Brack's presence shook me up. I had no doubt he did it on purpose. Unfortunately, he also activated my libido. The man was a sex rocket to an orgasm and I wanted a hot ride. Just the brief glance and my panties grew wet.I took a cold shower at the club while my bodyguards waited outside the women's lounge. I had no plans to allow Ty to trap me in the shower at my apartment when he decided to pay me a visit.After I dried off, I swirled my wet hair around my finger and snapped it up in a clip. My muscles ached, but this was the best kind of pain. Okay, maybe not. Brack's pain was more delicious, the jerk. Why had he come here?One of the new bodyguards drove me to an upscale clothing store so I could find an outfit to match the plans I had for tonight. Friendless, I planned to crash my favorite nightclub. I needed something slinky and daring. I took my time perusing the racks until I found the perfect black glitz dress. I'd wear a skin-tone thong to give the added illusion of being
I should feel dirty. I should punish Brack for fucking me in a bathroom when I was tipsy. I should fuck him again in the back of a town car. That last thought won."Naughty girl," he groaned when I straddled his lap."I'll show you naughty," I whispered as I slipped from his lap to the floorboard. It took all of six seconds to slip his cock from his pants. Brack complemented my wild side. He fucked up my plans, too. Right now I refused to think about it. I slid my lips over his dick, the soft silky feel and taste of him filling my mouth.There was no divider between the driver and us and I really didn't care what he thought. I slurped just for the hell of it. Fuck, Brack tasted divine. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock and sucked. I moved my fingers off the base and rested my hands on his thighs using only my mouth and tongue. He allowed me to control what I took. My jaw was sore the last time I did this to him and it would be sore again. I didn't want to ever adjust t
My father waited inside my apartment. He and his security team had made a surprise visit to check on my new team. A man delivering a bouquet of flowers tried to enter the building at the same time as my father. Lilies. He carried a full bouquet of lilies. When my father questioned him, the man ran. A security member followed while the other remained with my father and called the police. Because he was a U.S. Senator, half the police department showed up.They caught the man with the flowers. The lead detective in Bethany's homicide investigation had interviewed him. He wasn't my stalker and ran only because he had an outstanding warrant. He did have a vague description of Bethany's murderer or at least I hoped it was him. The man who paid him wore a dark hoodie that obscured most of his face. He was somewhere between five ten and six foot with a medium build. The flower guy hadn't looked too closely; he was more interested in fifty bucks and another fifty after he delivered the flower
I woke up first. It gave me a chance to admire Brack's amazing upper body. His forearm half covered his face. I adored the muscles in that arm, probably too much. I wanted to lick each defined curve. The tuft of hair beneath his arm was sexy, too. Hell, everything about him was sexy. Unfortunately, the sheet covered my favorite erotic spot on his body. I decided to explore under the covers. Before I began my foray, I glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. I had twenty minutes before the detective arrived.Brack's sleepy voice surprised me. "I'll make coffee. You grab a shower."He was excellent at reading my mind. "You're on. There are frozen croissants in the freezer. I wish I had time to walk down the block and buy the detective donuts.""Haha, you think that offends cops? It doesn't. We love sweet things." He rolled over suddenly, held me in place, and bit my neck where it met my collarbone. It might leave a mark and I wondered what the detective would think.I laughed as I u
Brack drove me to the country club. Because of the media swarming my apartment and our detoured avoidance of said media, I was late for practice.Jerry appeared ready to have an apoplectic fit. Then, when I introduced Brack as my boyfriend, I thought Jerry's eyes would bug out of his head. Being late was bad. A lover anywhere near training sessions was taboo. It broke every rule in Jerry's book."What the hell are you doing, Stradmore?" he hissed as soon as we were far enough away from Brack that he couldn't overhear.I stopped walking and turned to my coach. Brack and I discussed what to say during the drive over. "You know there's an insane man stalking me, right?"Jerry only grunted."I feel safer with Brack by my side. We're in a relationship and he's a big guy."Jerry rolled his eyes. "You know I already chased the media away by saying you weren't scheduled for the court today. When they finally see you with surfer boy it will be headline news. Is that what you want?"It wa
Brack had me call the hospital to check on Mack during our drive back to the apartment. They'd moved him to a private room and his mother answered with her surname.Guilt over the reason she was at the hospital with her son swamped me. "Uhh, umm, this is Olivia Stradmore, a friend of Brack's. He's, ah, driving and he wanted me to check on Mack.""Hi, Mom," Brack belted out from the driver's seat."Mom?" I mouthed. "I call her mom," he mouthed back.I could hear the smile in her voice. "Tell Brack my boy's sleeping now but was awake for short intervals several times today. He asked me to wake him when Brack called. He was very insistent about it. He's sedated, though, so I don't think there's a chance of that for a few hours.""We'll come by tonight," I told her."If he wakes again, I'll tell him. Thank you for calling, dear."She wouldn't say that if she knew her son almost died because of me. I thanked her and ended the call."Visiting the hospital is not part of the plan," Br
The fuse that held me back broke again. He drove hard, his balls slapping against me. He didn't let up until I pulsed around his cock. His chest came down on my back and he grasped my hands. He groaned against my back as his warm cum filled me. Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen. He placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.We've only begun rolled hazily through my head. The man would seriously kill me with orgasms if he continued. I was too wrung out to support myself. A yelp left my throat when Brack withdrew and picked me up in his arms. At least he took his shoes and pants off first. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous with my Fancy Pants around my ankles. He only smirked as he carried me into my room and sat me on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and removed my shoes before sliding my tennis undies over my feet."Jump in the shower while I grab my bag," he said as he helped me up from the bed.I needed to relax. At the same time, I felt a little let down. I wanted
Trust. Brack was asking me to trust him with my vulnerability. I never allowed that side of me to show. Weakness had no place on a tennis court or in bed. I let the towel fall and pool at my feet. Somehow I knew he'd take his time and make this good. No, great.I crawled onto the bed feeling the soft cotton comforter rub against my knees. I scrambled into position, but quickly rolled to my side. I felt ridiculous. I knew what he planned to do. One plus one equaled two and I knew that certain positions would work best. Fuck. I had qualms about my large ass sticking in the air. It had never bothered me before so why did I care now?"You going to lay there dissecting what I asked you to do or do it?"My eyes popped open and Brack wasn't smiling. "Go back into the bathroom for a moment," I said in embarrassment. He turned and closed the door behind him. Several deep breaths later, I shifted on the bed and did as he asked. Of course, he didn't come out of the bathroom right away. The man