“I’m really crappy at bowling,” she admitted, grinning as she took off the harness. “I’m also a complete failure at knitting, archery, and throwing axes or knives.” He gave her a curious look. “Angel talked some of us into going to the Renaissance Fair with her a few months ago. For reference, she is pretty decent at all of those things, especially the knives, although Adam’s better.”

“Throwing knives and axes sounds fun,” he mused, looking intrigued. Olivia groaned. Not that she’d hated the Renaissance Festival at all, but the competition at those particular stalls had become fierce among those who were actually good at it. Which was not her. She’d ended up wandering off with Sharon and Kate to track down turkey legs and more beer while the others wasted close to two hours and several hundred dollars collectively just to prove who was the best. In recompense, they got enough vouchers to get everyone a free trip through the maze.

Which had also been fun, but since the maze only cost two dollars to go through anyway...

Chuckling, Luke slung his arm around her shoulders, her own arm sliding around his waist as they walked back out to his car. She liked being tucked under his arm, feeling how much larger and stronger he was than her, and knowing he would get on his knees in an instant for her if she ordered him to.

That was power... and even with everything else going on, it never failed to make her really hot.

Luke should have known a date with Olivia wouldn’t quite end up like a date with any other woman.

With other women he’d dated, after a date he’d taken them home—either to their place or to his—they’d kissed, made their way to the bedroom, and gotten down to it. Not Olivia.

Just like at the club, Olivia made a production out of it.

Not that he really minded, not anymore and definitely not with her. He’d gotten used to the sensation of the anal plugs and he no longer had any problem admitting he liked it. Everyone at Stronghold and Marquis knew what Olivia liked to do, everyone knew he and Olivia were dating—and having sex—now, and no one treated him any differently. His brother hadn’t even ribbed him again about it since the last time Luke had blown up at him.