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

puzzled.
    “She said his middle finger is a big improvement over his swizzle stick,” Grant explains.
    “Hey, hey, no more swizzle stick,” JP snaps, looking unhappy.
    “You started it,” Grant says.
    “I end it,” Dominique says with a scowl at JP.
    I can’t decide who to side with on this one: the bitch I hate, or the slimy French male chauvinist. Bad choices all around.
    Changing the subject, JP asks, “Why do you need guns?”
    “The guys who come after us always have guns. I’d like to be prepared this time.”
    “Really?” I ask, wincing.
    “You were there when they broke into my penthouse. You really want them to come in with submachine guns, and we’re sitting ducks?”
    “I just… it makes me uneasy.”
    “It makes me uneasy, too. But being helpless and unarmed makes me even more uneasy.”
    JP lights a cigarette in his oh-so-French way. “It is not a question of any importance, because this is not America. We do not sell guns at McDonald’s.”
    “We don’t sell guns at McDonald’s,” I say, annoyed.
    “No? They do not come in the, how you say, Happy Meals?” JP asks. I can tell he’s mocking me.
    “Give it time,” Grant says.
    “ Sérieusement, the type of guns I assume you want are restricted in France. Très difficult to buy.”
    “I figured. But I’m also guessing you know a guy.”
    “I know a guy, oui . But he is not a ‘good guy.’”
    “Criminals seldom are. Present company excluded,” Grant says.
    “Grant… this man… his customers are not like you and I. They do not think of violence as an act of last resort; they use violence immediatement. ”
    “I get it. You don’t want to do this – ”
    “And I do not like guns.”
    “Duly noted. But we’re up against the Devil here, and I don’t want to go up against him empty-handed. If I have to deal with a couple of thugs to make sure of that, I’ll take that responsibility. It’s on my head, not yours.”
    JP sighs. “He does not provide services for free. Or for promises of payment later, after the job is done.”
    Grant retrieves our backpack, opens it up, and slaps a stack of hundreds on the table. It’s not all of our remaining cash, but it’s a good chunk of it.
    “That’s ten grand. Will that persuade your guy to help us?” Grant asks.
    JP’s eyebrows arch slightly as he looks at the money. “ Oui – that should be very persuasive.”

21
    After lunch is over, JP and Dominique go out to buy the guns. They’re still bitching at each other as they walk out the door.
    Then they’re gone.
    Finally: quiet.
    I continue my hacking at JP’s work station.
    Grant comes up behind my chair. “We’re alone.”
    “I noticed,” I say as I continue to type.
    He leans over and kisses my neck. “Want to take advantage of it?”
    Mmmmm.
    It feels really nice, but…
    “I have work to do,” I say, trying my best to ignore his lips brushing against my skin.
    “You can take a break.”
    “Just because you don’t have anything to do right now doesn’t mean I don’t.”
    “Is it absolutely necessary? Right now?”
    “…no, but…”
    “It’s been awhile since last time,” he whispers into my ear.
    I scoff. “It’s been nine or ten hours. Maybe. ”
    “That’s awhile.”
    One of his fingers slowly traces its way down the front of my blouse, then stops and circles my nipple, which hardens underneath my bra.
    Mmmm…
    “We might not have another opportunity,” he murmurs in my other ear, as his left hand reaches down and undoes the top button of my blouse.
    I lightly slap his hand away – from the button. Not the finger that’s caressing my nipple. “We can’t just have sex every time there’s an opportunity.”
    “Why not?” he asks, and goes back and undoes the second button. This time I let him.
    “Because that would be a lot of sex.”
    “Nothing wrong with that.”
    His fingers slip inside my blouse and slip my left bra strap off my shoulder.
    I yank the bra strap back into place. “I