Charles finished cleaning himself up and glanced at his watch. He’d been in the bathroom for twenty-five minutes. Would Ginevra think he’d fallen in?
He took another deep breath; he was going to do this. He avoided his gaze in the mirror and walked back to Ginevra’s bedroom, naked and tense, and with a hard-on that surprised him.
Ginevra had folded back the duvet and the top sheet. She was lying on the bed, propped up against a mound of pillows. This was the first time he’d seen her naked—except she wasn’t quite. The silver-colored leather harness with black O-rings framed her hips, and at the apex of her thighs, the black dildo jutted upward.
Charles couldn’t tear his gaze from the sight before him. On the nightstand was a tube of water-based lube, and she must have coated the dildo wi
