“No.” His fingers coasted over the back of her hand. “I need to speak with Chadwick then we’re leaving.”
The four of them said goodbye and Spencer watched the couple disappear through the crowd.
At his side, Shania said, “Isn’t it strange that neither of them notices they’re in love?”
Grinning, he replied, “I knew these functions would be better with you at my side.”
He led her out on the dance floor.
Over the course of the evening, he introduced her to many of the people he regularly did business with and relished her accurate evaluations of them.
“I must meet the woman who won your heart, Bishop,” Harper Delkin’s voice said from behind him.
They turned and his wife frowned. “You have an uncanny resemblance to Hudson.” Catching herself, she quickly added, “I’m sorry. I’m Shania.”
“I hear that often. I’m the nicer one.”
Her laughter bubbled up and she arched a brow. “The nicer one wouldn’t point out such a thing.”
“Touché.” He kissed the back of her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last. You’ve worked miracles on Spencer. I’ve never seen him so focused.”
“And he with me. I’ve heard so much about you.” To the man who guarded Harper’s back, she said, “Hi. I’m Shania.”
He inclined his head and shook the hand she extended to him with some confusion. “Ma’am. My name is Elijah. I trust you’ve recovered from your earlier ordeal?”
“Oh yes. No one was hurt and that’s all that matters. You have lovely cheekbones.”
Blinking, the blonde glanced at Harper and back to Shania. “I…thank you.”
Spencer gave him a life raft. “Shania is an artist. Her passion is portraiture. Her work is brilliant.”
“Ah. I see.”
He and Harper discussed a project they were negotiating but his wife was intrigued. Her natural curiosity was engaged.
Switching to Spencer’s other side, she smiled up at the bodyguard. “Business is boring. The two of you together inspire all sorts of ideas. It’s your opposite coloring. It creates a nice balance of light and dark. I obsessively paint poor Spencer. Have you ever been the subject of a sketch?”
“No.”
She nodded sagely. “A man of few words. I like it! It adds to the mystery.”
“I rarely engage in conversation while on duty.”
“I imagine. You should stay focused. Are you good at what you do?”
“Yes.”
“People with your skills are probably rare. We have a wonderful man named Sax who runs our security. Do you know him?”
“I trained all of Mr. Bishop’s security.”
“You did?” She reached out and squeezed his forearm through his suit. “Then we have you to thank for surviving the earlier incident unharmed.”
“I merely train them. They apply the skills.”
“Great job. Seriously.” Wrapping her arm around Spencer’s waist, she added with a big smile, “I’ll let you get back to guarding. It was so nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, Mrs. Bishop.”
“Call me Shania. It looks like these two do a lot of business together,” Spencer stifled a chuckle as she rolled her eyes, “so we’ll see each other often.”
Reaching inside his jacket, Elijah removed a black card with his phone number on it. “Should you or your husband ever find yourselves in trouble, call me directly. I’ll do everything in my power to help.”
Taking the card, she nodded. “Can I use this to invite you both to dinner? Is that against protocol? I’m not sure. This is all new for me.”
“I…” Pausing, Elijah cleared his throat. “I’ll answer your calls and get a message to Harper if you wish.”
“Good. As long as you both join us.” She patted Spencer’s arm. “I’m running to the lady’s room to battle this dress. I don’t know how the society ladies manage but I’m about to find out.”
Spencer watched as she crossed the room and two of his men moved to follow. “Thank you, Elijah.”
“Why?”
“Many things. Mainly for breaking your cardinal rule about talking in public. Shania was already nervous but the earlier issue made it worse. Being surrounded by half a dozen men with guns startled her. I think you made that better.”
“You chose well.”
“I think so.”
When Shania reappeared a few minutes later, she struggled to locate him through the crowd. Neither of them were tall and in a sea of taller men and women in heels, they were at a distinct disadvantage.
“Excuse me. I’d have to jump up and down for her to see me. I’ll see you next week.”
Making his way through the milling guests, he appeared in front of her with a smile.
“You felt my struggle.”
“I definitely understood.”
“Spencer…” She ran her fingers over his lapel. “Have you done everything you need to do tonight?” He nodded. “I think it’s about time we head home. Don’t you?”
Stepping closer, he murmured, “Did you have plans?”
“When it comes to you, I always have plans.” At his ear, she whispered, “I was wondering if you might return the favor.”
“Which favor?”
“Suspending me from the ceiling.”
“Time to leave.” He groaned and signaled Sax.
“I think you like the idea.” She grinned as he wrapped his arm around her waist and practically carried her in the direction of the exit. “You’ll have to explain what you plan to do to me when you have me completely at your mercy.”
Once they were secured in the back of the limo, he raised the privacy glass and pulled her into his lap.
“I think you asked for details. I’m happy to provide them.” He kissed her roughly and she moaned into his mouth, her hands coiling into his hair.
