Taken by the Pirate Billionaire by Shelli Stevens Page A

tongue found its way over her and he snaked it in and out with intense voracity. She was hot, wet and tasted like sex. His desire for her was only matched by his need to please her.
    He urged her thighs apart and she obliged, moving one foot sideways. Her legs parted enough that he could see how hot he’d made her. He leaned forward and slid his tongue deep inside her.
    “Devon!” She bucked at first, and then ground down against him, pulling on his hair.
    He used his fingers to further part her lips, exposing her swollen pink clitoris. He flicked it rapidly with his tongue, before drawing it inside his mouth and sucking on it.
    “Oh...oh God...yes!”
    Renee’s cries turned to screams as he slipped two fingers inside her to check her readiness. She came in an instant, tightening around his fingers.
    He removed his fingers, slick with her juices, and then stood up. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips. In one smooth thrust he was buried inside her hot sheath.
    His fingernails dug into her ass, and she didn’t protest as he fucked her against the wall. His cock pulled out, then thrust in harder and faster.
    He pulled out again, teasing her with the tip.
    “Please! I need you inside me.” She bit his shoulder and tried to lower herself onto him.
    He let her squirm for a moment, loving the feel of her wet body wiggling against him, before he slammed back up into her, imbedding himself to the hilt.
    “Oh God,” she screamed as he started to thrust into her again. “I love you.”
    Her words registered and sent him over the edge. He came hard inside her, having intended originally to pull out.
    Devon sank down to the floor of the shower, taking her with him. He closed his eyes. No protection. Fuck. She loved him? Not likely. She would hate him if he’d gotten her pregnant.
    Renee climbed off of him, painfully quiet now.
    Devon stepped out of the shower and handed her a towel, then grabbed one for himself. He did a quick job of drying off, before he slipped back into his jeans.
    “I’ll get breakfast started,” Devon said and left her alone.

Chapter Sixteen
     
    Renee held the towel against her and stared into the mirror.
    Had she just declared loving him? Though that wasn’t even the scary part—love declarations sometimes came out during sex. She knew that. The scary part was she might actually mean it.
    How could that even be possible? After only three days? Did anyone fall in love in three days?
    “It’s good sex,” she told herself in the mirror. “That’s all. Good sex makes you believe its love. And I will not confuse the two.”
    After her self-administered pep talk, she got dressed and went downstairs. In the kitchen, Devon was frying bacon and flipping pancakes in a pan on the stove.
    “We should probably talk,” he said, without looking up.
    Okay, so he was going to freak out on that little declaration.Renee winced. “If this is about that I love you comment—”
    “No,” he interrupted. “It’s not. Why don’t you have a seat?”
    It wasn’t about that? And it was a little weird he was so quick to brush it off. Did he get love declarations all the time? That thought made her a little pissy.
    Renee pulled out a bar stool and sat down. “All right, what’s going on?”
    “I thought I should give you fair warning.” He set a piece of paper down in front of her.
    No preliminaries, just bam . Renee stared at what looked to be a screen shot of a website and felt the blood drain from her face.
    “How...?” Her voice trailed off as she stared at the picture at the top of the story.  
    The picture was of Devon kissing the back of her neck at his party the other night. She scanned the story.
    Social Network mogul Devon Murray finally captured on camera, along with his latest lover. But who is she?  
    Renee stopped reading. They’d figure it out soon enough. Her stomach dropped and she felt bile rising in her throat.
    “Do you remember the redhead from