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“Lying and omitting are two very different things.” Dante glanced down at his watch, then slid out of the booth. “Back to business.”
I stood up and shook his hand, thanking him for the info.
“I'll call you if I hear anything else.”
I nodded and headed out of the restaurant, more than happy to climb into my car and head home. Serenity and I had only been back in Chicago a week, but we'd easily fallen into the same routine we'd adapted in Charleston. It seemed we could go anywhere, and nothing would disrupt what we worked hard to build these last months.
But I’d been in between meetings all day, and now this last final thing with Dante had kept me way past dinner. I was more than ready to see her, even if I didn't exactly know how to tell her about her father.
As I headed into the house, I convinced myself that I had time. That there was no reason to tell her tonight. Especially when I didn't have any solid leads on where he was. Dante might be right and Doyle could use his means to comfortably hide from his own people. If anyone could do it, it would be the Irish mafia head.
And maybe that made me a coward, but Serenity’s peace meant everything to me. She was already tormented enough by the memories of her past and the very real threats of her present. I didn't feel like adding to it. Not tonight.
I checked in with my guards, now doubled since we’d made our way back to Chicago, and then headed to the bedroom where I knew I’d find Serenity. It was already past seven, and I figured she’d be curled up in bed with one of Daisy’s books holding all her attention.
But when I opened the door, I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Welcome home,” she said from where she sat in the armless lounge chair I had in the corner of my room. She wore a white lacy number that consisted of barely-there fabric, covering only mere inches of her skin and leaving the rest on delicious display.
That instantly, I was hard and already unbuttoning my shirt, wholly distracted by the temptress in the chair.
She pulled something from behind her back, and my eyes went wide. “I found these in your closet,” she said, dangling a pair of handcuffs from a delicate finger. “Can we try them tonight?”
“Whatever you want,” I said, going for my zipper and losing the rest of my clothes as I headed toward her.
I reached for the cuffs, but she tugged them away, moving out of the chair and patting it for me to sit.
Fuck me.
I sat.
She moved around the chair, gently pulling my arms behind it and locking the cuffs in place. I growled as I tested the resistance, anticipation sliding into my blood at the move.
Serenity walked back around the chair, grinning down at me. “This is already fun.”
I smiled back up at her. “Do your worst,” I teased.
“I intend to,” she said, something flashing in her eyes I couldn’t quite read. She quickly dropped to her knees before me, making me lose all train of thought.
She gripped my hard cock, stroking it with a soft touch, teasing me until a drop of pre-come beaded on my tip. She dipped her head down, licking it off before sucking me into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned, hips thrusting off the chair, but it wasn’t enough, not with my hands cuffed behind the back of the chair, making it hard to move. “Angel.”
She murmured something around my cock, the vibrations traveling all the way down and making me groan again. Goddamn, her mouth. I arched my head back, pleasure building and twisting in my muscles as she sucked me with a relentless sort of attitude that had my head spinning.
“Angel,” I warned. “I’m?—”
She quickly pulled back, my cock sliding from her mouth with a little popping sound. The loss of her mouth paused my release, and heat curled along my spine at the shift. The little temptress was paying me back for the other night.
Serenity stood up, looking too fucking sexy in the lingerie she wore. My fingers itched to rip the flimsy material from her body.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” she said, and I arched a brow at the harshness in her voice.
Was my angel role-playing again? I could get behind that.
She reached out, gripping my chin with enough force to bite. It made my cock twitch.
“All ink and muscles and terror,” she said before slamming her mouth down on mine. She kissed me like she needed my mouth to breathe, kissed me with an edge of desperation that had me aching to fuck the need right out of her.
