Page 34 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

He loosened his dark tie as he entered the well-lit room, closing the door behind him.

Catch winced as his eyes fell on the TV screen.

“That movie is garbage,” he stated, tossing his tie on the chair.

I chuckled. “To you it might be. But I love it. We won’t like similar things Catch. We’re very different people.”

Shrugging off his gray suit jacket, Catch rolled his eyes, then strolled into the bathroom.

I laughed. He didn’t like my answer.Good.

Twenty minutes later, he stalked out of the bathroom with a black plush towel wrapped around his waist.

I noticed the blond stubble on his cheeks was neatly trimmed. My eyes swept over his body. Beads of water glistened on his muscled chest and arms. Now I found my tongue slicking across my lips like Asia’s was earlier.

His wet blond hair was slicked back. He grabbed another towel off the dresser and slipped it over his hair. I felt mycore tighten as I watched Catch. The movie wasn’t of interest anymore. The true star of the evening had arrived. I only had eyes for him. He halted at the foot of the king-sized bed.

A smirk hit his lips. “Am I taking you away from your movie?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Open your robe,” he ordered, throwing the towel he used to dry his hair to the floor.

My fingers hovered over the belt. “Lose the towel and I’ll open the robe.”

Catch stood there like he was contemplating what to do next.

I grabbed the bottle of top shelf vodka off the nightstand and poured a generous amount into my glass, then took a long sip.

“What is this? A game of I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” He arched a blond brow.

“Yes,” I breathed now, squeezing my legs together. The effect this man had on me was blatantly obvious. Catch effortlessly pulled me under his spell.

I poured more vodka into the glass, then stretched my hand out, offering him the liquor.

He removed the crystal rocks glass from my hand. “Thank you, baby.”

I mouthed his statement and visibly swallowed.

He chugged the harsh contents like it was a glass of water.

“Bombshell, no hiding your feelings. I love what I do to you. How you crave me. How you can’t wait to feel my pierced cock.”

A shudder struck every inch of my body. He didn’t lie. I couldn’t wait to feel his pierced dick again at my entrance.

Was I crazy for going along with this arranged relationship?

Clearly, I was. But it was something about the way he claimed me. Refused to let another man near me.

“Remove my towel,” he directed in a calm tone.

I scooted forward.

He lifted a finger. “Bring the vodka bottle.”

A smile lifted my cheeks. I needed the liquid courage for the first time Catch and I fucked.

Anytime I brought a guy to the playhouse, the girls assumed it was to have sex. Honestly, I just wanted a place to relax with the guy I was kicking it with at the time. Not having to worry about my younger brothers all up in my space.

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