Page 62 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Shit,” I groaned.

“I plan to fuck you so hard against the wall you won’t be able to walk straight for two days,” he taunted.

I knew this was coming. I’d take my punishment like a champ. My skin heated in his embrace as I peeked over my shoulder at him. “Bring it on, Daddy.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FACING THE MUSIC

BIANCA

The two-hour nap wasn’t enough. I looked forward to a full night’s rest later.

I was learning so much about my boyfriend. Like if Catch had something to do, he always woke up on time. Probably a military thing. My hand moved over my jean clad ass, soothing the stinging pain.

Nostrils flaring, I glared at Catch. “You didn’t have to wake me up like that.”

He stepped forward, towering over me. His blond curls had dried since his shower earlier.

My free hand twitched at my side. I wanted to tug one of those curls and kiss his sexy pink pouty lower lip.

“You deserved my hand to that soft ass.” He slid his tongue over his lower lip.

“No, I didn’t, Catch.”

Holding my gaze, he unfastened my jeans, then shoved his hand into my pants. His large hand massaged the hot skin.

I felt my clit come to life for him. “Catch, move your hand,” I growled.

He palmed my neck with his other hand. “No.”

Catch slid his tongue over my lower lip. “I love you, future wife.”

Tingles prickled every inch of my skin. I became mush just like that from that one statement.

He didn’t ask you to marry him, Bianca.

“I’m not your future wife. I agreed to be your forever woman.”

He chuckled before slipping his tongue into my mouth. Catch squeezed his hand tighter around my neck as his tongue took hold of mine.

He released my lips long enough to cast down a dark stormy gray gaze. “Put your hands on me now, future wife.”

I did as I was told. My hand swept along his bare chest. “Baby,” I panted, breaking our kiss.

“We have to stop. Catch, we should go.”

“One more kiss,” he demanded, shoving my fingers into his hair as he released my neck.

“I know you love my hair, Bianca. Let your fingers get lost in it.”

His cheeks flushed pink. “I love when your hands are on me.”

“God, Callum, you’re killing me.”

I tightened my grip on his hair. “Callum, I love you. I don’t want you to leave.”

My finger twirled in one of his golden locks. “Baby, your friend will have to pull it together because there’s no way I’ll live apart from my wife for too long.”

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