Rogue's Passion(70)

“Olivia,” he rasped, as though he’d completely lost his voice. Dark passion flared in his eyes, making the tiny thong she wore suddenly wet. He hadn’t said he felt the same way she did, but then words weren’t his strong point—actions were. And that was all she needed for now. His gaze dropped to her mouth and his full lips parted. He was going to kiss the hell out of her and she was going to let him. She’d never had office sex before, but there was a first time for everything.
“Agree with what?” a deep voice said from behind.
She froze. They turned around to see Rand and one of the mechanics standing in the open doorway. Somehow neither of them had noticed that the noise from the garage had gotten louder.
Asher gave her a kiss that was entirely too quick, then let her go. “Olivia thinks she knows everything.”
“Thinks?” She sauntered back to her desk. “I know.”
    







 
    Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance by Jennifer Ashley, Alyssa Day, Felicity Heaton, Erin Kellison, Laurie London, Erin Quinn, Bonnie Vanak and Caris Roane
    
 


 
CHAPTER 23
The next few weeks flew by quickly. Olivia organized the opening weekend festivities at Reckless Motocross Park, and Asher went to Cascadia again. Not only did he need to appear before the taghta magistrates at Red Mountain, but he wanted to make sure his trail had gone cold for the Fixer. Then, when he least expected it, Asher and his team would track him down and kill him. 
Since he didn’t want to be gone any longer than absolutely necessary, he came back through the portal as soon as the ceremony was over. He missed Olivia more than he thought possible, so having portal sickness was a small price to pay.
For hours, he lay on the cold stone floor of the antechamber, stomach churning, head throbbing. He vomited a few times. The next Iron Guild warrior to come through and see that would not be happy, but there was nothing he could do about it. Somehow, he made it back to Reckless, stopping the bike a few times along the way to be sick. Conry was excited to see him, turning around in circles as if he were a puppy. Olivia took one look at him and marched him straight to bed. When she laid her hands on him, healing energy swept through him and he fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to see Olivia standing over him, a tray of food in her hands.
“Feeling better?” she asked, setting it down beside him on the bed.
He sat up on one elbow and did an inventory. Stomach ache gone. Headache gone. Muscle aches gone. “You…can heal iron sickness?”
She shrugged. “You tell me.”
“I feel great.” He grabbed a banana off the tray, peeled it, and stuffed it in his mouth. By all accounts, he should be as sick as Rickert had been in the hunting cabin. No one crossed back through the portal as soon as he had, because when you did, that was what happened. “And I’m starving.”
“Good thing I brought food then.” She brushed the hair out of his eyes. “So what plans do you have today?”
He yawned. “Nothing. I wasn’t expecting to feel well enough to do anything for the next few days.”
“Good. Because it’s Saturday, I don’t have to work, and my mom invited us to dinner tonight.”
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The driver’s window on the Charger was stuck in the open position, sucking out any warm air inside. They hadn’t realized it wasn’t working until Olivia lowered it to adjust her mirror and it wouldn’t roll all the way back up. Asher was irritated with himself that he hadn’t thought to check it.
James had done a great job with the car in the body shop, and it was now sporting a new coat of metallic purple paint. Not a stock color by any stretch of the imagination, but Olivia said it was her favorite color, so that was good enough for Asher. Everything under the hood ran great, but damn it, he’d forgotten to check some of the little things.
Asher blew on his hands. Even though the heat was cranked, it was still damn cold inside. He’d take a look at it when they got to Granite Falls. See if he could get the damn thing up before they left to go back.
“My mom is going to be shocked when we show up early,” Olivia said, brushing the hair from her face.
“Why?”
“Because I’m usually late.”
“Then I must be a good influence.”
She gave a little smile. “Let’s just hope she sees it that way.”
Neither of them spoke for a few moments, both lost in their thoughts.
They’d made love in the shower this morning, then again on the bed. When he jokingly told her their sex slave arrangement had long ago expired, she replied that it was too late. She was hopelessly addicted to him and would require sex on a daily basis, if not more. She’d said this as she was straddling him, her expression serious and focused. He wasn’t about to argue because (1) he felt the same about her, and (2) she was a pain in the ass if she didn’t get her way. Gripping his cock like she owned it, she’d guided him to her center and slid gloriously down his length.