Chapter 151

Asher lets go and he presses his index and middle finger on his mouth before carrying the kiss to Olivia’s temple. “Good.”

Without any additional words, Asher works on the blueprints once more while Olivia remains where she is, surveying the mob boss, tracing the curves of Asher’s nose, the full lips that she wants to have on her skin again but makes no demand for just yet.

There’s something in Olivia that unfurls, akin to how it felt earlier at her apartment, and it’s not subspace, per se.

It’s a simple yearning to be compliant and please Asher that translates as softly as it flourished.

Olivia, after taking the bottle again, leans over the boss’ lap to take Asher’s empty glass before perching herself back on her crossed feet tucked under her thighs.

It only takes her a few seconds to fill the glass with water that she soon hands it out to Asher.

Asher glances at the present. His gaze lights up with a contentment that grows when he hooks his fingers around the glass.

Asher’s pride is