Twin Temptations (5 page)

“Work it is then,” he said easily, catching the smile before she could deny its presence. “As there is only one form of exercise I wish to do right now, and only one woman with whom I want to do it with, work might be the best current compromise.”

Samantha could no longer hide her smile or the very faint blush which crossed her cheeks. She refused to rise to
that
bait either.

“I’ll meet you at the offices then,” she replied firmly, attempting to take back the control he seemed to so easily steal from her. “You have keys to the building, I assume?”

Callum nodded and patted his pants pocket. “Bella gave them to me last week when I finished my move.”

As the valet brought her car around she turned to say goodbye, but found his lips lightly pressing down onto hers instead. She indulged her desire for a second or two, letting herself wallow in the feel of his mouth softly moving onto and over hers. They pulled away simultaneously. Sam chortled at their almost identical expressions, both hungry for more but each of them wary of the intensity between them.

“Ten minutes?” he said, green eyes hot and roaming over her face. Samantha nodded and climbed into her car. She hated driving in high heels, but the quicker she looked at the files, the quicker she could try to work out the million and one things in her head.

Waving to Callum as he stood in the half-light and watched her drive away, Samantha turned her favorite “I-am-not-depressed” CD on full volume and tried to let the music wash her mind clear.

She had a feeling she’d need all of her concentration to be in close confines with Callum and search for any evidence of what happened to those wolf cubs.

Chapter Five

Samantha and Callum entered the reception area of the Rutledge Wolf Foundation. In the darkness, with the faint light from the street filtering in through the window, the place had an empty, eerie feel to it.

“Let’s start with my office,” Callum offered as he started to walk towards his area.

“After that, if we’re not completely exhausted, we can see if Bella or Alexander have any files that we should check through as well.”

Samantha followed him through a door into a small office. Two desks sat on either side. A largely framed photo of Bella and Alexander hugging on a sunny day in the park graced one desk, upon which numerous neatly aligned piles of paper were stacked. The other desk was bare except for a pad of paper and a few scattered pens.
Callum must share his office with Bella
, Samantha mused. She figured anything underhanded Callum could have possibly done must have occurred out in Australia. With the shared, open plan office, there was no way he could have had privacy to organize anything here without Bella or any of the other staff swiftly made aware of it. Callum had helped transport those cubs directly from Australia. He hadn’t moved into his apartment and all his gear had still been shipping over when the event had taken place.

Before she could head over to the filing cabinet, she felt Callum standing next to her, positively radiating heat. She felt her breath hitch as she turned to face him and saw the hunger in his face. He pressed her against the back of the door, closing it as he ruthlessly took her mouth with his.

Callum felt almost all of his restraint dissolve as he finally allowed himself to unleash the pent-up need for this woman. Tilting his head, he opened her mouth and let

his tongue slide in, licking and tasting her, almost feeling high on the pleasure coursing through his body at just the tangle of their tongues.

His hands were everywhere, looking for her hot spots and lingering over sensitive areas that had her shivering. Callum reveled in the little sounds of pleasure Samantha gave to him, intimate, erotic sounds only a lover would ever hear. Growling, he felt the fire in him explode as she began to unbutton his tuxedo shirt, sliding a hand in to touch the hot skin of his chest. Unable to believe the strength of passion and heat this woman brought out in him, Callum had trouble restraining himself. He wrapped one arm around her waist, drawing her directly against the heated length of his body and, taking the bulk of her weight, pivoted on one foot and turned them both.

He now rested his back against the heavy wooden door and let both his hands wander freely around the silky material of her dress. Kissing her passionately, he felt amazement as he discovered the whole one side of her dress was split up the leg practically to her hip.

“How the hell do you walk in this thing and not flash everyone?” he asked hoarsely as he ran a hand inside the slinky material. He found no garters and no stockings, just naked, warm flesh underneath his hand. He palmed her ass, amazed to still feel nothing but the rounded, intimately soft flesh.

