The tree had handled everything except a warning that Nicholas Shadowfell was about to stand up which meant she was about to witness a physics-defying dick-display of a wolf king.
Their clothes were laid out beside the pool. Folded. Dry. Sorted. Stain-free. It was better laundry service than most kingdoms.
Nicholas Shadowfell stood and stepped out of the pool.
Guinevere's face heated at a rate that suggested the water around her should have started bubbling. It didn't. Close, though.
Up until this point, she had been body-blocking his dick, and now it was exposed, fully operational, and standing at full mast.
She forced her eyes off him and onto the wall. The wall was safe. A perfect, judgment-free gentleman who would never once mention that she'd just been staring at a shameless wolf king's ding-dong.
