Page 152 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

That did it. I slammed into her slick walls one last time spilling into her with a growl. My lips claimed hers in a bruising kiss, passion exploding between us.

She bit my lip playfully; her breath still unsteady. “That was so good.”

“Fuck, I’m still coming,” I admitted, my body trembling with aftershocks. “And knowing you’re more than likely pregnant with my child makes me want to stay buried inside you.”

Bianca chuckled, before slipping her tongue past my lips. I deepened the kiss savoring the connection between us.

Reluctantly, I slid out of her warmth. After cleaning her up, I pulled the blanket from the bottom of the bed over our bodies.

She turned in my arms peering into my eyes. “Callum, you know it’s impossible that I’d be pregnant right now.”

I reached over and pressed a button on my phone turning off the lights.

My lips pressed against hers. “Sure, bombshell.”

She jerked back staring at me like I just told her I killed another random guy who wanted her. It didn’t make sense to ever tell her about that tiny incident.

Catch, what have you done?” Bianca’s voice was sharp, her slanted eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“I want a baby with you. Now.” My tone was firm, unapologetic.

She let out an exasperated sigh, “God, Catch. You can’t have everything you want on your timetable.”

I pressed my lips against her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly beneath my kiss.

“I can’t wait for our little person to arrive,” I murmured, my voice softening. “A perfect mix of you and me. Whether it happens this month or three months from now.”

I knew it would happen this month. But I didn't want to cause any more tension between us. She needed to relax and heal.

Her tense features softened.

Maybe it was wrong that I had secretly tampered with her birth control pills. But I didn't care. Once she found out she was pregnant with our child, Bianca would come around.

“I love you, bombshell.”

Her eyes searched mine, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She was piecing it together, letting my words sink in, considering the possibility that she might already be pregnant.

“I love you too, Callum,” she replied, her voice quieter now, thoughtful.

I stood in my boss's office, hands clasped in front of me. As I snapped back from the memory my cock stirred causing a slight bulge in my gray slacks. It wasn’t safe to think about my wife at work. I’d have a hard cock all the time.

I EXHALED SHARPLY,trying to regain control of myself. The other bodyguards were scattered around the room, all waiting for instructions. Well, except for Tadeas, who had been assigned strip club duty for the day. His job was to thoroughly search the club for any hidden listening devices and ensure that no illegal activities were taking place, such as running numbers or selling drugs.

My boss, Marco Esposito, one of the two mafia bosses of the Esposito Crime Family, usually called on me for tasks that involved torture or killing, or when he needed someone he trusted to watch his back. Guess you could say Marco trusted us all just used us for jobs that catered to our skill set.

Gage walked into the office, halting beside Marco. He whispered something in Marco’s ear.

Marco peeked up from his desktop screen. “Yeah, yeah. Show them in.”

His gaze moved over each of our faces. We knew what that look said, “Look alive, guys.”

Who the fuck was here? Probably one of the petty thieve assholes trying to work a deal.

As the door opened, two muscular men entered the office.

The man with dark hair had a confident smile spread across his face as he stretched out his arms in greeting. "Good morning, Marco.”

The taller man standing beside him, with brown hair, remained silent. His gaze swept over each person in the room, seemingly capturing their image in his mind. Marco moved away from his desk to greet them.

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