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“Which is precisely why I’m grateful I never asked.”

I laughed and glided my fingers up and down her inner thigh.

“I may have to build us one here.”

Her gaze came back to mine. “A whole playroom?”

“Aye.”

“For me?”

“For us.” I squeezed her thigh. “You’ll just spend considerably more time tied to the furniture.”

She laughed. “You sound awfully sure I’m going to like this.”

“After what your pussy did while I spanked you?” I raised a brow. “I have reason to be optimistic.”

“Smug.”

“Accurate.”

She glanced toward the box again.

I moved my hand from her thigh to her chin and turned her face toward me.

“Curious is enough, Mouse. We try what turns you on and ignore whatever doesn’t.”

“That could be dangerous.”

“Why?”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Because I’m very curious.”

Fuck me.

“Then I bought the right Valentine’s gifts.”

I reached for my phone.

“We don’t need a playroom to find out.”

I opened photo two and turned the screen toward her.

Isabella was kneeling in black garters and thigh-high stockings, her breasts bare and lifted in her hands, one nipple pinched between her fingers as she stared directly into the camera.

I looked from the photograph to the real woman beside me.

“When this hit my phone, I wanted your tits in my hands, not hers in a camera lens.”

“Oh my God, the photographer didn’t touch me.”

“Good thing.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m possessive. Different problem.”

I set the phone aside and picked up the clamps.