“I’m going to strip you down and tie those lovely leather straps around your delicate wrists.” Her breath started to race. “When you’re pulled up on the balls of your feet, unable to move or participate, I’m going to kneel at your feet.”
“Spencer…please.”
Sliding his hand over the raw silk of her gown, he trailed his way to her ankles and beneath it.
His palm slipped up her stocking-clad legs and traced the lace along her thigh. A single fingertip followed the line of her garters to the silk of her panties.
“I’m going to wrap your thighs around my neck and drag my tongue through your slick folds.”
He rubbed his fingers over her through the delicate material and her hips lifted, trying to get closer.
“Eating your sweet pussy is my favorite delicacy, Shania. I could feast on you for hours and I plan to.” She whimpered as he slipped two fingers under the panties and stroked over her clit. “Licking and sucking you until you can’t remember who you are.”
“Yes…”
She worked her hips against him, matching the rhythm he set as he slipped his fingers inside her hot sheath. Letting his thumb graze her erect clit, he absorbed the sounds of need she made by dropping his mouth over hers.
Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her cheek and whispered at her ear, “When your come is literally dripping from your body, I’ll release you and carry you to bed. Sprawled out so I can look at the body I crave every minute of every day. Naked and waiting for me.”
She fell apart in his arms and he continued to thrust inside her. Grabbing his face in her hands, she ground out, “Will you fuck me then, Spencer?”
“After I drag my cock over your clit. I want to coat myself in your pleasure before I take you.”
“That’s going to feel incredible. The suspense will kill me.”
“I want you to put the head inside you. I want to watch your fingers placing me where you want me.”
“I want to watch, too. I want you to move my mirror beside the bed so I can see everything.” Her head fell back on her shoulders. “Make me come again.”
Shrugging her shoulders to release the thin straps, she tugged down the bodice and wrapped her palm around one breast.
“For you…”
“The perfect gift.” Taking one taut peak between his lips, he sucked firmly and listened to the sounds she made. Releasing it with a soft pop, he asked, “How do you want me to take you, Shania? What do you want to know?”
“Will we have the mirror?” she asked breathlessly.
“Anything you want.”
“On my hands and knees. I want to see you taking me.”
He growled and claimed her lips almost violently. He pushed another finger inside her and the sound of her wetness made the skin of his neck tighten.
Releasing her mouth, he watched as the climax tightened her narrow body like a bow.
He stroked her down gently until she melted with a sigh. “We’re almost home and I’m barely hanging on. I need to move the mirror and fuck you first.”
She raked her fingers through his hair. “I’m wet and ready for you. We don’t have time to play games this time. I need your cock filling me up.”
Pulling her into a sitting position, he straightened her gown and smoothed a few stray strands of hair behind her ears.
“I’ll order you a tripod and camera. You’re going to need a way to capture stills to sketch later.”
Wrapping her arms around him, she whispered, “You really do think of everything.” She glanced through the window. “We’re here. Hurry, Spencer.”
Maintaining their decorum until they were out of the car, inside the brownstone, and through the foyer wasn’t easy.
The moment they made it to the second-floor landing, he grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly to the room they’d modeled after her studio.
Rolling the tall mirror near the bed, he stripped himself and helped Shania out of her gown.
He left her stockings and heels in place.
Turning her back to his chest, he told her, “Look at us.”
The flush spread quickly over her upper body as he stroked his hands over her skin while they stared at their reflection.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Now, please.”
Pushing her to her hands and knees on the bed, he wasted no time driving himself deep. His groin sealed to her ass, he reached around to play with her breasts.
“Are you ready, Shania?” he asked her hoarsely.
“I’ve been ready and waiting for you all my life. I can’t wait to draw this later. I think it’ll make me come.” She met his eyes over her shoulder. “More.”
When your soulmate made a request, you fulfilled it.
Spencer smiled. “Right away, Mrs. Bishop.”
Chapter Twenty-One
August 2011
Eleven months after their wedding, Shania gave birth to a little boy. They named him Spencer Murphy Bishop IV and hired a nanny to help keep him on his schedule no matter what insanity his parents had in theirs.
Shania was a hands-on mother who got along well with the woman who filled in when they had functions to attend.
She also enlisted the smiling older woman on the rare afternoons she and Spencer were both home.
Eight months after their first anniversary, his wife walked into his library office one sunny summer day and closed the door.
When she turned the lock, he quickly ended his call. She was known to be disruptive when he was on the phone.
To his great pleasure.
Perching on the couch like a perfect lady in a sundress and bare feet, she gestured for him to come to her. He approached, already aching.
When he stopped in front of her, she said, “I’m pregnant, Spencer.”
Collapsing at her feet, he rested both hands on her flat stomach. “Tell me there’s no doubt.”
“None. I wanted to be sure before I told you. It’s been a rather difficult secret to keep for six weeks.”
Glancing up from her belly, he whispered, “Another baby?” She nodded. “My family never gets more than one child.”
