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A flush climbed from the neckline of her dress to her cheeks.

I leaned closer to her ear. “Did you like being on display like that?”

Her eyes found mine in the window.

“Having another woman focused on your cunt while you lay there spread open for her camera?” I lowered my voice. “Did you show her how you like to touch yourself?”

Her face went scarlet.

“No. It wasn’t like that.”

“No?”

“The only thing I was thinking about was surprising you.” She looked back at the picture, her voice dropping a little. “I kept wondering what it would do to you when you opened it.”

A low laugh escaped me.

“Oh, you got my attention, all right.”

That might have been the understatement of my life.

If Aria hadn’t arranged the photographer herself and had her vetted through DarkMatter, there was a fair chance someone would’ve been digging a grave by now. Isabella had already tried to reassure me in the SUV that the woman was completely professional, did this all the time, and photographed famous clients who expected discretion.

None of that changed the basic problem.

Somebody else had seen my girl like this.

Knowing Nik, every copy outside of our phones had probably already disappeared into the digital abyss.

I still didn’t like another pair of eyes on her pussy.

That privilege belonged to me.

I released her waist and stepped away long enough to lock the phone and set it on the nightstand, then loosened my tie.

Isabella turned slightly from the window to watch my hands.

I pulled the tie free from my collar and tossed it onto the bed before starting on the buttons of my shirt.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Mouse?”

Her mouth curved into that quiet, wicked smile I was learning could get a man into all kinds of trouble.

“Naughty?” She tipped her head. “Playful? You tell me.”

“Definitely naughty.”

I untucked my shirt and shrugged it off as I walked back toward her.

For all my irritation over the photographer, I couldn’t pretend the pictures weren’t hot as fuck. They were. I intended to keep every one of them.

Next time, though, I’d be the man behind the camera.

I could already see a new hobby in my future.

“So you’re saying you didn’t like them?” Her lower lip pushed out in an exaggerated pout. “That’s unfortunate. I suppose I’ll never send you pictures of myself again.”

I stopped in front of her.