“I’ve emailed you about some security systems you should look into,” Michael said, moving around Luke to rejoin everyone in the living room. “Nothing crazy expensive, but just some basic stuff which might help us catch this asshole.”

“Thank you,” Olivia said. Kind of nice to have her own little set of minions doing all the things she’d planned on. The guys could be so cute when they kicked into high gear, even if she wished it wasn’t necessary.

By the time everyone else left, Luke had managed to maneuver himself onto the couch beside Olivia with her bare feet in his lap so he could give them a massage. She was laying back against the arm of the couch, an almost sleepy smile on her face, and a lot of the tension leeched from her body. Seeing her so relaxed, after being so anxious and upset, made him feel like a freaking king.

“This is nice,” she said, rubbing the foot he wasn’t massaging against his leg almost teasingly. Her leg twisted, curving her foot around to caress the inside of his thigh. “I hope you like giving foot massages because you’re giving me ideas for date nights.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asked, sliding his fingers through her toes and enjoying her pleased moan. His cock was already half hard just from this. Serving her, taking care of her like this, was a turn on for him even if he couldn’t exactly explain why. This was the easy part of submitting to her.

“Movie and massage nights. I choose the movie of course.”

“Shouldn’t the person giving the massage choose the movie?” he asked mildly, sweeping his thumb up into the ball of her foot and pressing. Her moan was almost orgasmic and his cock jerked.

“I suppose it might be fun to let you try and convince me,” she said, teasing.

Keeping the eye contact between them, he brought her foot up to his mouth and pressed his lips against the top of it. Heat and desire flared in her eyes, and she reached up to brush a lock of her flaming red hair off her forehead.

“I think that sounds like a lot of fun, Scarlet.”

Her lips pressed. Twisted slightly.

Goal achieved.

“Not tonight though,” she said, sighing as she reluctantly pulled her foot out of his hands. She glanced over at the clock and made a face. “It’s after midnight, I need to go to bed. We need to go to bed.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“We’re not going there tonight, cupcake.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said again, standing and holding out his hand to help her up. He still liked the glint she got in her eyes when he called her that even if she stayed true to her word and didn’t do anything more than give him a very thorough kiss goodnight before curling up around him and falling asleep.