His arms around her waist, he rested his face in her lap.
She played with his hair. “Clearly, you needed some pioneer stock to mix things up a bit.” He chuckled. “Spencer.” He lifted his head. “Take off your clothes.”
As he watched, she pulled her dress up to show him she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Let’s celebrate,” she told him with a wink.
She lifted one foot to the cushion so he could see all of her. Yanking at his belt, he buried his face between her legs.
With a low moan, she dropped her head to the couch and held the back of his head.
“You know exactly what I like. Right there…god, yes.” She worked her hips against his mouth as he feasted on his favorite meal like the glutton she’d turned him into. “I’m already close. Hurry.”
He separated his slacks and pulled out his cock, gripping the head tight to keep from coming.
Seconds later, she came for his mouth and placed her fingers over her clit as he rose and drove his cock deep in one stroke.
His hands on the backs of her thighs, he pushed her legs toward her chest, opening her to him. “I love watching you do that while I fuck you. God, I won’t last.”
“Don’t care. I’ll have your come inside me.” She worked her fingers over her folds and gasped for breath as he took her fast and hard. “Spencer…you feel so good.”
“Let me see your nipples.” He barely recognized his own voice. “You’re still so tight. Like a velvet fist around me. I thought it would change after Murphy.”
“I work to keep it tight while I’m painting.” Her hand cupped her breast, two fingers rolling the taut nipple. “Once you come inside me, I’m going to need you to suck these.”
Picking up the strength and speed of his thrusts, he watched her eyes darken as her second orgasm rocketed through her.
“Mm…your turn, darling. Pump me full.”
Sucking air in sharply, he emptied his balls in the only pussy he’d ever dreamed about. “Take it all. I make more now than I did when I was a teenager.”
“And you know I hate seeing it go to waste…even if watching you stroke off makes me several layers of happy.”
Wrapping his arms around her back, he murmured, “I believe you requested your nipples sucked.”
“So glad you have an excellent memory.” She sighed as he moved back and forth between her breasts until her nipples were dark and tightly furled. “By the way, I have another surprise.”
“You’ll kill me with pleasure.”
“No, Spencer, it’s great for your heart.” She watched him pull from her body and stand in front of her.
“Taste us.”
Holding his gaze, she sucked his cock to the back of her throat and moaned around his semi-hard length. He gently held the back of her head as she cleaned his cock and balls with unbelievable attention to detail.
“You make me insane with need. I never get enough of you.” He pulled from her lips with a grimace. “I’ll come again if you keep going.”
Her hands on his hips, she grinned and pulled him back. “Challenge accepted.” Taking him deep, she sucked him until he gave her what she wanted.
Thank god for afternoons like this.
When he gave her all he had, he laid down on the couch and pulled her over him. Out of breath, he reminded her, “You said something about another surprise. Not sure I can take it but hit me with it.”
“I made a few changes to your old apartment. We need a place we can go sometimes but not too far. A little privacy would be nice. We have a community here at the estate.”
“Mm. That sounds lovely. What changes?”
“Decadent foods, new linens, and some toys.”
Smirking, he kissed the top of her head. “Toys, huh?”
“You know I enj
oy learning.”
“I recite prayers of thanks nightly for that fact.” He rolled her to her back so he could play with her nipples. “Are you curious about something in particular?”
“Harder,” she whispered.
The word shot white-hot lust straight to his balls. Tightening his fingers, he pinched the furled tips more firmly than usual and she inhaled sharply.
Oh, the possibilities.
Sliding his palm down her stomach, he used the flats of his fingers to massage her clit.
At her ear, he ordered, “Don’t come.” A whimper followed by a full body shiver told him so much. “Wait until you have permission, Shania.”
“Yes.” Her voice was husky with need.
“It sounds like someone has been reading new material. Did it make you wet?” She nodded against his shoulder. “Did you play with yourself while you were reading?”
“Yes.”
“Was it something you want to try?” Her moan was affirmative. “Tell me what made you wet. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I love making you come.”
“Spencer…” Her lower body worked against his fingers and her breathing was rapid.
“It really turns you on. Tell me.”
“We can’t do it until I have the baby…I don’t know if it’s safe while I’m pregnant.”
“That’s alright. It will build the suspense.”
She whispered her fantasy to him in the sun-filled library. She was soaked when he finally let her come. He rolled her to her stomach on the couch and pushed his cock inside her again.
His lips against her hair, he murmured, “When the doctor clears you, I’m going to give you everything you want and then some.”
They didn’t leave his office for a long time.
Chapter Twenty-Two
June 2012
Their second child was a little girl. A first in four generations. They named her Arabella Genevieve Bishop.
She was born in April and Spencer well-remembered the six weeks of hell that followed the birth of their first child.
He handled it well because the rewards he shared with his wife were beyond compare.
Leaving a meeting late one afternoon, his car waited at the curb. Once he was inside, Sax turned to look at him.
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