“But—”

“I’ll be in at ten on Monday morning. We can figure out the company bullshit then. For now, I have plans.”

All four siblings eyed me, Rock with a lascivious gaze, the others questioning.

What could I say? I didn’t owe any of them any explanation. None of their business if I was going to go to my client’s—my client’s son’s—hotel room for wild and crazy sex. We were both consenting adults.

So why in hell did I feel like I had to say something?

“We’re just going to…” Warmth crept into my cheeks.

“It’s none of their business.” Rock stood and held out his hand to me.

I took it and rose. “It’s just some business stuff,” I mumbled.

“If business means me fucking you until you can’t see straight,” he whispered into my ear.

I willed my legs to stay steady. “I’m…so sorry for your loss,” I said to the siblings.

“You don’t see any of us crying, do you?” Reid chuckled and gestured to Rock. “He’s trouble, though. Watch out for him.”

Trouble. How well I already knew.

Trouble I really wanted to get into.

My libido was in overdrive as Rock unlocked the door to his hotel room. A spacious suite greeted me. Of course. Wolfe money.

“Reid made the reservation,” Rock said, almost apologetically. “This really isn’t my style.”

“What is your style?”

“I’m a bare bones kind of guy. I don’t need a lot of fluff in my life. Just a cozy place to hang my hat and rest my body, my Harley that goes like the wind, and decent food in the belly. A good bourbon now and then. That’s me.”

“You mean you weren’t raised this way?”

He scoffed. “I was raised in a golden palace. Until I was fourteen, that is. Then everything changed.”

I’d heard the rumors. Rock had been sent off to military school, though I didn’t know why. Derek Wolfe never told me, and neither did any of his kids. I got the feeling no one talked about it. But if we were going to have a relationship, I needed to know.

“How did it change?”

He stalked toward me, his gaze igniting fire between my legs. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“Then what do you—”

His lips came down on mine.

And I no longer cared why he’d been sent to military school.

I cared only about his tongue touching mine, his hard body against mine. He pushed me against the wall and ground into me, groaning into my mouth.

The kiss…so wild, raw, and untamed. Just like Rock Wolfe himself.

Rock Wolfe, a rebel who’d left everything behind. But a good man. A man who was now leaving everything behind again to save a company for his siblings.