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That got her attention.

“Lucian has a proper spanking bench I could bend you over and secure you to, which means you wouldn’t be wriggling halfway across my lap trying to save your ass every time my hand came down.”

“I was not wriggling.”

I gave her a look.

“Fine. Maybe a little.”

“There’s also a St. Andrew’s cross.”

“What is that?”

“A large X-shaped frame made for restraints. I could put you against it facing me or turn you around, fasten your wrists and ankles, and keep you exactly where I wanted you while I decided what part of you needed my attention.”

Her cheeks were already turning pink.

I let my thumb trace the inside of her thigh.

“There are places to tie you open. Drawers full of toys, like paddles, crops, floggers, clamps, vibrators, plugs. Whatever happens to interest us.”

She swallowed. “That is a lot more than what’s in that box.”

“Considerably more.”

“And you’ve actually thought about using all of that on me?”

“I’ve thought about a great many things I’d like to do to you.”

Her lips parted.

I leaned closer.

“A bed I could tie you to, and enough toys to keep you right on the edge until you’re cursing my name and begging me to let you come.” My hand moved higher along her thigh. “A room built so I don’t have to improvise every time I decide I want you helpless, spread open, and completely at my mercy for a while.”

She was quiet for a moment.

“Jesus, Lachlan.”

“Does any of that sound unappealing?”

She considered it far more seriously than she needed to.

“No.”

I smiled. “Didn’t think so.”

Her eyes widened suddenly. “Oh my God. Scarlett.”

I laughed.

“You told me to ask her about that room.” She covered part of her face with one hand. “Well, it’s a good thing I never did. Who knows what she would have thought.”

“Considering she uses it, I doubt she would’ve been scandalized.”

Isabella lowered her hand. “That is not what I’m worried about.”

“She probably would’ve given you a very thorough explanation.”