Page 91 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

An hour later, we poured into the back door of the warehouse. We were all exhausted.

I pushed Bianca into our bedroom and closed the door behind us.

“I’ll get the water running.”

“Ok,” she said as she laid across the bed.

I stopped to unbuckle and remove her heels first.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“You’re welcome.” I shrugged off my suit jacket as I entered the bathroom.

Moments later, I scooped my half sleep woman off the bed.

I nuzzled her ear. “Bath time, sweetheart.”

Bringing some sort of peace to our chaotic night was the goal. I undressed us, pinned her hair up, then helped her into the tub.

Bianca curled up into my arms. “Tonight was so fucking fun,” she laughed.

“Are you drunk?” I asked.

She inched two fingers together. “A little. While you were running my bath, I took two shots of vodka. Just to take the edge off. I mean, who gets engaged, goes to dinner to celebrate, then explosions rock the foundation of the restaurant. My fiancé and I get up from our table. Find time to tip the hostess and walk out into a gun battle. There’s never a dull day in our life,” Bianca chuckled.

“It’s a good thing you’re getting acclimated to a life of violence. Because in New Jersey, chaos happens often. Especially right now. My other boss Luca’s beside himself since his girlfriend Lexis left him. When I return, he’ll have me collect some poor schmuck so he can torture him.”

“That’s so sad. Do you think she’ll go back to him?” Bianca asked.

“I hope so. Because he’s a wreck without her.”

I heard a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I shouted.

Bianca’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

I placed a finger over my lips.

“What’s up?” I hollered out.

“We have packages arriving within the hour,” Ritchie said.

“Join me upstairs,” he urged with a thick Jersey accent.

“All right. Be there soon,” I stated.

I heard the door close.

“Before I go upstairs for a torture session, I want you to ride my cock.”

Her face lit up as she turned and straddled my thighs.

She slid her pussy along my cock.

“I’m going to stare at the big ass rock on my finger while I fuck my fiancé’s brains out.”

Gripping her chin with one hand, I eased her onto my cock with the other. “Bombshell, ride daddy until he comes.”

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