Free Wishful Sinful (Rock Royalty Book 5) by Christie Ridgway

manufacturing arm.”
    “Which you consider to be the boring part anyway.” A little grin played at her lips. “Your interest lies on the invention side.”
    “Nerd inside and out.”
    “Right.” She rolled her eyes. “On the outside, you’re definitely more GQ than G-E-E-K.”
    “Funny.” He relaxed against the seat and spread his arms along its back. This was the Honey from the office, the one with an understated but clever sense of humor who caught on quickly to his train of thought. “So connecting with Featherstone is an aim, but it won’t come in the form of a traditional meeting…at least not at first. The organizers intend this weekend to be more of a social affair.”
    She tilted her head, a line digging itself between her brows. “Social affair?”
    Now why did that last word on her pretty mouth sound so titillating? He couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping to her legs again, and he cursed himself as she flushed and tugged at the hem of her skirt.
    Tipping his bottle to his lips, he took another bracing swallow of cold liquid. “I mean it’s going to have a more social flavor . Meals during which we can mingle. Cocktail parties. A casino night…that kind of thing. The consortium coordinators have declared us to be a suspicious lot—due to the top secret nature of our work. So the idea is that by getting to know each other outside of a conference room or a corporate office we might make stronger alliances.”
    “So the weekend’s supposed to be like one long golf game. Isn’t it at the country club where company heads often play and make deals at the same time?”
    “If the damn eighteen holes didn’t take so many hours, I suppose I’d be on the green more often,” Walsh groused.
    “It’s not a crime to be away from your desk on occasion.” She smiled. “Maybe even for an entire day.”
    Your workaholic ways are sucking the humanity out of you.
    He groaned. “Not you, too.”
    Except he could see it, suddenly, that extended time away from work. Aimless mornings and lazy afternoons in bed with Honey. She probably liked to do the crossword puzzle, and he’d distract her from filling in boxes by filling her from behind, her pretty ass in the air, taking his cock, squeezing on it in her throes of orgasm. Her cries would start ladylike, and he’d make it his duty to wring loud sounds of passion from her.
    She’d bury her face in the pillow to muffle them, but he’d fist his hand in that honey-gold air and yank back her head to watch her cheeks flush and her eyes glaze over as he pumped roughly into her pulsing sex.
    Blood shot to his groin, and his dick hardened at the thought. If alone, he’d draw the heel of his hand down its stiffening length to ease the ache, but here he had to suffer.
    He should suffer. It was time to recall he didn’t want a woman who would interfere with his work. Instead of finding someone who flung him into passion, he needed a woman in his life who would understand his priorities. Sure, he’d give her respect and pay attention to her needs, but he didn’t want his needs to be hijacked.
    Raw desire, the kind that put a man in a fever of want and a haze of lust was too distracting.
    Destructive.
    “I think we’re here,” his admin said.
    He glanced out the windows and saw they were driving through ornate gates painted the color of a flamingo. The greenery was lush and tropical, and to the west he caught glimpses of stretches of sand and a tranquil bay. They continued on along a narrow tract, past an elegant hacienda-styled building that he knew had been built in the 1960s by a European princess. Now it was restaurants and guest rooms.
    Honey frowned as they passed the impressive old building. “We’re not staying there?”
    When he shrugged, she knocked on the window dividing them from the driver. The man obligingly rolled it down. “We’re not there?” she asked, pointing behind them.
    He shook his head. “Closer to la playa .”
    Another couple of