After hanging up with Felicity, I pressed the Bluetooth button on my steering wheel and called my head of security.

“Frank, I need you to send the files on Felicity’s last foster family to my email,” I commanded when he answered. “Then dig up anything we might have missed. Particularly anything I can use as leverage.”

“Will do, boss,” he responded, followed by a click, ending the call.

I reached Felicity’s school and swung into the empty space nearest to the entrance. I dashed inside and straight to the front office where I showed my ID so they could confirm my guardian status before sending me to the nurse’s office.

It took everything in me not to scoop her up into my arms when I arrived. But, I knew I needed to keep an appropriate distance until we were well away from the premises. The school reported to the county foster program regularly. Especially the nurses.

Calmly, I strode into the office. Felicity jumped to her feet and rushed towards me. At the last second, she thought better of it and stopped short in front of me.

“Thanks for coming to get me. I”—she glanced at the woman sitting behind a desk off to the side, watching us with avid interest—“I think I may have food poisoning from the—um—shrimp we ate last night.”

“Not a problem.” The woman’s eyes were staring at me far too intently. When they swept up and down my body, I glared at her, causing her to turn away and busy herself with paperwork on her desk. “Let’s go.”

Felicity and I walked out to my sleek, black Mercedes, and I got her settled before loping around to the driver’s side. Once inside, I started the car and grabbed her hand as I pulled out of the parking lot.

“How are you feeling, honey?” I glanced over at her and gave her hand a squeeze when I saw the worry in her deep violet pools. “Trust me, Felicity.”

She nodded and straightened her head so she was staring out the front. “I do. It’s just…I can’t help it. I’m still scared.”

I sped up a little, anxious to get her home. When we arrived, I went around the car, unbuckled her, and lifted her into my arms. I carried her to our room and laid her on the bed. I grabbed a shirt from the long dressers on the back wall, then helped her take off her school clothes and change.

“Get some rest, honey,” I urged as I tucked her in. “I’m going to do some work. Call me on the house intercom if you need anything.”

I brushed some of her long, dark hair away from her face and softly kissed her lips. It was interrupted when she yawned and smiled at me sheepishly. “Sorry.”

I chuckled and kissed her again. “Rest.”

My office was on the first floor at the back of the house. I was hesitant to be so far from her, but she’d fallen asleep by the time I reached the bedroom door. The house was wired with a speaker and panel in every room, so I knew she could reach me if she needed me. I made my way downstairs to my office and dropped into the expensive, black leather chair behind my antique, cherry wood desk.

Clicking my mouse, I contemplated my next move as my computer woke up. The files I asked for were in my email, and I began sifting through them. The ring of my cell phone startled me, but I answered quickly when I saw it was the security extension from my office building.

“Tell me you found something,” I said in lieu of a greeting.

My man launched into an explanation that both satisfied and enraged me. I had the leverage I needed, but I was pissed as fuck at how close it could have come to hurting Felicity.

I let her sleep for a few hours as I made some calls and studied the information so I was one hundred percent familiar with the facts and wouldn’t be ambushed with anything when I confronted Carrie’s parents.

A soft knock on my door brought my head up, and my cock sprung to attention at the sight of my girl standing in the doorway in nothing but my shirt looking sexy and sleep rumpled.

I held out my hand and she eagerly came over, climbing into my lap. “Better?” I asked, brushing my lips against her temple.

“Much.”

I didn’t doubt it because her skin wasn’t as pale, and the dark smudges beneath her eyes had disappeared. “Fuck, honey. Your trust in me.” I coughed to clear the lump in my throat. “You have no idea what it means to me that you were able to fall asleep knowing I’d take care of everything.”

“And you have no idea what it feels like to know that it’s okay to sleep. That I have you to watch over me. Protect me.”

“Always,” I swore. “I love you, and I’m fucking honored to be able to take care of you and our babies.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but her lips twisted up in a huge smile. “You love me?”

