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“Renee?” he rasped, demanding her submission.

“Yes...” Her response was guttural. “I want—” 

He didn’t let her finish, just swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall.

She gripped the lapels on his tux, her eyes wide. “Are we going back downstairs?” 

“No.” He kicked open the door to a bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. “I don’t share.” 

Before she had a chance to protest—or change her mind —he dropped to his knees and pushed her skirt up around her waist.
 

“Such pretty panties, sweetheart.” He grabbed the silky fabric with both hands and tore them clean off her. “Remind me to buy you a new pair.”

 

He’d just ripped her panties off as if they were made of tissue paper.

Renee gave a strangled moan and closed her eyes. She had to be losing her mind. She wasn’t doing this, was she? Letting Devon Murray—a stranger with ties to her family history—go down on her?
 

Devon wedged his shoulders between her legs, spreading her thighs wide to him. And then, without giving her a moment to prepare, he nuzzled her sex.

Oh yes, she sure as hell
was
doing this. Nothing mattered right now. Nothing but this moment between them, and her startlingly intense response to Devon.

She stared at the man between her thighs through a pleasure-drugged gaze. She gripped the bedspread and caught her breath as he parted her folds and stared into her as if he was analyzing an expensive jewel. His fingers touched her gently, exploring and driving her mad with growing arousal.

“Very nice, sweetheart.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers.

She only had a second to notice the look of complete control in his expression, before he eased two fingers deep inside her. Her mouth opened on a silent cry as her insides clenched around the sensual invasion.

“So warm. Wet.” He pulled his fingers out, and then slid them back in. Again and again with a slow deliberate rhythm until she thought she would scream.

“Please.” She needed to feel his mouth on her. Unable to stop herself, she slipped her hands into his hair and lifted her hips in a silent request for more.

Devon gave a sexy, knowing laugh and then lowered his head again between her legs. He nuzzled the curls there, before opening his mouth and sliding his tongue over her aching clit.
 

The ember of pleasure inside her exploded into a flame, searing through her blood and setting her on fire to his touch. She moaned and closed her eyes, as his tongue stroked hard over her sensitive bud, repeating the caress before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

“Oh
God
.”

He continued the maddening combo of sucking and penetrating, as she struggled to breathe. Her body was his toy to play with. Her mind a slave to the pleasure.

She arched off the bed, digging her nails into his scalp as she rocked against him.

So close. She was so close to the edge. And then when she was almost there his fingers and mouth abandoned her. She cried out sharply at the loss of contact, her whole body nearly in shock at the loss. And it was then that his tongue swept through her cleft, and thrust deep into her.
 

Her world exploded. Behind closed eyes lights flashed as her thighs trembled and clenched around him. Wave after wave of spasms took her until she lay bonelessly weak. Even then, Devon’s tongue still worked her body.

A small sob escaped her as her lashes fluttered up and she stared at the ceiling.

Reality was held at bay with his amazing tongue still teasing her. It wasn’t until his cell phone rang that the cloud of passion dissipated some to let in reality.

“I’ll kill whoever it is.” Devon released her and stood up, reaching into his tux jacket for his phone.

Renee stayed lying on the bed, listening to his curt conversation with the caller. So he would leave her for a moment. Leave her to the dismay and regret now seeping into her conscience.

He’d leave her...alone. Realization kicked in, and she forced herself to push aside what had just happened. This was the chance she was waiting for.

Once he was gone, she could sneak around the house. Look for the brooch.

He ended the call and stared down at her. “I’m going to have to go downstairs for a bit to settle a matter.”

“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.

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