Page 112 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

My lips took hers in a wild needy frenzy. Fuck, I wanted her in my bed tonight, but I knew I’d have to wait until after the wedding ceremony tomorrow.

Reluctantly, I pulled away and stepped off the dance floor.

“Drinks for Simone,” the waitress hollered.

“Yup, that’s us,” I said, fishing four crisp hundred-dollar bills from my pocket and pressing them into her hand.

Her smile widened. “Thanks so much.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, grabbing a glass of whiskey from the tray.

Ezra, Romeo, and Rémy walked toward me. My cousin hadn’t left the dance floor. His lips were glued to Tori’s. He was such a goner for her. I smiled.

She was the reason I met the love of my life.

I gulped the whiskey welcoming the burn.

“Catch,” I heard a familiar voice.

My eyes narrowed at her. “What’s up?”

Her long lashes lowered, then flew open. “Come with me.”

Bianca threaded our fingers and led me away from our friends.

She maneuvered through the mass of people, her determination pushing her forward until she reached the door to the men's restroom. With a nudge from her hip, she swung the door open.

“Bianca, what are you doing?” I questioned.

Several men turned their heads to look at us from their spots at the urinals.

“Lucky man,” one of them whispered.

I couldn't help but smile as Bianca pulled me into the final stall.

“Bianca, what’s wrong?” I asked as I locked the door.

“Catch, twice tonight, you demonstrated your ability to control your anger," she remarked.

Bianca gathered a handful of paper toilet seat covers and placed them on the ground in front of me. She then began to lower herself onto them, but I stopped her.

"No, Bombshell," I said, pulling her back up. I took off my suit jacket and carefully placed it on top of the seat covers.

I peeked into her teary eyes.

“God, you’re my dream man,” she gushed.

My heart swelled in my chest at her words. “I’d do anything for you.”

She nodded. “I know.”

Bianca sank to her knees and unleashed my cock. The silver piercing glistened under the recessed lighting.

She fisted my cock while she held my gaze. “Fuck, I love your dick,” she moaned before her tongue slipped over the head, slurping the precum.

I grabbed her hand and brought it to my mouth, brushing my lips over the huge diamond on her finger.

“That’s right beautiful suck my cock good,” I groaned.

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