Page 74 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I stalked toward her. Bianca stared through me. “When are you leaving?”

“You want me to leave because I only want to give my wife everything she deserves.”

I curled my hand around her neck, forcing her eyes on mine. “You’ll be my wife, Bianca. This place is yours, future wife.”

Her eyes softened for a beat before they switched back to cold stones.

“Tomorrow, I’ll give you a key. As much as I want you to come home to New Jersey with me, I’ll accept that you’ll livehere. Temporarily. Forever woman or wife, your place is at my side.” I brushed my lips over hers.

“You don’t have to want to marry me.” A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest.

“Bombshell, you will be my wife.”

She pushed at my chest, growling as she tried to break free.

I crushed her pouty lips as I yanked her bed shorts down her legs. “Don’t you ever leave our room without clothes covering every inch of your bare skin. I don’t want another man staring at my woman’s body.”

“But they wouldn’t look at me,” she breathed.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I grumbled as my hand came down on her soft, plump ass.

Her hands shielded her ass. “Ouch, Catch.”

My large palm smoothed her warm skin.

“I love you, Bianca.”

Silence.

Gripping her chin, I brushed my lips across hers and she moaned in response. My hand roved between her legs, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core.

“Don’t, Catch,” she whispered as she inched her legs apart.

“You’re soaked, Bianca,” I murmured.

She tugged her shirt over her head, flicking it aside. “I want to make love to my forever man. No mention of marriage. Please.” Her tongue swept across my lower lip.

“Ok, baby. Just your forever man here.”

Her eyes lit up. Damn, if I could just be satisfied being her forever man.

Bianca’s hand slipped over mine between her legs. “Nice and slow, Callum. Just like that,” she whimpered.

I swept her up into my arms and felt the desire radiating off of her body.

“Fuck me good, Catch. I’m so mad at you, but at the same time I need to come,” she purred. Her arms locked around my neck.

Guess I brought the worst out of Bianca.

I shuffled us across the room until we were pressed against the wall. An electric current swept through my body. I needed her just as badly as she needed me.

“Take off your pants, Catch,” she ordered softly. Her eyes sparkled with desire and affection, sending a jolt through my veins as I realized just how deeply she really loved me.

With one hand, I unfastened my pants and pushed them down my muscled thighs. Bianca twisted her tongue around mine.

“Catch, make me come, please.”

My pants and boxers hit the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

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