Arrogant man. I blow out a breath. “I want you. I understand that you come with all of this.” I circle my hand in the air, indicating the club. “The only way I’m going to be pissed about Stella, or any other bedmate of yours, is if it’s not in the past. My son will not be raised by a weak woman who lets her man humiliate her over and over.”

“There’s no one but you.”

“Good, because you should know I am not one of those women who will blame the other woman and start fights over you.” I move in closer and brush my hand against his crotch. “I am the kind of woman who will straight-up cut your dick off if you ever cheat on me.”

I’m kidding, of course. Sort of. I do feel a tad murderous when I think of him with Stella or anyone else, though.

Z stares at me.

I smile up at him.

He stares at me some more.

I pat his cheek. “Good talk, Z. I’m glad we got all this out in the open.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lilly

Inside our room, Z strips me of my top and tosses it to the side. “Get those jeans off.”

I work them down over my hips slowly and he groans. He’d requested tight jeans before, so I found a pair of skinny jeans I hadn’t worn yet. Now I remember why. They’re like a damn second skin. I’m trapped and getting them off the rest of the way isn’t remotely sexy.

Z pushes me back against the mattress and tugs the material down my legs. “Need some help, Siren?”

“I guess so.”

I sit up and he tries pushing me back down. But I slide out of his grasp and off the bed, landing on my knees.

He stares down at me with a smile playing over his lips. “What are you doing down there?”

“Whatever I want.”

In a swift move, he slides his hands in front of his groin, shielding himself from me. “I don’t know if I want you so close to my dick. You threatened to cut it off a few minutes ago.”

I play with the button of his jeans, tugging it out from under his iron grip. “Only if you cheated on me.”

“That’s not happening.”

“Then you’re perfectly safe.”

He moves his hands and I flick the button loose, and carefully ease his zipper down.

I kneel up and wrap one hand around his monster of a cock. “So damn hard. Impressive.” I hold his gaze while I swoop in and circle the head with my tongue.

He hisses in a sharp breath. “I’m always cocked and loaded around you.”

I chuckle and flick my tongue over the tip.

“Fuck. Do that again. Jesus, that’s amazing.”

“Well, I’m no porn star, but—”