“Years of practice,” he heard Sam whisper huskily as she strung kisses along his jaw.

As one hand busily pushed down the tiny, thin shoulder straps of her dress, the other roamed over her ass, finally finding a miniscule scrap of lace he assumed passed for a thong.

Women actually pay good money for a piece of lace that is so thin it feels like a single
thread? Are they insane?

With a quick tug, Callum ripped the tiny piece of lace from her hips and looked at the scrap now limp in his hand. A wicked grin crossed his face as he noticed the red silk

flowers daintily embroidered into the lacy motif, the shade matching the color of Samantha’s sexy gown exactly.

Callum spent a few seconds imagining how it would have looked covering Samantha’s pussy. The naughty visual gave him a small understanding of why women might enjoy wearing such tiny, teasing sets of panties. Carefully, pace by pace, he walked them both across the room. Neither of them let go of the other. Halfway across the office he lost his jacket and shirt, moaning at the immense pleasure Samantha gave him as she traced her fingers delicately over his pecs and her fingernail flicked his nipple.

Callum managed to find the slim zipper on her side, pull it free and push her dress down from her chest and over her hips. He looked at the lacy scrap of thong still in his hand and carefully placed it in his pants pocket. Finally they made it to the soft couch Bella had shown him with such pride a week or so before. He had seen his cousin interviewing people on it, insisting the couch was a far more intimate and comfortable arrangement than chairs could hope to be.

Better business, she had blithely assured him.

Callum hadn’t really understood the difference between a couch and a few comfortable armchairs, but he swore to thank Bella for her foresight the following day. Samantha pulled herself free and Callum had to fist his hands, which automatically itched to grab her back. He restrained himself, as he didn’t get the feeling that this luscious woman was attempting to run from him.

Proving his instinct right, Samantha merely took a few steps backward and fell down gracefully onto the couch, splaying her legs wide and looking for all the world like a sexy siren beckoning him to his death.

The moonlight washed over her pale body, and he knew he had never seen such beauty in all his years.

With a mocking glint in her eye, she raised one red-stilettoed foot to prop against the arm of the couch. She waited patiently for him, her eyes hot and wicked.

Callum kicked off his own shoes, impatiently pulled at his socks and carelessly left them where they fell. Knowing if he removed his pants and boxer briefs the game would be over long before their time, he kept the rest of his clothes on and stepped toward the gorgeous woman in front of him. Kneeling on the floor before her, he caressed her ankles as he unstrapped the sparkly buckle.

“A man on his knees, exactly where I love them,” she purred sensually. Unbelievably, he felt his cock tighten and harden even more. Incredibly grateful that he had had the foresight to not remove his pants. Otherwise he would have spread her legs and plunged balls-deep into her right then and to hell with her sandals.

“You’ll have your turn, Sammi,” he promised, conviction resonating in his voice. “I think we’ll both spend plenty of time on our knees, don’t you?”

While she merely grinned, he carefully unbuckled the other stiletto, placing both of them safely underneath the couch where they wouldn’t get trod upon later. Finally, he was free to indulge himself. He allowed himself to relax his control and do what he had been impatient to do since the second he had seen her. He spread her legs wide and gazed in rapt enjoyment at her heavily weeping pussy. Neatly clipped brown hair covered her secrets, the pearly colored cream drawing him to her slit like a beacon. Holding a tight, fierce grip on his self-control, wanting to give her more pleasure than any man ever had or could in the future, he brought his face right up to the apex of her thighs and licked her slowly, savoring the flavor and texture of her outer lips.

He ran his tongue gently up over her folds, separating the pouting lips tenderly. He gloried in her moan, enjoyed the way she shifted her hips so he had better access to her swollen pussy.

She was so damp, so swollen, that he knew without a doubt she had been thinking about this, been hot and waiting for his sexual possession for hours. No woman could be this ready, this needy in a few mere minutes of foreplay.

No, his Samantha had been working herself up through the dinner, and maybe even been far more effected by their tryst in the garden than he had previously understood. He filed away the thought that Samantha seemed to be attempting to hide many of her physical responses to him.

