Page 19 of Royal Baby Maker

“Fucking hell.” He stood taller, his powerful grace so natural that I sensed for the first time the royal blood in his veins. “Weren't you listening to me the other day? I want to be with you.”

“Because you have to be with someone.”

“No,” he said, biting the word in two. Holding my cheeks, Bishop kissed my temples—one, then the other. “Because you drive me wild. Because you make me breathe easier, and I can't tell you how long it's been since I've felt so relaxed.” He fixed me with an intense stare, searching me for... something.

Shivering, and not from the cool air, I said, “He spoke about you the way he did because this has happened before. Just tell me.”

“What Corriane said—that bastard.” His chuckle was pure pain. “The things I used to do, they were things expected of me. The number of calls from my father, emphasizing how I'm supposed to entertain every single important person he sends my way... they're in the hundreds.”

He'd started squeezing my face. It was unconscious, bordering on painful, so I grabbed his wrists. He snapped back into the present. “Bishop...”

“Sorry. It's only that, I never realized how much I hatedentertainingall those people for a man I barely knew until I suddenly had a reason to say no.”

Relief bubbled in me like freshly poured champagne. “I can't believe I threw that box at him.”

Laughing in that warmed-honey way of his, Bishop nuzzled my throat. “It turned me on. I love how you don't take anyone's shit.”

“Will you get in trouble for what happened? Corriane looked upset.”

“Probably. But who cares? My father can't do a thing to me, not when I'm on the verge of giving him what he's always wanted.” He touched my stomach—I inhaled. “You respond to everything I do with so much enthusiasm. It makes me rock hard, Nell. Feel me.”

He went to guide my hand, but I was way ahead of him. Grazing my palm over the front of his dress pants, I discovered how stiff his hard-on was. Stroking him from base to tip, I thrilled with his thick groan. “Where's your car?”

Heat flashed in his eyes. Wordlessly he pulled me down the alley, straight to the garage where a bright white Mustang waited. The car doors opened, blue lights illuminating the leather interior, a rhythmic pop song thumping softly through the speakers. When I touched the backseat, I knew they were the kind that heated up.

I could get used to this kind of treatment.

- Chapter Nine -

Nellie

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In the three weekssince I'd begun working for the Callehursts, I'd learned several things about the rich and famous. Stuff like how they spent too much on Instacart when it'd be much easier to go to the store themselves, or how they'd never be caught dead wearing the same outfit twice. But chief among my lessons was this:

Being royalty doesn't mean you have any manners.

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