“More than anything.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

Joy slammed into me at her admission, followed quickly by the need to be inside her. I lifted her chin with a single finger and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Her small hands slid around my middle and she hugged me tightly, pressing her tits into my chest. I swiftly shifted her until she was straddling me, her legs dangling on either side of me and the juncture of her thighs cocooning my growing erection.

Everything about Felicity pushed the limits of my control. I couldn’t get enough of her. With my mouth still devouring hers, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, then fisted the center of her panties and ripped it away.

Gripping her hips, I tore my mouth away and raggedly commanded, “Ride me, honey.” Then I lined myself up and slammed her down.

Her head flew back and she screamed, her hands plunging into my hair as she started to buck wildly on top of me.

“Fuck! That’s right, honey. Harder,” I groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Yes!” she shouted when I whipped her shirt over her head and latched onto one of her sensitive nipples. “Harrison! Oh ah ah! Fuck!”

Her words caused me to snap. I slammed her down once more as I thrust up and planted myself deep. My orgasm blasted through me, and I filled her womb with what seemed like an endless amount of come.

The moment the heat flooded her, she screamed my name and fell apart in my arms, coming with me.

* * *

“I need to go out for a little while, but when I get back, we’ll make dinner and watch a movie,” I told Felicity as I walked into the kitchen.

After we’d cleaned ourselves up earlier, she’d changed and set herself up at the island where she normally did her school work. It was after five, which meant the people I needed to see should be home. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled brightly. “That sounds like heaven.”

I couldn’t help grinning and giving her a hard, quick kiss. I knew if I lingered, I’d end up fucking her on the counter…or the floor…or up against the wall—and I needed to leave.

On my way to the garage, I stopped in my office to grab a file. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up in front of a deceptively normal-looking, suburban house in an upscale neighborhood.

I grabbed the papers and stalked up to the entrance, then knocked firmly on the door.

A young, blonde girl opened it and when she saw me, her eyes widened in shock. “What are you—” She started to shut the door in my face but I slammed my hand against it, keeping it open and stepping inside.

“We need to have a chat, Carrie. Why don’t you get your parents, and I’ll wait here?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she spun on her heel and stomped down a hallway. It didn’t take long for a middle-aged couple to come from where she’d disappeared to meet me in the entryway. Evan and Maria Jenkins. Carrie’s parents and Felicity’s former caretakers. Both looked slightly haggard, though they hid it fairly well with blank expressions and expensive clothes.

“What the fuck do you want?” Evan snarled.

“You’re the degenerate defiling poor little Felicity, aren’t you?” Maria cried dramatically.

“Don’t.” My tone was harsh and commanding, causing her to step back slightly, and her husband to shuffle nervously on his feet. “Don’t even say her name.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell us what to do, Mr. Brooks.” Maria tried for a haughty tone, but her eyes shifted uneasily.

“Oh, I think I am.” I handed Evan the folder and stood silently as he opened it. He flipped through the items contained in it, and his eyes grew wider with each one.

“How did you—you can’t—this is outrageous!”

I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms, glaring at the sad excuse for a “family” in front of me.

“Those are pictures of you with a well-known drug lord in the next town over, are they not?”

Maria sputtered, but I didn’t wait for her to come up with an answer. “I believe the next set is of you selling some of your stash to a couple down the street.”

They glanced uneasily at each other, and I plowed on. “This is how it’s going to be,” I growled. “If you so much as utter Felicity’s name to anyone, or speak one word to her social worker, I’ll have your asses thrown in jail. Is that clear?” They nodded simultaneously. “That goes for your trashy little daughter, too. You’d better make sure she understands that the rules apply to her, too. And that if she so much as looks at her wrong at school, there will be consequences.” More frantic nods. “And since you know who I am, you know I have the money and resources to keep close tabs on you. So, don’t try and fuck with me because I will bury you.”

I didn’t wait for their response, I simply pivoted and left, slamming the door behind me. Now that I’d taken care of that problem, I expected smooth sailing for Felicity and me over the next seven weeks. And then, once her case worker was completely out of the picture, I had a birthday party/wedding to look forward to.