Baby, Don't Go (Yeah, Baby Book 3) by Fiona Davenport Page A

guess you don’t want your treat for being obedient then?” I held up the petite box and her jaw dropped, an excited sparkle in her eye. “Did you think I was fucking around when I told the pussy I was your fiancé?” I grinned, remembering how I’d staked my fucking claim on my woman.
    “You never said anything, I assumed—”
    I cut her off, “Well, you were wrong. I was trying to think of a romantic way to propose, something incredibly romantic. But, I can’t wait any longer. I need everyone to know you’re not available. I own you.”
    She rolled her eyes, but there was a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.  I untied the silky, white bow and removed the lid. Taking out a black, velvet box, I flipped it open to reveal a five-carat, cushion cut diamond, set in a diamond encrusted, platinum band. Ellie gasped, her face filled with awe as she touched the ring with the tips of her fingers, tracing it in the velvet display.
    “It’s stunning, Jack. I love it.”
    “You love who?” I asked gruffly, jealous of a stupid ring.
    She winked at me. “I love you.” Then I heard her mutter under her breath, “Almost as much.”
    “You’re going to pay for that, baby,” I grumbled. Taking the ring from the box, I slid it onto her trembling finger. “You know what this mean, right?” I asked warily, and then it occurred to me we hadn’t discussed her ridiculous job offer. “No moving, no new job, no Declan,” I spat his name, still fighting the urge to rearrange his face for trying to steal my girl.
    Ellison huffed, “Do you have to steamroll everything?”
    I frowned, offended at her accusation and a tad unsure what she meant. “No,” I said with conviction. “But when my fiancée is considering moving out of state and”—I glared fiercely at her—“lets other men take her to lunch, I’m sure as fuck going to steamroll anything or anyone who gets in my way.”
    Her lips turned down into a pout, adorable and utterly irresistible. I drank from her lips until she bit my lip a little harder than usual.
    “Fuck! What the hell, Ellie?”
    “You distracted me.”
    “And?” I asked with a single raised eyebrow.
    She scowled and it grew when I couldn’t keep myself from grinning. I fucking loved her to pieces.
    “I was going to tell you I’d decided not to take the job. I want to stay here, to be with you. But your damn caveman tactics stole my thunder. I wanted to tell you I was devastated not to be pregnant. I love you, Neanderthal and all.”
    I winked at her and smiled. “I’ll make it up to you,” I vowed before kissing her until she was breathless and quaking with need.
    There was only one thing left to do before I could spend the rest of the day making her scream my name. Tearing my mouth from hers (no easy feat, I might add), I stretched over to grab her cell phone off of the nightstand.
    “Call him, now,” I demanded, handing her the phone.
    She was watching me with amusement. “Call who?”
    “Don’t mess with me, baby. You’ve already guaranteed I’m going to punish you by making you orgasm as hard and as often as possible until you pass out. If you want to keep it up, you’ll earn a round two.”
    She winked. “Promise?”
    I laughed, but grabbed the phone away from her and looked for his contact info, pressing send before putting it on speaker. She made a grab for it, but I caught her wrists and held them locked in one hand above her head.
    “Ellie!” Douche bag’s voice came over the line and my hand tightened at the use of her nickname. My nickname. I opened my mouth to tell him off, but Ellison started talking.
    “Declan,” she replied.
    “I hope you’re calling to accept the job, and give me a chance.”
    This guy was pissing me off more and more. I could feel the flush of anger and knew my face had to be turning red.
    “Um,” Ellie was giving me a warning in her eyes, telling me to back off and let her handle it. I nodded jerkily, willing to acquiesce to