Page 11 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“You know I could get rid of him for you. It would be my second gift to you. I’d actually wrap his body in a bow, then drop him into nonexistence where no one would ever find him.”

I pushed his cup to the edge of the table as my mouth hung open. “Catch, I don’t want Lendel dead. He’s been nice to me over the years. I just don’t like him like that.”

Catch shrugged. “Bombshell, if he disrespects me in a dark alley...” His eyes met mine. “I’ll end him.”

His words felt final. Didn’t Tori say she thought Cliff was a P.I.? Did they go around killing people? I didn’t know that was a part of their job description. He was probably a hit man, too. That would explain the expensive truck. Hit men for hire made big money.

Catch held the glass cutting board over the skillet. He used a butcher knife to push the chicken inside the olive oil. He lowered the flame, then covered the skillet.

Actually, our little date worked out fine. I needed to get out of the house and double check surveillance for the heist tomorrow night. My fingers moved over the keys.

I felt Catch’s steamy, sexy eyes on me. If I told myself he meant nothing to me, maybe my body would listen. And wouldn’t overreact in his presence.

He gulped the vodka, still staring.

“Catch, I know this is rare. You aren’t the center of attention. But you’ll survive.”

Before I could catch my breath, my chair went flying across the floor toward him. Catch kneeled in front of me. He wore an expensive dark gray t-shirt that clung to his muscled chest, jeans, and black boots.

My eyeballs felt like they’d leap out of their sockets.

“You act unaffected.” He flashed a cocky grin as he yanked my panties down my ass and legs.

“Something tells me it’s a front.” He shoved my panties into his back pocket.

“I have a feeling I affect you a great deal.” Catch spread my legs and stared at my pussy.

My heart raced in my chest. Oh no, my hand would be revealed.

Gripping my trembling thighs, he leaned in, circling his nose against my mound. He inhaled my scent. What the fuck?

“You smell addictive,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

He slid my ass to the edge of the seat. His tongue slowly slid from my ass to my clit.

My fingers curled over the sides of the wooden chair. “Oh...fuck...Catch,” I moaned as my body betrayed me, coming alive for him. His sea of golden curls was on full display between my legs. Honestly, it was a beautiful sight. One I planned to enjoy later.

“I fucking knew it. You are soaked...only for me.”

Busted.

He pulled my dress down, scooted my ass back to its original position, and moved my chair in front of my laptop. “I won’t eat your pussy now. We have plenty of time. After dinner, we’ll cuddle on the sofa.”

He pressed his lips to mine. “Do you smell that? You smell so good. I’m not sure I’ll be able to come up for air later tonight.”

I couldn’t swallow past the lump in my throat. The sweat was back dripping down my cleavage. And I believed a gush of come just poured out of my pussy.

I’m fucked.

Catch turned back to the meal. “What’s the name of that body wash? I really like it.”

Unbelievable.The man licked my pussy to see if he’d like it.

“Listen, outside you can pretend you don’t like me. But behind closed doors, you’ll show interest and behave the way your pussy does. Wet and bothered,” he chuckled.

“Catch, just because I find you attractive doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Do you remember tongue kissing me back today?”

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