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 to opening my jaw wide enough to take him.

I watched his face in the shadows. I couldn't see his eyes, but his teeth flashed as he ground his jaws together. I loved this man. He took me where no one had before. And I took him along with me. No care for tomorrow. I lived for the moment. It's what I'd always done.

"Ahhh," his groan was low and long as he came.

I smiled after swallowing every last burst of cum, then let his cock slip from between my lips. He lifted me from the floor and tucked me in close to him. "What the fuck am I going to do with you?" he grumbled in a teasing manner.

"If you don't know that, you're an imposter."

He pinched my leg. "Behave," he said as he zipped himself back into his pants.

Just to be wicked I said, "My father will kill you. You know that don't you?"

"That's not a conversation I'm looking forward to, but I'll handle it." If anyone could, it would be Brack. "You're not taking on this guy alone, Olly."

Well that took me out of my post-blow job afterglow. I stiffened, ready to set things straight.

"I love you. We will get him together."

I was too shocked to say anything. Brack's deep chuckle echoed in the back of the car before he kissed me. He pulled back and whispered in my ear, "I've finally left you speechless. I'd have said it earlier if I knew how it would affect you."

He said he loved me and then teased me. That was Brackserious, silly, sensual. I wanted to speak the words and tell him how I felt. My heart fluttered with rapid staccato beats. He terrified me. I loved him and that terrified me. Tennis kept me from loneliness or I thought it had. I'd been lonely since my mother died. Brack filled a place inside me. Losing him would kill me. Knowing he felt the same way shattered my illusions that I could win against my stalker. When I died, Brack and my father would suffer the loss.

"Olly, talk to me." He cupped my cheek and tipped my head up. I didn't know I was crying until he thumbed the tears away. "No, baby, don't cry. We will survive this."

He knew. He knew everything. It only made me love him more. And hurt more. I snuggled my head into his chest breathing in the musky scent of him. My fingers had a death grip on the edges of his open shirt. He knew what I needed because he threaded his fingers into my hair and held me close. Few saw my weaknesses. Brack cherished them. He gave me strength where others siphoned it from me.

We stayed like that until I felt Brack's body tense. Flashing lights filled our car. I sat up straight and looked out the window. Police cars and an ambulance waited at the entrance to my apartment building.

This couldn't be happening again.

"Stay with her, Nelson," he ordered. "She doesn't leave your sight or move two inches away," Brack said to the driver as he opened the door.

"No. You aren't leaving me here," I shouted as I pushed against the closing door.

"Fuck," Brack swore as he ran his fingers through his hair. He took my hand and hauled me out of the seat before I could complain again. He looked over his shoulder to Nelson. "Stay with the car, they may need you to move it." Brack's clasp on my hand tightened. "I want skin on skin. Don't even think about releasing my hand."

That was just great. His dominant hand was free while he squeezed mine tightly in his left. I didn't argue. Fear drowned out any arguments I could make. We walked toward two officers who were keeping people from entering the building.

"I'm the head of Ms. Stradmore's security team hired by Senator Stradmore. She lives in this building," Brack said with authority. He'd pulled me slightly behind him so our clasped hands weren't obvious.

A man in a suit stepped away from the doors. "We need to speak with you both. Your father is upstairs, Ms. Stradmore."

My heart stopped beating. My body froze. My worst nightmare came to life.

I heard Brack speaking through a tunnel. "Is Senator Stradmore safe?"

"Yes, sir, his security team is with him. If you will both follow me." The man opened the door for us.

Brack's warm hands captured my cheeks. "He's safe, Olly. Breathe."

The clearing of a throat and Brack's words registered at the same time. My father was okay. I blinked.

"Stay with me here." Brack put his arm around me and led me to the elevator.

My heart started beating again.