Taken by the Pirate Billionaire by Shelli Stevens Page B

breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. The sensation was so intense, it caused her muscles to clench around him and she almost came.
    “Sweetheart,” he ground out, sliding his hands down to her hips. “Do that again and I won’t last much longer.”
    “You’ll last.” She quickened her pace, riding him hard and fast.  
    “Lean forward,” he commanded.  
    Renee obliged, leaning forward until his mouth closed over her breast. He sucked her nipple hard, making her squirm on top of him.
    She groaned and pushed down hard. He stretched her, filled her, making her altogether mindless.
    “Do you like that?” He flicked his tongue over her nipple.  
    “Yes.” 
    “How about this?” He rubbed his thumb over her clitoris.  
    “Oh...yes.”
    He rubbed faster and Renee’s head spun. She closed her eyes, riding the sensation until her body contracted around him as she came.
    When she opened her eyes, she met his darkened gaze. With a knowing smile, she reached a hand behind her to massage his sac. He groaned and a few minutes later he came inside her.
    “Christ, you’re going to the death of me.” He groaned. “I’m too old for this much sex.”
    Renee climbed off him and rolled her eyes. “You’re thirty-seven? Hardly a senior citizen.”
    “A quick online search give you my age?” he asked as she walked to the bathroom to cleanup.
    “Yes. You’re a favorite on the gossip sites. The mysterious, disreputable, Devon Murray.”
    “So I’ve noticed. Did you know that when you came to the party, I thought you were a reporter?”
    “I kinda got that impression when you were demanding to know who I worked for.” Renee came back into the room a few seconds later. “Not a reporter. Just a woman determined to steal from you.” She grabbed the diary again. “Speaking of, let’s get back to work.”
    He blinked. “That really was just a quick sex break for you.”
    “We can go for a longer one later.” She tried to read the page where he’d left off. Sighing, she held it back to him. “I still can’t read this. Will you do the honors?”
    He took the diary from her and stared down at it.
    Renee stood, unable to completely dismiss her earlier idea. “Remember when I suggested that maybe you’d tapped into Darren’s memories? Now that I know they were lovers, it could also explain why we’re so good in bed together. Why we just...fit.”
    Devon laughed and shook his head. “I told you, I don’t buy into that kind of stuff.”
    “I know, it’s just...never mind. Do you care if I run and grab a quick shower?”
    “Go for it.” Devon was already engrossed in the diary again.
    Renee couldn’t help but watch him for a few seconds more, and then turned and went into the bathroom.
     
    Devon stared down at the diary, but his mind wasn’t on the words in front of him. It was on Renee’s sexual appetite and how similar it was to his. She was like nobody he’d ever been with.
    Was he falling for her? This fast? Oddly, he suspected he might be. She was a sexy, confident woman. He’d also been hooked the moment he’d heard about her doggy daycare. He was an avid animal lover with three dogs and two cats back at the estate.
    The shower turned on.  
    Enough.He needed to figure out this diary thing. Besides, thinking about being in love—or at the mercy of a woman—after only two days was a little troublesome.
    While Renee showered, Devon finished reading every page of the diary. And even though he finished the book, he still had some unanswered questions.
    Renee came back dressed in a fuzzy pink bathrobe. “So, did you find out what happened to the brooch?”
    “I’m not sure, but apparently Darren and Anne weren’t just having casual sex.”
    She giggled. “Well, casual sex wasn’t exactly fashionable back then, was it?”
    Devon looked up at her. “He asked her to marry him.”
     

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Renee sat on the bed, a look of astonishment on her face. “But... no, they