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I lounged back in my chair, eyes burning into her. I decided to test the water. Freya had thrown me signals for years, but could she truly handle me? I knew she was a virgin—if I was honest with myself, it made the possessive part of me roar with satisfaction—but I needed her to understand what being with me entailed.

“You know exactly what you’re doin’, Princess,” I said huskily. “You’re playing with fire. If you're not careful, I’ll spank your ass raw.”

I almost groaned at how her eyes gleamed, and the way her little pink tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip.

“You don’t scare me, Colter.” Freya leaned forward until I could see the gentle swell of her breasts.

Saliva pooled in my mouth.

“Oh, Colt.” She waved a nonchalant hand. “I was raised in a biker club. Do you think I haven’t seen everything? Spank my ass all you want, I don’t care. I know you’ll take good care of me.”

Sitting back, I studied her closely.

Freya was full of bravado. She’d never fucked nor played me. There was a ring of truth in her words though. She’d grown up witnessing things most girls would never have a clue about. The clubhouse was tame these days, but only since the kids had been around. Just two years ago, the Speed Demons’ bar was a veritable den of iniquity. Growing up, the Demons’ princess had probably learned more than most adults knew.

“Is that what you want, Princess?” I asked, chest rumbling with pleasure.

She opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by the waiter approaching.

Picking up my menu, I scanned it, before ordering appetizers and mains for the both of us.

Freya smiled, watching him walk away. “You always know exactly what I’d order.”

I nodded slowly. “Because it’s always the same as I’d fuckin’ order.”

Her smile widened. “Remember when you used to take me to the mall. I’d always wanna go to a burger joint, but you’d insist on taking me to nice restaurants.”

My chest tingled with warmth. “I knew you’d go places. I was certain one day you’d be better than the club. Didn’t want you to be overwhelmed by rich people, so I showed you how it was done.”

“You always looked out for me; you still do. Is it any wonder I have feelings for you?” Tears glimmered in her eyes, making my heart clench at the sadness I saw there.

A fire burning a hole in my gut.

She looked up at the waiter who approached us with our wine. I declined to taste it, telling him to pour. Freya’s eyes gaze transfixed on mine, and my heart thudded painfully at the thought of passing up on the promise of her.

I liked women. Over the years, I’d been with redheads, blondes, and brunettes. Tall, short, thin, plump, and everything in between. But I’d never been so fucking horny as I felt sitting in that restaurant looking at Freya Stone. God only knew how, but she’d made me want her above every other woman. Granted her red lips, red dress, and heaving tits did it for me, but there was more to her too. Freya’s entire essence pulled me in, and fuck me, I didn’t want to escape. I knew touching Freya was playing with fire, but being burned suddenly didn’t seem too bad.

Picking up my glass, I swirled the wine around thoughtfully. “We’ll see how it goes.”

Freya’s smile froze on her face. “What?”

“We’ll do this on the proviso you adhere to my rules.” I sipped my wine before placing the glass back on the table. “Want me to continue?”

Freya nodded, almost dumbstruck.

“One,” I began. “I’m here for another week. It doesn’t give us long to get to know each other. We’ll decide after the week if we move things to Wyoming. If we do, it’ll be difficult to keep our relationship under wraps, but that’s the way it’s gotta be, at least for a while. I don’t want us to come out only to end things a month later. I don’t wanna hurt ya, Freya, or anyone else. Do you get me?”

Hurt flashed behind her eyes.

“Do you get me?” I repeated with a harshness to my tone I didn’t often use with her.

She tipped her chin up. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” I took another sip of wine, mentally noting how her cheeks bloomed pink at my words of praise.

Interesting.

“Two,” I continued. “It’ll be between me and you. No chatting with the ol’ ladies. No secret late-night revelations to anyone. If it gets back to the club, they’ll kill me, and it’ll cause problems between you and your dad. He’ll cut you off, Freya. You’d be fucked.” I didn’t add that she needn’t worry because I’d look after her financially if it came to it. She needed to be aware of the pitfalls.

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