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Flipping over, she watched disbelievingly as he stroked his semi-hard cock to its full length without any embarrassment. “Seriously?”

“You said you didn’t want to have sex.” As he continued to stroke his cock without pause, a drop of precum glistened on the head. Using his fingers, he smeared the droplet down his thick length. The length of his cock wasn’t anything to brag about in the locker room. It wasn’t too long or too short, merely normal. What was exceptional was the thickness. Her core pulsed, wanting to be filled, and Wizard—damn his rotten soul—knew it, too.

Rolling back over, she closed her eyes, determined not to give in to her desire. He could jerk himself off. See if she cared.

“Do you mind staying still? You’re messing with my concentration.”

She sat upright and clenched her hands in the blanket. “Who are you thinking about?” she asked sharply.

He shot a glance toward the dip between her breasts.

Mollified, she lay back down facing him.

“What? You’re not going to bust my nuts for thinking about your titties?”

“Not as long as you’re not thinking about another woman’s.”

“No other woman’s compare to yours.”

His compliment stoked the fire she was finding difficult to keep banked. Her fingers clenched the blanket tighter. One thing she had learned since being with Wizard was his skill at sex. He was an expert at finding any weakness, then shamelessly used it to bring her to heights of bliss she had never dreamed of attaining.

Jerking off in front of her had one goal: to lure her in then have her finish for him. His plan was going to fail. She was strong enough to resist his temptation …

Another drop of precum moistened the tip of his cock … his thumb sliding to catch it … his head tilted back as his eyelids lowered to half-mast.

His sleek body exuded a powerful strength held in check. In the many times she had seen him come, she had never seen him lose total control, while he had turned her into a whimpering mess.

A sudden desire to break that control struck her.

Their day had been nothing but a power struggle between them. Neither had won. Wizard hadn’t seemed upset that she had replaced him with Cory, merely placing the blame on her for trying to torpedo their relationship like she had her previous ones. Shying away from the truth of the accusation, she thought of a better way to end the unresolved power struggle.

Why deny herself sex with Wizard when she could use it to her advantage? She could have her cake and eat it, too.

The president of The Last Riders was finally going to meet his match.

CHAPTER 47

BIG PAPA

Sliding closer to Wizard, she laid her hand on his abdomen. Feeling the muscles under her palm clench, she gave him a sultry smile. “Need some help?”

From his satisfied expression, she was giving in just as he had expected. He should tattoo predictable on his ass.

Removing his hand, he linked both behind his head like some exalted sultan preparing to be pleasured. “Peaches, I thought you would never ask.”

Her hand paused over his cock. “You know I hate you calling me nicknames.”

When they had started having sex regularly, he would often call her nicknames. Shooting each of them down normally worked. Lately, he had clung to Peaches despite her objections.

“Babe, it’s just a nickname.” His eyelids lifted. “Why does it bug you?”

“How many special nicknames have you given the women at the club?”

“None.”

The serious way he looked at her appeased her until the jerk had to open his mouth again.

“Usually, by the time I fuck them, they’ve already been given their nicknames.”