Taken by the Pirate Billionaire by Shelli Stevens

we can head out.”  
     
    Renee was having a hard time comprehending the fact that Devon Murray was hanging out in her apartment. This man—dangerous looking in his black jeans and black shirt—was lounging on her fluffy lavender bedspread.
    What’s more, her Boston Terrier, Ted, was belly up next to him. Ted wasn’t the most social dog, but apparently he adored Devon.  
    “Here it is.” She set the diary on the bed next to the pair. “Be careful, some of the pages are deteriorating.” 
    “I’ll be gentle,” he promised and abandoned rubbing Ted’s tummy to pick up the fragile diary.
    The delicate book looked out of place in his massive hands, but he was nothing but gentle and careful as he read through the pages.
    Renee sat cross-legged on the bed next to him. She’d long ago changed out of her dress into flannel pajamas. Not exactly turn on material, but right now she was only thinking about comfort and the diary.
    “Can you make out her handwriting?”
    Devon’s brows were drawn together—he was deeply engrossed in whatever he was looking at.
    “I can, somewhat.” He didn’t look up. “I’m a pro at deciphering chicken scratch.”
    “Hmm.” She glanced over his shoulder at the diary and shook her head. It was all a blur to her. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?”
    “Thank you. Anything would be fine seeing as we didn’t eat much at dinner.”
    Renee’s face flooded with heat as she remembered the earlier events of the night. No, they really hadn’t between the drugging and the sexscapade.  
    She climbed off the bed, heading to the kitchen to make them both a snack. Ted followed her, begging for scraps from the food she was preparing. She tossed him a slice of roast beef and then left him in the kitchen so he wouldn’t beg while they ate.
    When she returned to the bedroom Devon had set the diary down and was waiting for her.
    “Those pink pajamas look adorable on you.”
    “Thanks.” Sexy? Adorable? Same thing. She set the plate of sandwich halves and apple slices on the bed, and handed him a cold beer.
    He took the microbrewery beer with an admiring glance. “You’re good.”
    “I try.” She sat back down on the bed and gestured to the diary. “Learn anything?”
    Devon ate the sandwich half in two bites while giving her a strange look. “I learned quite a bit.”
    “So? Did Darren steal the brooch from Anne?”
    “I haven’t gotten that far yet.” He tilted the beer bottle back and took a long drink.
    Renee watched the muscles ripple in his throat as he swallowed. A silly little thing to observe, but on him it fascinated her.
    “What did you find out then?”
    He set the beer down between his legs. “Darren and Anne were lovers.”

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Renee’s jaw gaped as she stared at him. Lovers? He had to be lying. There’s no way her ancestor had been sleeping with a pirate.
    “Which page?” She picked up the diary.
    He leaned over her and helped her locate the correct passage. She squinted at the writing until she could finally make out some of the words. Hmm. It was beginning to look like he was right.
    “That’s not all,” he went on. “She wrote about some of her encounters with Darren. Apparently, he was good in bed.”
    “What?” She yelped in disbelief. “So not only was Anne sleeping with Darren, but the hussy kept a detailed account of it?What does she say?”
    Devon laughed and took the diary from her hands. “Here, let me read some.”
    God, she couldn’t wait to hear this one. She picked up a sandwich and took a bite of it.
    “All right.” Devon cleared his throat and then began to read. “ He came to me last night. This sinister, dark, man whom I have taken as my lover. Truly, I have longed for his embrace, for his phallus to fill my flower.”
    “Flower? Phallus?” Renee giggled, and then sobered when Devon gave her a reproachful look. “That there is some piss poor writing.”
    He gave her a brief, reprimanding scowl. “It