Page 147 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Catch pulled up his slacks and fastened them. “I’m going to pat your pussy dry. Lay back on the counter so my sperm can flood your womb.”

I kissed his lips. “No. We aren’t having kids anytime soon.”

“Lay back right now wife before I climb onto the counter, push my dick back in your pussy, and push my cum up there myself.”

I rolled my eyes. “Baby, gosh, you just don’t stop.”

I leaned back on the counter. The cold surface cooled my hot skin. Catch circled his hand around my ankles, holding them high. He leaned down, kissed my pussy, and patted it dry.

“Catch, if you’ve messed with my birth control pills, you’ll force me to get an IUD.”

He released my legs and walked backward toward the hallway. “If you do, I’ll have a doctor remove it. Have a great day, Bombshell.” He disappeared down the hallway.

I gripped my hair in frustration.

Shit, my husband probably purposely left my birth control pills in Vegas. That was ok. I’d take a trip to urgent care and get a new pill prescription. Looked like my husband and I were at war when it came to when we’d start our family. I chuckled out loud. I’d win this war.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

THE SLOW TAKE DOWN

BIANCA

Legs crossed I sat on the sofa in the spacious living room pecking away at the laptop keys. A smile lifted my lips as I watched the red head leave her building. The only reason I knew Gloria was leaving at this time was because I combed through a week’s worth of footage earlier tonight after the dinner at Tori’s. Gloria was Ritchie’s neighbor who was obsessed with him.

Earlier in the day, Tori went with Ritchie to get his cat back from his next-door neighbor. Let’s just say things got ugly.

The dinner was fun. I loved that the girls were in town too. Hanging with my besties was always a blast. For the first time in a long time, we didn’t have to watch our backs. However, we’d return to Chicago this weekend to put a stop to Tyra once and for all.

It would be nice just to chill with the girls and make sure the business was running smoothly in Chicago.

I peeked up from my computer and looked around the living room. The royal blue colors were pretty yet giving off bachelor pad. The next time I was here I’d add some brightness to the room like pops of yellow. Yeah, two yellow armchairs.

Biting my lip, I thought about how my husband tried to get me pregnant. I had a backup plan. No babies right now. Knowing my sexy husband, he wouldn’t rest until I was carrying our child. Luckily, we’d live between homes for a while. He wouldn’t be able to keep up with where I hid my real birth control pills. I chuckled as I returned my attention to the task at hand.

“Bombshell,” I heard from somewhere in the house. A door slammed next.

“Callum, I’m in the living room.”

He loosened his tie as he stepped into the living room. “How was dinner?” he asked before planting a kiss on my lips.

“It was wonderful.”

Catch sank onto the sofa beside me. “I’m happy you enjoyed yourself.” He removed my laptop from my lap and placed it on the coffee table.

“I brought food home. It’s in the fridge.”

He rested his head in my lap and stuck my fingers in his curls. “You brought food where?”

My brows pinched together. “Home.”

He smiled. “I just like to hear you call this place home.”

“It’s growing on me.”

Catch chuckled. “I knew it would.”

“How was your day?” I asked as I massaged his scalp.

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