Page 29 of The Rancher's Vengeful Heart

"I want to perform a controlled experiment based on a stimuli-response matrix. I'd like to see if any patterns emerge in order toestablish baseline thresholds, calibrate variables, and of course, achieve maximum results in terms of neurochemical excitation."

Tassy had no idea what the billionaire just said, but—-

"Yup." Whatever it was he wanted to test, it already had her toes curling and her heart pounding, and she wanted to hearmoreof it.

Lucius couldn't remember being with a woman who made him want to laughandkiss her at the same time.

His Tassina was everything he hadn't even known he wanted.

She was it for him.

And to make sure that he was also everything to her—-

Tassy could only gasp when Lucius suddenly grabbed her hand, and it was all she could do to keep up with his brisk pace as he led her out of the room and back to where Constable Dill was waiting for them.

"Constable, please have Mr. Walt Cranberry arrested."

Since Lucius wasstillon the move, this time leading them up a set of stairs, it was now both Tassy and the constable doing their best to match his long-legged stride.

"He's definitely from the future since he's made references that have yet to exist during the Regency period, namely, Monet and the Dewey Decimal System."

"Uh, you have correctly identified the culprit, Your Grace. Congratulations." Constable Dill was starting to feel nervous. It was protocol for all park employees like him to know who all of Foxtown VIPs were, but...nothing in the rule book had preparedhim for this. Why was Lucius Young heading up the second floor?

Constable Dill cleared his throat. "The, um, prize—-"

"It's all yours."

Lucius' statement had the other man nearly losing his footing."S-Sir?I mean, Y-Your Grace?" The prizes for this weekend had been upgraded for the park's media campaign. Did the billionaire really mean—-

"All I need is a room my girlfriend and I can use in private." Lucius began opening doors to see which of the yet-to-be-launched mystery rooms would best serve his purpose. "We have something to talk about, and we don't want to be disturbed at all costs."

Mm.

Nope.

Mm.

Perfect.

By the time Lucius had found his room of choice, understanding had also dawned on both the constable and Tassy, who was now blushing from head to toe but unable to utter a single protest...sincehonestly?

She so, so badly yearned for Lucius' kisses as well.

"Do we have an understanding, Constable?"

Constable Dill clicked his heels and gave the billionaire a hearty salute. "Yes, sir—-I mean, Your Grace!"

"Then that will be all."

The door slammed shut on his face, but Constable Dill was all smiles as he made his way back to the lounge. Who knew it would bethiseasy to win a thousand bucks?

Tassy could only whimper as Lucius threw her on the four-poster bed as soon as they were inside. Her legs were still dangling over the edge, but this turned out to be exactly what he wanted, with his head suddenly disappearing under the skirts of her gown, andoh!

Had he really just ripped her lace panties just like tha—-ah!

Her eyes squeezed shut, and her head fell back as Lucius started tracing her moist swollen folds with his tongue. She couldn't remember burning this much her entire life. Couldn't remember feeling this wet and sensitive. And when she felt him slowly but firmly part her folds—-

Aaaah.

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