Page 49 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Yup, and I noticed you don’t have a lot of clothes in your closet,” I stated as I flipped on the water.

“I carry everything I need with me.”

“That’s what your mother said. You need more clothes, Bianca.”

She took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t need a lot, Catch.”

Palming her head, I held her gaze. “You will get all that I feel you should have. Do you understand?”

Her arms dropped to her sides. “Yes.”

“Now undress me,” I ordered.

She peeled off my clothes, then led me into the shower. Stepping back, she leaned against the cool tiles while I stood under the piping hot water. The water poured over my body as I slipped my fingers through my wet blond hair. Her eyes gravitated to my erect cock. The silver piercing glistened on the head of my dick.

Bianca dropped to her knees, curled her hand around my shaft, and sucked the tip into her mouth.

“Daddy, you taste so fucking good,” she moaned as she slid her tongue from the tip to the base.

“Bombshell, when will you stop keeping secrets from me?” I asked through barred teeth as the pleasure pulsated through every inch of my body.

“I love your dick, Callum.”

Staring down at her while she was on the verge of making me come, I gripped her chin. “Release my cock?”

Confusion hung on her face. Her lips left my dick. “You don’t want me to please you?”

“Wash my body, Bianca.” I helped her to her feet.

Silence hung in the air. I knew she thought I saw those assholes who took advantage of her.

My lips fell against her temple. “I want to be buried in your pussy and flood your womb with my cum.”

“We can’t have a baby, Callum.”

“Not for a while,” I responded.

“I still love coming deep inside your pussy.”

She smirked. “I love that too,” she put emphasis on the word that.

Bianca was made just for me. “I love you, baby.”

Turning to me, she lathered my pecs with body wash. “I know. Callum, I love you too.”

My lips took hers in a searing kiss. I felt my fucking heart flutter. All I desired was her. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be in the presence of a woman. I wished we could’ve gotten married and had kids. As it stood, our lives weren’t exactly kid friendly. One day in the near future it would be.

After she ran the washcloth over every inch of my skin, I stepped back under the shower jet and rinsed off.

“Tell me the name of the man who’s looking for you, Bianca,” I demanded.

Craning her neck, she flashed a cocky grin. “Baby, a girl has to keep somethings to herself.”

I lost it, curling my hand around her neck, forcing her steps backward. A devious smirk hung on her pretty, pouty lips.

“You won’t get to kill him, Bianca. I’ll do it.”

She planted her palms on my chest, trying to push me backward as I squeezed her neck tighter. “You can’t run from this situation, bombshell.”

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