“Get my hands on you while you’re at my mercy? Yep,” she says cheerfully, wriggling out of her khaki shorts to leave her in just her panties and tank top. She takes a moment to appreciate the long line of line, pale and wide and filling out black underwear so nicely, before she shakes herself and climbs onto the bed.

There’s a bottle of unscented lotion on her bedside table, another small luxury, and she grabs it before straddling base of Ben’s spine and settling down on top of him.

“Now, I’ve never given anyone a massage,” she says easily, while squirting a dollop of lotion between Ben’s shoulder blades, “but how hard can it be?”