After the end of our movie marathon and a healthy lunch of turkey on rye, I showered, carefully following Devon’s instructions to shave all body hair off my chest, belly, and groin area, and to prep myself for him. I felt oddly exposed as I emerged from the shower. Devon waggled his brows lasciviously as I entered the bedroom searching for my clothes. He looked gorgeous in his leather pants and boots, his naked chest gleaming.
“No need to get dressed. Follow me.”
He led me into the playroom and I gasped. I’d forgotten about his earlier hint, but now as I stood among dozens of candles, I recalled the Great Hall’s enchanted ceiling.
He motioned for me to lie face up on a leather-covered massage table. As I lay back, I noticed that there were speakers rigged in the four corners of the room
