Naughty Little Wishes (Birthday Dare) Read Online Free Page B

I’ll find out since you’re probably staying in the guest apartment upstairs.”
    “Ouch.” He held a hand to his chest, mocking pain. “No need to be harsh.”
    Or judgmental. She’d muffled her own cries of pleasure against Drew’s shoulder. A server opened the sliding door and a mixture of cool and humid air whispered over her warm cheeks. A few people mingled outside near the pool where three round tables with linen and place-settings awaited guests.
    Tab accepted a glass of merlot from Mitch. “When does the party officially start?”
    “In about fifteen minutes. Did anyone fill you in on what tonight is about?”
    “Jasmine said it’s a dinner for new clients.”
    “Mainly.” He took a sip of vodka and leaned against the bar. “But there’s also a few established and prospective clients in the mix to keep it spicy. The established ones make us look good and the new ones help sway the prospectives.”
    “And I’m here to round out the numbers.”
    He chuckled. “Don’t knock it. You’ve got it easy. I have to help Drew wrangle Bob Harrison. He’s one of our special cases.”
    “What do you mean?” In her world, “special” meant pain in the ass.
    He gave her a speculative look. “You know about what happened to Drew five years ago, right?”
    “I heard he had a tough recovery after a car accident.”
    “It was more than tough. It was a bitch of a recovery and not just the physical part.” Mitch drank from his tumbler. “His girlfriend at the time, Shana, was in the car, too. The accident ended her modeling career, and her congressman father blamed Drew. He and Devin had just gotten the company off the ground, and the man used every connection he had to influence the major contractors they’d won over to leave. All of them pulled out except one.”
    “Bob Harrison.”
    Mitch toasted her. “You got it.” He finished off his drink and gestured to the bartender for a refill. “Harrison went a step further and helped them secure international contracts to keep the company afloat. Two years later, Bode-Wynn’s reputation was solid, and all the clients they’d lost begged to come back. But now Bob’s decided not to renew his contract.”
    “Why?”
    “That’s the question we can’t answer, but I do know one thing. Harrison is like a mentor to Drew. He won’t show it, but if Harrison leaves, it’ll hurt him in ways that have nothing to do with the contract.”
    Mitch was probably right. From the way Drew had reacted when she’d tried to bandage him up, he’d bury the pain. Just like her brother, no one would see the impact of the loss until it was too late.
    Attention shifted in the room. Drew walked through the living room archway. His sedate brown suit didn’t take away from his capable image, but it didn’t do him justice. He wore the same combination all the time. Was it a throw back from his military days having to always wear a uniform? And that damned red tie. If she ever got into his closet, she’d burn every one of them.
    His gaze found hers. Vivid recollections overwhelmed her professional eye—rippling muscle, his full, hard length inside of her, the rush of orgasm, holding on as he shuddered in release.
    “Hey, don’t look so worried, gorgeous.” Mitch winked. “It’s all under control. When Andrew Bode negotiates, he always wins.”
    …
    Drew tracked Tab’s laughter to the other table. Smiling at the man sitting next to her, she took a sip of wine, and then glided her tongue along her lower lip. She’d tasted like mint candy—cool and sweet. Earlier, he’d stood under an icy shower, the flavor lingering in his mouth. His cock had grown hard as if her snug pussy was wrapped around him again.
    “Ms. Drake is an interesting woman. I enjoyed talking to her earlier.” Bob Harrison set his glass on the table, a faraway look in his eyes. “She reminds me of Grace, stylish, confident, good with people.” He smiled ruefully. “Unfortunately, Natalie inherited