Butter, garlic, and music greeted DeMarcus at the door. An easy smile formed on his lips as he kicked off his shoes in the foyer. It had been the longest Tuesday of his life. He was happy to be home. His shoulders lowered and his nerves stilled as his nose followed the notes to the epicenter of the aroma. When he pulled his car in the driveway he was unsure if he'd be alone for the evening unpacking the rollercoaster of emotions he endured from the information he received earlier and since Aleena went off-script yesterday he knew didn't rely on the schedule on the calendar.

Relief flooded throughout his body as he arrived in the kitchen's entryway. She was unaware that she was no longer the only one in the room. But he wasn't ready to alert her of his presence. He watched her putting on a show in front of the stove. The blush backless slip-dress fell just below the curve of her round ass and was losing the battle to stay down as she rolled her hips to the sensual, melodic tune streaming from the speaker resting on the counter.

He undid his tie forging deeper into the kitchen. As he settled in a chair at the breakfast nook, she glanced over her shoulder. A part of him assumed she'd stop dancing but he should've known that assumption was incorrect. The former majorette and Texans' cheerleader loved being watched as she rode the beat like an equestrian.

He sat back locked in the trace she quelled in from her seductive strut to the way she grinded whined in front of him. He bit his bottom lip as she touched her toes and his pinkness greeted him. He swallowed his hunger to taste her as his dick pulsated faster than his heart.

He inhaled the tantalizing mango lacing her thick curls as she entered his space. Tired of her hovering near him, he grabbed her waist and pulled her on his lap.

She smirked back at him as she slowly grinded against him. His hand slid over her hips languidly and she leaned back widening her thighs giving him access to the destination he sought. His fingers glided through her slickness.

"You've been this wet all day?" He asked toying with her delicate flesh.

She rested her head back on his shoulder and moaned, 'No."

"I guess I'm lucky."

She didn't utter a word, just gripped his forearm and cried out as he slipped two fingers inside her. As she met his strokes with a roll of her hips in the erotic conversation they were so good he pondered on his statement. He was lucky.

It was irregular for him to attend a Texans' game. Football wasn't his favorite sport, just something he watched if it was on because of the state he was born in. But when Tyrese won tickets in a work raffle he accompanied him out of friendly obligation. In a stadium of thousands, her eyes locked with his as she did her routine during halftime. After the game, he took the risk—waited and asked her out. It was a shock to him that she was single and for the weeks that followed he made it his mission that she wouldn't be again.

He was successful in his pursuit and now she was wife. Now, he had one of the baddest women coming in his hand. Lucky didn't describe what he was. He was gifted and highly favored.

Her phone on the table next to him ding, the music lowered momentarily and he instinctively glanced at it. His eyes ticked over each word of the text as the rest of his body froze. It was one thing to entertain the thought that something could be possible but to know of its certainty was mind-altering. And his mind had been shifted. Something he thought wasn't possible had become actual.

It was at this moment he remembered her superpower. The ability to make a man believe he was special—irreplaceable.

He had always been the center of her universe which clouded his judgment.

As she chased her orgasm, he abruptly lifted her off his lap. He sprung from the chair before she could reproach him.

"What?' She asked, confusion pulling from her orgasmic high.

"I'm going for a run." He fled from the kitchen.

"Huh." She sounded fixing her lingerie still staring at the entryway although he no longer darkened the space.

He ran up the stairs fearing he made a grave mistake. The worry and doubts from earlier made a home in his mind again but this time twice as worse.

The song is a hint.