Page 30 of The Rancher's Pregnancy Surprise

Heaven.

When I open them, the boy is standing closer, his smile widening as he reaches for a macaron himself.

But I can't smile back...because Ronan is standing right behind him.

Hell.

And my fiancé does not look happy.

At all.

"Excuse me," Ronan bites out as he cups my elbow, and he steers me away before the boy can get a word in edgewise.

"Um—" I begin.

"Not one damn word."

"But—"

He glares at me, and I stop speaking and simply follow behind him as he takes us to a side door that leads to a balcony. Once outside, he locks the doors behind us, the soft click somehow more ominous than a slam would have been.

The night air is crisp against my bare shoulders, the distant mountains visible as dark shapes against the starlit sky.

Ronan turns to look at me, and I gulp at the glint in his eyes.

"Do you think I didn't know?" His voice is low, controlled, but with an edge that makes my pulse quicken.

"K-Know what?"

He moves toward me then, each step deliberate, forcing me to retreat until my back meets the cold stone of the balustrade. He places his hands on either side of me, caging me in with his body.

"I could smell your need for me the moment you got wet." His eyes burn into mine. "And so did the boy."

No way.

He must be kidding.

Right?

I look at him in horror, but Ronan's gaze only bores through me, and I think...I think I'm going to die of embarrass—

"R-Ronan?"

I can only stammer his name out when he suddenly drops to his knees before me, the fine fabric of his tuxedo meeting the stone floor. The sight of him kneeling there, still so elegant, so powerful even in this position, sends a fresh wave of heat between my thighs.

"There's only one thing we can do to make sure that doesn't happen again."

By the time I recover from my shock, it's too late. His head has disappeared under my gown, and at the first stroke of his tongue, I fall back against the stone balustrade, my fingers gripping his head through the thick velvet fabric of my gown.

Ronan laps at me lazily at first, as if we have all the time in the world, as if we're not at a formal event with hundreds of people just beyond the door. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as his tongue delves deeper.

His tongue circles my clit before flicking rapidly against it, sending jolts of electricity up my spine. When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot, I have to stuff my fist against my mouth to muffle my moans.

Orgasm comes in a flash, washing over me with blinding intensity. My body convulses, inner walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me.

Ronan emerges from beneath my skirt, and he carefully takes his time as he fixes my hair and adjusts my gown. He straightenswhen he's done, his mouth gently covering mine, and a shudder rocks my body as I taste myself in his kiss.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

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