Bishop

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This fucking woman.

It had been some time since I'd felt such a spark. I'm not proud to admit that I'd been chasing every possible rush in life, just to feel anything at all, up to a few weeks ago. Everything had changed when I got the news about my father's little request.

His requirement.

From there I'd endured the meetings with strange women... I'd borne the idea of having to pick one of these faceless harpies who wanted nothing from me but my money and the security of my lineage.

I'd thought I was fine with such a life.

And then I'd met Nellie Pinewood.

“Hold still,” I said, slipping her shirt over her head. The motion set her long hair swirling, pieces sticking to her forehead, in her eyes. Before she could smooth it out I beat her to it. With precision, I tucked her strands of hair back behind her ears, luxuriating in how soft they felt between my fingers.

She'd gone still, like she was waiting to see what I'd do next. There was a tiny crease in her lips, a tightness that plumped and smoothed the longer I watched her. The magnetic pulse between us begged me to kiss her. But I wouldn't. Not yet.

Half-crouching, I traced her ribs, stopping when I'd reached the top of her jeans. A quick flick and the button was undone. The zipper came next, the sensation of the metal peeling open resonating in my lower belly.

I revealed the pale-blue of her panties, and my own underwear—the only thing I had on—became useless in hiding my cock. “Fuck,” I breathed out, adjusting myself, then making her step out of her pants.

Something in Nell clicked. Or it broke. I didn't know, I just stood up to watch her finish stripping down. She did it with speed—rushing to beat the part of her that would talk her out of this situation.

Her body was elegant; welcoming. I ached to snatch her up and press myself against her, into her, just be a part of her existence. She pointed at me, and the motion set her breasts swaying hypnotically. “You have to finish.”

“Oh, I'll finish,” I said, chuckling at my own wicked thoughts. My cock-head was almost peeking out of my briefs. I didn't waste any more time, I copied her, pushing my underwear down and abandoning it on the floor.

I'd been waiting to see her reaction to all of me. Studying her face, I was fascinated by how she wet her lower lip with her tongue. Her body was tinged red, her heart working overtime. Standing tall, I made my proud dick twitch in the air. “I noticed you've stopped pretending you don't like me.”

Her eyes darted to mine, holding steady. “Are you this cocky with all the dog walkers?”

“Only the cute ones.”

“Hmn,” she said, pursing her lips. “Earlier you called me beautiful. Why the downgrade?”

Chuckling, I brushed my thumb over her cheek. “Blame the dirt that's all over your face. Come on.” With that, I pulled her into the shower. The water rained on us both. It massaged my skin with both heat and force, turning Nell's hair into a long stream of rich chocolate.

Wiping her eyes, she faced me; I shielded her from the water, my back to the spout. There were freckles on the bridge of her nose and I wished I had all the time in the world just to count them over and over.

“Was this what you were waiting for?” she asked.

“What?”

She nodded over my shoulder. “My face to be clean. Were you holding back from kissing me because of all that dirt you talked about? Or were you just pretending you were into me this whole time?”

Her boldness stunned me. It also sent my cock thickening, rising up between us until it bumped her thigh. Nell inhaled through her teeth. “I don't know,” I whispered huskily. “What does this tell you?”

My hands clamped onto her smooth shoulders, pressing her into the glittering tile. The air was thrumming with steam, the ceramic walls rumbling like a storm, and still, I could hear the subtle increase in the rhythm of her breath.

I didn't think I'd been holding back, but if I had been, it'd been subconscious; waiting for her to make it clear she was ready for me. I so rarely met women who dared to challenge me. Nell had from the first minute. I'd thought it was because she had no idea how important my family was... but when she'd learned, she'd only fought me harder.

It was fucking refreshing.

Nell's mouth slid over mine, warm and sweet. Her fist circled around my cock. “We shouldn't do this.”

“We definitely should.”

“Do you have a condom?”

Her question startled a hard laugh from me. Thumbing her chin, I looked her in the eye and said ever so calmly, “You don't get it yet, do you?” Drops of water collected on her parted lips. I kissed them away, cocking my head so I could whisper straight into her ear. “We're going to screw, and you're going to come, and come, and come as I fill you up with my seed until there's no way you don't get pregnant. And if by some miracle it doesn't happen this time...” I licked her throat and she trembled like the last leaf of winter. “I'll keep at it until it does.”