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If any other woman had given him that ultimatum, he would have walked away so fast he would have tripped over his boots. Instead, he took a step forward.

Her hand stopped him again. “I mean it, Wizard. Think carefully. I can get a little crazy when I’m invested in a relationship. No more women calling out your name during the games The Last Riders play, and no more hooking up with women at the club.”

He took a step back. “I’m the club president. I live there, unless you want me to move in with you. Either way, I’ll still go to the clubhouse every day to handle business.”

“I’m not asking you to give up the club, only the sexual perks that come with the jacket.”

He considered her demands carefully. He could live without the sexual perks. He would have been stupid to think Natalia would tolerate cheating. On the other hand, being told she could go cray-cray if he did gave him pause.

He had no intention of cheating, or he wouldn’t have mentioned marriage. Yet how crazy did she get? Was she picturing herself trashing his motorcycle, or was she holding imaginary scissors with his dick in the crosshairs at the thought? He could buy a new bike, but if he unexpectedly met his maker, he wanted to leave God’s green Earth with all of his appendages still attached.

Being particularly fond of his cock, he thought it best to ask.

“How crazy are we talking? Does it involve snipping off any of my appendages?”

She looked at him in horror. “I’m not that crazy.”

He wasn’t about to take any chances. “As long as we agree you won’t cut off my dick if I fuck up, then I agree.” Wizard stepped forward, gently pressing his chest against her raised palm.

“Be sure, Wizard,” she warned. “I’m looking for a forever kind of man. I promised myself I wouldn’t break and have sex with you again. I’m probably going to regret this, but I’m going to give you the chance you’re asking for.”

“I can be your forever.” Ignoring her hand, he swept her into his arms. Shouldering the door shut, he stared at the beautiful woman in his arms.

“You’re not the only one taking a chance,” he told her as he carried her toward the stairs. “Men aren’t the only ones who cheat. What if you find a better option? Are you going to leave me in the dust?”

Dropping her onto the bed, he bent to pull off her high heels and tossed them aside. Then he started removing her brown halter minidress, its neckline cutouts revealing the barest hints of her golden skin.

The dress was sexy as fuck. It had taken every ounce of willpower he possessed to remain seated and finish dinner instead of dragging her to her car and fucking her.

“I’ve never cheated in a relationship,” she told him.

Wizard’s fingers shook with desire as he unbuttoned his shirt. The way she watched him had his dick swelling, making it difficult to unzip his pants. If the suit hadn’t been borrowed, he would have ripped the fucking thing apart.

Once he had freed himself, he folded the suit over an armchair before returning to the bed.

Grasping Natalia’s ankles, he pulled her closer to the edge, then arranged her legs over his shoulders before he lowered his mouth between her thighs. A soft rush of air escaped her parted lips.

Exploring each fold and crevice, he watched her reactions through heavy-lidded eyes. With practiced precision, he deliberately repeated the movements that made her thigh muscles quiver or drew cries of pleasure from her when he found a particularly sensitive spot.

Controlling her thrashing with ease, he held her steady as he built her pleasure into a fire whose intensity he could raise or lower at will. He had no problem giving Natalia the impression that she controlled their relationship in everyday life, but in the bedroom, only one person would rule—and that was him.

When beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, he stopped toying with her. Closing his teeth gently over the sensitive nub, he sent her into a climax that drove his name repeatedly from her lips.

Spanning her waist, he moved her higher onto the mattress and spread her thighs, then sank his aching cock into her deep warmth. He sucked in a breath, nearly exploding from the single stroke. Gritting his teeth and clenching the sheets in his fists, he regained enough restraint to keep from climaxing.

He wanted to dissolve into his own lust as he had allowed Natalia to do, but wars weren’t won in a single siege. Victory required resilience.

“Harder, Wizard … Harder …”

Her breathless moan had him grinding against her more roughly. Natalia was no shrinking violet. She fucked him back just as hard, slamming her hips up to meet every thrust.

He drove her into another climax while still holding back his own. Not giving her time to come down, he kept fucking her until he felt her slippery hands slide over his chest.

Their eyes met. Natalia was a smart businesswoman; no one would ever call her stupid. From her glare, he could tell she had figured out that he was trying to establish his dominance over her.

Palming one of her nipples, he rubbed it roughly, giving her the friction she needed to spiral out of control.

“Bastard,” she hissed.