The Billionaire's Redemption (The Billionaire's Kiss, Book Five): (A Billionaire Alpha Romance) by Olivia Thorne

wisely,” he whispers in my ear as he continues to rock back and forth inside me.
    He feels so good that I’m tempted –
    For about a millisecond.
    “Git,” I say, and slap his arm.
    He pulls out of me, and we laugh as he has to unbuckle his pants and pull out his shirt to strap down and cloak his erection, at least until it subsides.
    “To be continued,” he whispers as I pull my underwear back into place.

22
    JP and Dominique come back a couple minutes later. He looks pissed; she looks pissed and dejected.
    They’re each carrying a couple of parcels wrapped in brown butcher paper. JP has a three-foot long one that might have conceivably held a giant bouquet of flowers. I didn’t notice them before because, well, I was more concerned about being caught having sex.
    They put the packages on the dining room table and rip off the paper. There are guns inside: two semi-automatic pistols, one assault rifle, plus six boxes of bullets.
    “That’s it?” Grant rages. “That’s all we get for ten grand?”
    “No, apparently you get to fuck on my canapé, too,” JP says in a surly tone of voice.
    Grant looks at him like he’s about to strangle him.
    JP rolls his eyes. “ Calme-toi. He will get more rifles, and some explosives, but it will take time. Besides, these? These are very rare in France. Very expensive.”
    “If this is what five or six grand gets you, I don’t doubt it.”
    Grant picks up a pistol, pops out the clip, slaps it back in, racks back the slide – all the things you normally see in action movies.
    I’m pretty impressed. “I didn’t know you ‘did’ guns.”
    “I normally don’t, but I realized a long time ago that I might piss off the wrong person one day, so I prepared.”
    “Seems that day has come.”
    “Seems that way,” he agrees, and holds out the gun to JP.
    JP puts his hands up. “No, no. I do not like guns.”
    “Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to learn.”
    “I think not.”
    Grant sighs, then offers the gun to Dominique.
    She gives him a dirty look, then takes the gun. She pops the clip out and racks back the slide. A bullet goes flying into the air – which she catches, then thumbs into the stack of ammo in the clip before she clacks it back into the pistol handle. “There is no need to have a bullet in the chamber.”
    “Well, look at you,” Grant says. “Somebody’s been practicing.”
    “ Oui. Someone left me, so I had a great deal of time,” she says coldly.
    Ow.
    Even though I don’t like her, and she’s been trying to steal my man all day long, I can tell she’s hiding a lot of pain.
    It doesn’t make me like her any more, though.
    Grant looks at me like Well DAMN, somebody’s pissed, as he takes the other pistol and tucks it into the back of his pants.
    “Don’t I get a gun?” I ask, incensed.
    “Do you know how to shoot?”
    “…no…”
    “Then you don’t get a gun.”
    “Hey!” I pout.
    “When our connection finally delivers the other overpriced items he promised – ” Grant says, looking accusingly at JP.
    JP rolls his eyes again. “Ah, bordel…”
    “…you can have one. I’ll give you a lesson in the meantime.”
    “Just as long as it is not on the canapé, ” JP mutters.
    “Will you cut it out with the damn canapé?” Grant says, irritated.
    “Every time I sit on it now, I am going to think of you fucking on it. I want a new one.”
    “Buy it with your ten million dollars,” Grant snaps, and that ends the discussion.

23
    Things are a little bit tense in the apartment for the next couple of hours.
    But if there’s an upside to being caught in flagrante, it’s that everybody shuts the hell up for a while and I can finally get some work done.
    Not to mention that Dominique completely cuts out the flirting with Grant. In fact, she’s downright cold to him.
    She won’t so much as look me in the eye, much less make a single rude comment.
    AWESOME.
    If she starts getting flirty with Grant again, I know exactly