He inhaled her scent, a spicy, utterly feminine smell of musky need. As he lapped at her juices, he rolled the unique taste around his mouth, thinking how grateful he was that at least in this manner, she couldn’t lie or hide from him.

“You taste delicious, Sammi,” he said huskily, reluctant to move away from her even to say this. “Like ambrosia.”

She laughed softly and raised her arms above her head, letting them hang over the edge of the couch. The gesture of feminine surrender fired him up even further, made him feel potently masculine and like a conquering hero. Callum returned his head to her apex, stroked a finger over her clit and dived back to lap at her offerings. He watched her, mesmerized by the way her long, dark curls fell, the sleepy, lazy burn of her dark blue eyes. Her breasts were full, heavy, pale brown nipples peaked and begging for his attention.

Enjoying the way Samantha moaned and twisted to give him easier access, Callum raised his other hand so both could now toy and play with her lush body.

“Callum,” she panted, and he knew she needed more, but he wanted to draw this first time between them out as long as physically possible. He felt a deep-seated need to bring her everything he could. He continued to play with her nipple and clit, lapped her steadily flowing slit more quickly, running his tongue over her swollen, sensitive flesh. He paused, amazed, as he felt her hands reach his shoulders and try to draw him upward and closer to her body.

“I need you right now. I can’t wait any longer,” she panted, and he felt his heart swell and overflow. He released her nipple and kissed her fiercely, letting her taste herself on his lips.

With no warning, and knowing none was needed, as wet and swollen as she was, he thrust two fingers deeply inside her.

Samantha cried out, and he swallowed the sound hungrily, rubbed her clit and stroked the inside of her tightly clenching walls. He looked at her and he could
see
it in her eyes when the climax ripped through her. Her eyes went a deeper shade of blue, shock and surprise lying in their depths.

She screamed, making herself cut the sound off as she pressed her lips together.

“No,” he panted. “Don’t close it off, give those sounds to me. I love to hear them.”

He continued to stroke her, and she closed her eyes, arched her neck and moaned deeply, a harsh sound torn from her soul.

Callum smiled as he continued to softly pet her until her breathing returned to normal. For a moment they just rested there in each other’s arms, breathing in one another’s scents until Samantha tilted her head up and opened her eyes, stared directly at him.

“I do believe it’s your turn now,” she said softly, melting his heart even more.

“Are you sure?” he asked carefully, wanting her to be fully aware of all the ramifications of them doing this together. “Because if we do this, then there’s no running away again. I won’t let you. If you have even the slightest doubts, Sammi, you better stop us right now. I won’t mind.”

Yeah. Right,
his mind sneered, but Callum pushed the thought away. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to finish this, but he felt adamant it would be Samantha’s choice. If they had sex now she would be making a commitment to him and that was final. He freely gave her the choice, but once she made it, he would not let her back out from it.

From the way she paused, looked him over, he knew she understood exactly where he was coming from. When she nodded and smiled at him, he felt his whole body relax with the relief.

Chapter Six

Callum watched, utterly amazed as Samantha spread her legs invitingly, widening his view of her pussy. When she reached up, fumbled with the odd fastenings of his tux pants, he laughed softly. He reached down, rested his fingers on hers and showed her how to free him from the restriction of his clothes.

He felt fully charged and as eager as a schoolboy. There was just something about this time, something about Samantha, that made him feel as if this was particularly special, particularly precious.

As they undid the clasps and unzipped his fly, he stripped his shirt from his body, then let Samantha tug his pants down to the floor. He stood in front of her, naked as the day he was born. He let her look her fill, her eyes hungrily searching over his body, resting and widening slightly at his thick, erect staff. He had never been one to compare himself to others, but he could feel how impressed Samantha was, and he let a purely masculine satisfaction rush over him for just a moment. He climbed onto the couch and gently stroked her face. His cock leaked a tiny pearl of pre-come, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.