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 bare underneath. Next stop- my hair stylist. I needed a trim and Petra was the only person capable of doing something with the inch-long frizz left over from my collision with the van. If she failed, I'd cut it all off, dye the top purple, and freak out my dad. I'd called ahead and made an appointment for Petra's business partner to tackle my nails, too. In order to give my ultimate plan a chance, wild and free Olivia needed to be back in action.

No luck with dyeing my hair. Petra worked wonders with what I had. I'd save the purple for another day. My nails were now presentable and I was ready for my late night adventure. I picked up sushi for dinner and headed back to my apartment. After a short conversation with my father, I ate and clicked on the news. Within minutes, I clicked it off. I couldn't watch the injustice that had children dying in house fires, drunk drivers killing innocents, and two murders in the city last night. Thoughts of the future swirled through my head. They weren't thoughts of tennis.

Was I doing the right thing? Was I crazy?

I practiced breathing techniques to control my nerves. I could do this. Brack and his team had given me the skills. My athletic build and ability gave me a chance. I walked around my apartment assuring myself it was safe. This would be my daily ritual until creepo came after me.

Single and dressed to the nines, I had no trouble getting into Club Ozz. I gave a head nod to a few people I recognized while making my way to the bar. It was unlike me to drink alcohol when training, but I needed liquid courage. I ordered a shot of tequila and downed it. I wasn't leaving a drink behind while I danced.

The alcohol instantly went to my head. I ordered another and tossed it back. Maybe I needed to drink more often. The music changed to a faster beat as I made my way to the dance floor. My hips swayed long before I found my spot. I loved dancing in wild club jungles and getting lost in the crowd. I loved the smell of sweaty dancers, sex, and alcohol. I moved my body unintentionally brushing against other dancers in the tight quarters.

I wanted my life back!

Strong hands on my ass brought me out of my self-pitying thoughts.

"Whoa," Brack's deep voice stopped me before I could smash his instep with a four-inch heel.

I glanced over my shoulder and gave him a once-over. No aviators, black linen pants, and a tucked white dress shirt. The man cleaned up nice and caused my breath to catch. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ground out when I could finally breathe and speak.

"Dancing with you," he whispered in my ear. Before I could do more than gasp, he spun me around so we faced each other. His knee moved between my legs as his hands grasped my hips. I'm not sure what surprised me more- Brack's clothing or his moves on a dance floor.

"Humor me, baby, and show me what you've got," he said over the music.

I had hips and thighs built for tennis. And dancing. "Keep up with me, pretty boy."

His eyes flared. I had no idea if it was passion for dancing or for me. I'd give him a lot of both. Hell, we might be thrown out; I laughed at the thought. I ground my pelvis into his leg as I unbuttoned two more buttons on his shirt. I needed flesh under my hands and the wild side of me planned to take what I wanted.

Not only could Brack keep up with me, he led with dominant finesse. Rarely did a man truly know how to lead. Brack did it expertly. The beat changed again and this time it was sultry, which suited my purpose. The man knew his dirty dancing moves, too. His undulating hips had my mouth watering and barely there panties dripping. The slide of his pants over my sensitive skin left me undone. And, I knew so little about him. Marine, cop, bodyguard- what made him tick? I wanted all the answers even though he ruined my plans to take out a killer without him in the picture. I knew he had a thick skull and wouldn't walk away easily. He'd proved me right.

His fingers slipped along the edges of my pussy and I stopped thinking about everything but the man holding me, handling me, nearly fucking me in public. I didn't care. Sweat dampened my skin. Brack twirled me around so my ass rode his leg. He grasped my upper thighs, slipping his hands beneath my short dress and used his thumbs to rub me into a red hot mess of shameless need. I moved my arms up and threaded my fingers through my hair, fluffing it off my neck. Then, I put my hands to Brack's neck and pulled him down. He bit my ear as he slipped a single finger inside me. He shifted my body and ground his cock against my ass. I felt as if crack mainlined straight to my pussy. His cock was an addictive drug.

"Come on," he said as he twirled me once more. He grabbed my hand and led me off the floor. He bypassed the tables and went down the hallway toward the restrooms. He didn't stop at the long line of women, just took me straight to the men's room.

"Get the fuck out," he said to two men at the urinals.

"Lucky girl," I heard from the hallway. And, "I think that's Olivia Stradmore, the tennis player."

Brack slammed the door and locked it. The next thing I knew my back was to the same door with my legs wrapped around his hips. He ripped my thong away and struggled for a moment with his zipper before entering me. I was so fucking wet there was no resistance. He watched me with insanely intense eyes and fucked me hard, just the way I liked it. I gave no thought to the comments from the hallway or my missing bodyguards. The door and my legs anchored me to Brack's body leaving our hands free. I grabbed his pecs and dug my fingernails in. My only thought was Brack's cock driving into mehis fingers rubbing my clit. The sounds he made as he fucked me. The feel of his flesh beneath my nails. The overwhelming need to possess him like he possessed me.

I was so close I could taste it. And that's when he stopped. I hadn't realized I closed my eyes. With the lack of stimulation from his cock, they flew open. His flushed face only accented his spectacular eyes. It wasn't that sexy gaze I wanted, though.

"I'm going home with you tonight," he ground out.

What the hell?

"Say it, Olly, or your bare ass will hit this dirty floor."

Well damn. "You're going home with me, you crazy asshole. Now fuck me."

He did. His cock gave me the ride of my life. I tore the rest of the buttons from his shirt and left scratches down his chest and back. This crazy fucker took me in a bathroom. A filthy, disgusting bathroom with the whole world knowing exactly what was happening in here. And I didn't give a fuck. Actually, I loved it. I cried out when my orgasm crested. Finally, his lips clashed with mine. He took every last cry, moan, and sigh. Thirty seconds later, he came. I returned the favor and swallowed his moans.

When our breath returned to normal, Brack lowered me. There was no sense in checking the mirror or washing up with more than a wet scratchy paper towel wiped down my legs. I was well and truly fucked and refused to hide it. Everyone outside the door knew exactly what happened. Okay, it wasn't the entire world out there. Didn't matter if it was because I couldn't care less.

Brack picked up my thong off the floor and stuffed it in his pocket. "You ready?" he asked and took my hand. I led the way.

Stupidly, I didn't expect the cell phone cameras going off when we walked out. Fuck, I was a fool. Brack took the lead shielding me and walked us from the hallway. Our walk of shame, as I'm sure the tabloids would report.

My poor father.