Chapter 150

The wall disappears, replaced by Asher’s curious face. “Other things like what?” Asher reiterates.

“Like what you just did,” Olivia says but doesn’t expand.

It’s enough for Asher however, as it often is, and the mob boss confirms it with a graze of his mouth on Olivia’s nape. “This?”

“Mhm,” Olivia smiles.

“What else?”

Olivia shuffles on her back and Asher reclines in response. Olivia pushes the hem of her sweater to display her marked hip. She takes Asher’s wrist, guiding the fingers that eagerly spread on her waist. “That too.”

“What else?” Asher says again and his palm coddles Olivia’s side in a measured, supple caress, goosebumps erupting in its wake.

Olivia feels quite confident, however, she’s not bold enough to slide Asher’s hand under the rim of her pants, a compromising gesture one can make at 5 a.m. that Olivia refuses to indulge into. For now. She opts instead to place Asher’s other hand on her thigh above the pajama.

“This,” Olivia says, playing with her tongue piercing to