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He lifted the wrap from his arm and settled it around my bare shoulders, drawing the edges together in front of me before smoothing his hands down my arms.

“Now let’s get you home.”

Chapter forty-one

By the time the elevator reached Xyst’s main floor, Lachlan had already caught me opening the locked folder on my phone.

“Don’t.”

I looked up.

“Whatever you’re thinking about sending me next—just don’t.”

I frowned. I’d been dying to send the next photo, but he’d read me too easily. I locked the screen and lowered the phone.

We crossed the club and were outside within minutes. Cold air swept around my bare legs as I pulled the wrap tighter over my shoulders.

An SUV with a two-man security detail waited at the curb. One man drove while another occupied the front passenger seat, leaving the back for us.

Lachlan opened my door and waited until I slid inside before following. I fastened my seat belt, crossed my legs, and settled the ends of the wrap over my lap.

The SUV pulled into traffic.

I gave him several blocks before taking out my phone and sending the picture.

His phone vibrated almost immediately.

He looked at me before reaching into his jacket for it.

I turned toward the window, pretending the lights outside were suddenly fascinating.

The silence lasted long enough that I finally looked over.

The second photograph showed me kneeling in black garters and thigh-high stockings, my breasts bare and lifted in my hands, one nipple pinched between my fingers as I stared directly into the camera.

Lachlan enlarged the image.

“You do realize you’re sitting beside me.”

“Yes.”

“With two of my men three feet away.”

I glanced toward the front. Neither man showed the slightest interest in us.

“They can’t see your phone.”

“That isn’t what bothers me.”

His attention returned to the photograph.

“Who took these?”

“A professional boudoir photographer Aria found for us. DarkMatter vetted her, and she apparently works with celebrities and other people who pay a great deal of money for discretion. The shoot was actually a lot of fun. Lacey, Scarlett, and I all got considerably bolder as the champagne disappeared.” I laughed at the memory.

Lachlan’s gaze darkened as his eyes shifted from the image to me. “There better not be pictures of the three of you together.”

I laughed. “Separate shoots, Irishman. Although Scarlett did point out that one photograph of all three of us would probably kill you.”