Page 9 of Stud Ranch

He cocked a brow at her. “A jogger?”

“Seriously? Fine, I’ll tell you—a butt double.”

He cocked a brow. “What exactly does a butt double do?”

“Actors contract me to stand in for them in scenes where they want to be portrayed better than they are.”

“So you do movies.” Damn. Why was she even at the ranch? With her looks and connections, she could get any guy. But maybe that was the problem—she didn’t want just any guy seducing her.

She bobbed her head. “And model shoots.”

“You have a fantastic ass, Sloane. But I’m a boob guy. Would I have seen those before?” He eyed up her breasts.

She gave him an are-you-kidding look. “Just the butt.”

Reaching out, he latched on to her ass, dragging her up to the bench and her breasts to his eye level. “Well, I am thrilled that these are just for me.” He dipped his head to nuzzle them.

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Shaw knew Dylan was going to take Sloane to the water’s edge at sunset. Like clockwork, it was his routine.

Shaw could hide for the entire week and avoid seeing his ex with another man, but there was no stopping his feet from carrying him there.

When he scoured the shoreline, he reached up to pull his hat off his head.

They weren’t here.

That left one more spot to look—the field.

Taking a detour through a patch of woods, he rubbed at his sore jaw. Ever since he spotted Sloane on that dock, he’d been clenching it in unabated frustration.

Weaving around trees and stepping over fallen logs took him too much time, but finally he reached the field.

Under cover of the trees, he edged up to the south border. From here, he had a perfect view of the bench.

Sure enough, Dylan was there with Sloane in his lap.

What made Dylan change up his routine with Sloane, of all women?

He bit off a growl.

That perfect ass—the one that had once belonged to him, goddammit—was pressed against Dylan’s cock.

Shaw knew firsthand all about that cock too. Thick and long. He could still feel it in his fist while Shaw fucked his ass in slow strokes until they both shook in completion.

The client had been more than satisfied to experience a threesome…and Shaw had spent every day since their encounter fantasizing about doing it again.

Dylan’s hand roved over her chest, and she squirmed in his hold.

Unable to look on for another second, Shaw uttered a low cuss that he really wanted to bellow to the sky.

In quick strides, he retreated without being seen and hurried back to the office. When he burst in, the door struck the wall hard.

The ranch’s bookkeeper was standing at the copy machine a foot away. She let out a cry and grabbed her pregnant belly.

“Oh god, Avril. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

She pushed out fast breaths through her nostrils. “I think you…put me…in labor!”

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