Page 5 of Royal Baby Maker

“You're wrong. Very wrong.” Standing, he leaned over the counter, his nose nearly touching mine. His fragrance was burning charcoal and rich earth—the scent of a devil. “If I wanted to make you spread your thighs for me, offer me your sweet pussy, it wouldn't be anattempt.I always succeed when I go after something I want, Nellie.”

The rigid iron in my spine cracked in two. Telling him to back off wasn't in the cards. It wasn't even an option. And in that split second, when I did nothing but stand there while he gripped my fingers, I made it clear to us both that I was interested in what he could do to me.

Bishop shut his eyes, inhaling. “Fuck. Your fragrance is amazing.”

“My... what?”

His gray irises were a turmoil of storms. “You're already wet for me. I can smell it.”

Blushing hot, I yanked my hands away. Someone as gorgeous as Bishop talking bluntly about my pussy was erotic. When I stepped back, my thighs scissoring, I knew my panties were soaked through.

He stared me in the eye, his smirk patient but ever growing. One finger of his stroked my wrist, then two. My clit and lips swelled, a sharp inhale giving my attraction away. “Wait,” I whispered.

Bishop circled the island, forcing me up against the nearest object—the fridge. “Wait?” he repeated, blocking me in. “You think I'm going to grip your plump ass and fuck you right here, right now? Oh, Nell. That's not how a prince behaves.”

His fingertips settled on my jaw, drifting along my throat to feel my rapid pulse. His voice was a thick growl. “Unless that's what you ask for,” he said. “Because if you beg me, how could I say no?” Grinding his nose along my temple so suddenly it made me shiver, he pushed his other hand onto my hip and just held it there. The lack of movement was torture.

My ears were ringing, as if my heart was screaming through my body. Every cell was hot with desire. In mere minutes, Bishop had made me crave him.

Something hot and firm rubbed along my thigh—his cock through his pants. “This... we can't do this, not here,” I stammered.

“Not here?” he teased. His lips brushed my skin, sending a bolt of electricity right to my clitoris. “Then you know itisgoing to happen. Good. I want it to be very clear. I need you to understand that Iwant you,Nell.” Bishop rolled his hips, his shaft almost painful in its hardness. “Like I said before, I always get what I want. Comes with the territory.”

When he said “comes” my pussy clenched. How had this happened? One second we were bantering over a granite island, and now, here I was pushed against a cold fridge while a man I'd met just this morning ruined my panties.

My brain buzzed, recalling all the women who'd sat with him earlier. I didn't think I was ugly, but they were way out of my league in poise and power.His mom wants him to marry one of them, right?I'd understood that from just a few snippets of conversation. He was supposed to pick some high-end lady to wed and bed.

So why the hell was he saying he wantedme?

“Bishop!” his mother shouted, seconds before pushing into the kitchen. In that moment Bishop slid off of me, behaving like the fog that colored his eyes. His grin was wide, sharing a secret with me as he leaned on the counter, pretending he hadn't been inches away from sticking his hand down my jeans to finger me.

Bracing myself against the fridge, eyes bugging out, I gaped at him. I must have looked ridiculous. Miss Callehurst didn't act like she noticed, she just swept inside, beaming at her son. “The guests just left. How did it go? Wonderful, right?” He went to speak—she answered for him. “Yes! Exactly! Iris was enamored by you, as she should be.”

“Mm,” he said, shrugging. “If you say so.”

Breathing heavily, I pushed off the fridge and forced my heart to slow down. It was good that she was so distracted by her son, it let me gather my pieces of dignity off the floor.

Miss Callehurst spotted me, startled. “Nellie! Why, you blend right in with the walls sometimes.” Laughing into the back of her hand, she slid something from her purse; a checkbook. “Let me get this to you, I've got much to do today. Please be here tomorrow at the same time, I'll have a key made for you so you can come and go as needed. I can't be sure anyone will be around all the time to let you in to get the dogs.”

Swallowing, I stepped closer. “Wait. You're saying I've got the job?”

Her eyes flicked up at me from where she was making perfect scripture on the check. “Yes, dear. Of course. Unless you've decided you suddenly don't want it?”

Over her shoulder, Bishop winked at me.

Did I want the job? I didn't know anymore. The realization that I'd have to interact with Bishop every day had given this once innocent job a new spin. His mother was watching me; she couldn't see him rub his palm over his erection, drawing my eye and making my insides pulse.

This man was shameless. And used to getting what he wanted.

Being near him would be torture... but what could I do? I needed the money if I had any intention of getting my life back on track.

“Yes,” I said, reaching out to take the check. “I'd love the job.”

“Good. Glad to have you.”

Bishop chuckled darkly. “Yes,” he agreed, folding his arms over his broad chest. “We're bothveryglad to have you, Nell.”

I joined in with their smiling. But deep down, my stomach was a mass of knots.

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