Page 96 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Dad, please stay for dinner,” Ritchie pushed.

Uncle Rich looked like an older version of his son.

He smiled, slapping his cheek twice. “Ok, Ritchie, I’ll stay.”

“Uncle Rich, Dad, have a seat.” I walked toward them, carrying their drinks.

They sat at either end of the sofa.

“Two whiskeys,” I stated as I placed a glass in Dad’s hand, then one in Uncle Rich’s.

“I’ll place the order,” I said as the rest of my house guests entered the living room.

I introduced Rémy, Romeo, Asia, Ezra, and Simone to Dad and Uncle Rich.

Stepping over to the bar, I observed my friends’ interactions with Dad and Uncle Rich while I called the restaurant. As I placed the order, I watched in fascination as Dad embraced our family like they were his own. The way he put forth effort to get to know those important in my life told me he was really trying this time.

I shot a text to Brock with all the order information he’d need to pick up the meal before darting into the kitchen.

My hand curled around Bianca’s. “Tori, I need to steal your best friend for a moment.” I winked at Bianca.

Tori shook her head. “Simone, I need your assistance,” she yelled from her position at the sink.

“You don’t think I’ll bring her back?” I asked.

Her narrowed eyes met mine. “Not anytime soon,” she snarled.

“Tori, I just need to dip her in my favorite bath gel, and I’ll return her.”

“Unbelievable,” Bianca muttered as we walked toward our bedroom.

I shut the door and released her hand. “I’ll be right back.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “This could’ve waited.”

After placing the stopper in the tub, I poured the gel into the stream of hot water.

Bianca cleared her throat. I peered at her from my spot on the floor next to the tub.

My eyes combed her lush curves. “It’s good you knew to get out of those clothes.”

She walked deeper into the bathroom. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. “I’d like to think I know my man. You wouldn’t have let this go.”

Bianca dipped her toe in the water. “That feels good.”

A huge smile curled my lips. I perfected the art of making sure her water was the perfect temperature.

She sank into the suds, only covering her thighs so far. “Are you getting in?”

“Yeah.” I stripped out of my clothes.

My cock bobbed as I approached the tub.

Her tongue slicked over her lips as her hand wrapped around my thick shaft. “I have to kiss him before you get him all soapy.”

We chuckled.

“He loves when you give him undivided attention.” The words came out in a low rumble as I tugged her messy bun.

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