Page 107 of Sweet Redemption

Superman?

No. Home.

—Text from Hendrix to Serena

Aflame flickering from the back of my house is the only light I see as I let myself inside thirty minutes later and drop my bag to the floor. “Honey . . . I’m home.”

I take a few steps and kick something with my foot.

What the hell?

Okay, these are panties. Yeah, she’s not getting this pair back either. I slip them into my pocket and keep going, following the shadows along the walls and picking up socks and a red silk bra along the way.

That’s my good girl.

“Princess . . .” I call out as I shrug out of my suit coat and drop it to the chair and find Serena. A candle sits on the coffee table illuminating her beautiful face. Her hair’s spilling down her back, and something in my chest roars to life when she stands and my jersey falls off one delicate shoulder. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, Superman.” She licks her lips and spins in a little circle. “I may have helped myself to another one of your shirts. I hope you don’t mind.” She presses up on her bare feet and flattens her palms against my chest. “Not going to lie, Hen, you looked so fucking hot on the ice tonight, I almost started without you.”

Fucking hell.

She nips my bottom lip. “I almost forgot how much I like watching you play.”

“You’re playing with fire, Serena.” My hand slides up her thigh and under my jersey as I grip her hips and pull her against me, needing her in my arms. “I haven’t stopped thinking about having you alone for hours.”

She sucks in the sweetest gasp, and my cock presses against my zipper.

“Does that mean I can be as loud as I want tonight?” Her eyes shine brighter than the candle flickering beside us, and I swear to fucking God I could come in my pants from the way she’s looking at me right now. Needy. Hungry. Confident. Like a golden goddess.

I slide my finger along her bare pussy and grin when I don’t touch her where she wants and she pouts. “You can be as loud as you want, baby. The louder the better.” I stroke closer, not slipping inside but close enough. She’s hot and wet, and fucking hell, she’s all mine. “I’m gonna fuck you with my name on your back tonight, princess.”

My palm presses against her clit as I tease her, ghosting my lips over her neck and my fingers over her pussy.

“Yes, Hendrix,” she moans, pressing her fingers to my lips and inside my mouth just as I push inside her hot cunt with one finger, then another. Stretching her as she bites down so hard on her lip, I worry she’ll draw blood.

And then I add another, and she moans, raspy and deep and so damn loud, I know I’m fucking her right here before we ever even think about going upstairs.

Serena’s hands go to my belt, and she rips it from my pants with a wicked glint in her eyes as she works the button open and the zipper down. “I feel like you might have promised me something earlier.”

I drag my palm over her ass, and her grin grows.

This woman is perfect in every way imaginable, and I’m the lucky fucker who’s never letting her go. I throw her over my shoulder and smack her ass, and this beautiful woman moans again as I soothe my hand over the globe of her ass. A few steps and I’ve got her back in front of me, her ass resting on the dining room table as she shoves at my boxers and pants.

“Fuck. Wait, Serena. I have to go upstairs and get a condom.” I step back, but she grabs my shirt and rips it open, white buttons scattering everywhere before she shoves it off my shoulders. She presses her lips to my tattoo and trails her tongue around my nipple.

“Serena,” I growl in warning, needing to be inside her. “Condom.”

“No, Hendrix. I’ve had an IUD since . . . And it’s not like . . .” She stops and closes her eyes.

“Don’t do that, baby.” I wrap a hand around her neck and run my thumb along her jaw. “Don’t hide from me. We don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to.” She pulls me closer and palms my dick. “I just want you, Hendrix. Nothing between us. No more hiding.”

This woman owns me. “Are you sure, Serena?”

She nods and nips my thumb as she slides off and turns around, stretching her arms along the table and pushing her ass out. Soft, shiny, coppery-golden hair spills around her face as she looks at me over her shoulder. “Positive.”

I fist my dick as my hand skims the curve of her hip.