"I could deal with both," Charles replied, tucking an arm under his head so as to get a better view of both Anne and her attentions. His eyes raked over the woman, very much taken with how well the gown she'd acquired accentuated the body he'd come to appreciate so well without completely revealing it.

He sighed as he felt Anne's clever fingers run along his waking length.

"You've needed the rest, there's no questioning that. But I won't like and say I'm not happy to see you're feeling up to a bit of action." Charles looked down and smiled. "I am happy to be in your hands."