could see Lucy’s eyes widen.

  “I don’t even know if I can,” Lucy whispered. “Renee...the things we saw—”

  “Were crazy as shit. I know.”

  “Yeah they were. And,” Lucy hesitated, and lifted her gaze, “kind of intense and sexy in a weird way, too. Am I nuts?”

  “No.” Renee lowered her gaze to her plate. “I’m feeling the same thing.”

  “Did you, um, participate?”

  “With those groups? Oh hell no.” Renee could feel her cheeks reddening.

  “Me neither.” Lucy ate a bite of food, chewing slowly. A moment later, “I’m assuming you didn’t find the brooch, or you’d have told me right away.”

  “No, I didn’t find the brooch. I didn’t even get close to discovering if it even exists.”

  “Hmm. Did you figure out who Devon was? I was introduced to him shortly after we arrived.”

  “I figured it out, yeah.” There was no doubt about it, she was definitely blushing now.

  “Oh my God. The way you said that. The look on your face. What the hell happened between you guys?” Lucy leaned forward and whispered, “Did you get it on with him?”

  Crap. She should’ve known she couldn’t hide this sort of thing from her best friend.

  “Kinda.”

  “Kinda? As in his penis kinda went in your vagina?”

  “Yeah, that, um, pretty much was how it went down.”

  Lucy shook her head, her mouth agape. “So you went to steal from this guy, and instead ended up sleeping with him.”

  Renee pressed her lips together and nodded. She wrapped her hands around her steaming coffee.

  “Oh wait, I get it. You must’ve slept with him before you realized he was Devon?”

  That certainly would’ve been more logical. “No. I knew who he was by the time we had sex. Though not when he did that feeling you up thing at the door.”

  Lucy’s fork paused midway to her mouth. “Wait. He did your prep?”

  “Yeah. I stupidly thought he was just one of the bouncers for the first half of the party. Who did your prep?”

  “Eric.” Lucy’s lashes dropped, hiding her gaze. “He was very insistent that no one else touch me.”

  “Interesting. Talk about a hell of a first date for you guys, huh? I still think it’s crazy as hell that you’re dating one of the co-founders of Overshare.”

  “And you’re sleeping with the other one.”

  “This is weird.”

  “Totally.” Lucy cleared her throat. “And on that note, why don’t you elaborate on the part where you slept with Devon. How? Why?”

  “How...well he must’ve been onto me the minute I arrived on his doorstep, becau
se he showed up at the door pretending to be a bouncer.”

  Something flickered in Lucy’s gaze before she looked away quickly.

  “But he let you in anyway,” Lucy murmured, before Renee could ask what that look had been.

  “Yes he let me in. Maybe to give me enough rope to hang myself with.”

  “And did you?”

  “No. Yes. I don’t know. He thought I was a reporter. He has no idea why I was really there, and I slipped out when he fell asleep.”

  “Sounds like a solid move to me. Was the sex at least good?”

  “Phenomenal.”

  “Wow. You’ve told me you’ve had good, even great sex, but I’ve never heard you use the word phenomenal.”

  “Because nothing has ever been like this,” Renee said softly.

  “Are you going to see him again?”

  Wasn’t that the question of the hour? She gave a small shrug. “I doubt it. Pretty sure I left a bad impression in just about everything I did. And even if I did see him, it would just be to try and find the brooch.”

  “I’m sure not everything you did left a bad impression.” Lucy winked. “Besides, if he’s interested, you won’t have to do a thing. He’ll find you first.”

  Renee gave a weak smile. Now why did the idea of that sound like more of a threat than a thrill...?

  If she didn’t look ready to hit the floor in a dead faint, Devon might’ve smiled at the sheer shock on Renee’s face as she opened her front door.

  Renee. He’d been relieved to learn it was actually her name. Though he was struggling to merge the woman in front of him with the woman from last night.

  The woman from his party had been sex in stilettos, poured into a tight, seductive outfit. She’d worn a face full of makeup, with her long brown hair shiny and sleek.

  The woman in front of him now wore jeans, a t-shirt with the image of a dog wearing hipster glasses, was barefaced and had her hair pulled into a high ponytail.

  Surprisingly, he was just as attracted to the dressed down version of Renee, as the made up to the hilt one.