Twin Temptations (6 page)

“This time will have to be fast, baby. I’m sorry, but I want you too much.”

When Samantha smiled, laughed lightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, he felt himself tense up even more in preparation for his explosion.

“I am not delicate or a virgin, Cal. I am more than happy to mix the rough with the gentle.”

Callum bent down and kissed her softly, gently, wanting her to experience the awe and incredible pleasure he too felt.

“I won’t break,” she whispered softly against his lips, and he felt his restraint disappear as if it had never been there.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and with a hand on her hip to guide himself, he plunged his cock deeply inside her. She arched into him, accepting him fully, and Callum felt his heart melt and fly into her small, delicate hands. She embraced him, accepted him, pushed him for more and more and he knew he would never get over her.

Holy shit, I’ve fallen in love
! he realized, not without a large dose of surprise. Callum drew Samantha up to him, pulled her as closely as he could. He angled himself so he rubbed her clit as he thrust in and out of her gloving heat. Kissing her fiercely, desperately yearning for more, Callum licked and ate at her mouth. With the new realization of love clear in his head, he needed everything he could get from her. Mindful of the slimness of the couch, Callum held Samantha tightly to him. Restricting her movements only seemed to inflame them both even more. She ravaged his mouth, tangled her tongue with his and seemed to draw from him everything he could offer.

He held himself firmly in check, grazing her clit in the desperate hope she could find her pleasure before he lost his mind. He felt Samantha stiffen under him and he halted, worried for a moment he had hurt her somehow.

“Don’t…stop…” she gasped, and he realized she had been even closer to the edge than he had understood. He withdrew from her slowly, letting her savor the friction, and then he plunged into her as deeply as he could once more. Samantha screamed and he could feel the sound being ripped from her, tearing through her body. He felt the contractions of her pussy clenching around himself, and stilling, he waited a few seconds to allow the exquisite sensation milk his thick, hard shaft.

A moment later, Samantha’s body began to relax, all the tension of her climax seeping out of her body, leaving it boneless. The lazy smile, the sparkle in her eyes let him know she had found her satisfaction. As if he had been released from a spell,

Callum let himself go, pumped into her only a few more times before he shouted his own release, spilling his seed deeply inside her and filling her with his essence. Exhilarated, Callum pulled Samantha even closer to him, crushing her against his chest and gently bit down on her neck as he pumped himself into her over and over. A second later, he felt as if all the energy and air left him, and he collapsed on her. When she shifted under him, he made a face and carefully turned let his body drop to the floor and pulled Samantha on top of him, and then rolled her under him once more. He desperately willed himself to magically become erect again, but his body refused to accommodate him. Callum honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had indulged in such all-consuming sex. Certainly he had never bellowed like that before, never felt his ejaculation go on and on.

It would be at least a little while before his body let him repeat the experience. With Samantha panting and lying beneath him, he let his body relax and enjoy the feel of her.

Chapter Seven

Samantha lay panting. Her entire body felt lax, utterly sapped of all its energy. She honestly couldn’t remember when she had either enjoyed sex more or had had such an astonishingly fantastic orgasm.

“Goddess,” she whispered softly, mostly to herself, still not fully having her breath back. When Callum only chuckled and rolled the bulk of his weight onto his side, her hands reached for his shoulders of their own volition, instantly wanting him covering her once again. She bit her lip, wondering what the hell she should do now. She was supposed to be finding the missing cubs, not to mention proving to Alexander that Callum had absolutely nothing to do with their disappearance, but instead she was indulging—again!—with knock-your-socks-off, mind-blowing sex with Callum.

“Goddess,” she whispered again as she squeezed her eyes shut. She needed to get a grip on herself, needed to get to work on finding the poor cubs and returning them to where they belonged.

“You know,” Callum said, still rather breathless, “in anyone else, that kind of stunned mindlessness would sound good. But I have a feeling you’re not swearing over how wonderful that just was.”

Samantha opened her eyes and looked deeply into her lover’s green eyes.
My lover
, her mind resonated, stuck for a moment on that heart-stopping information.

How right it sounded. How utterly perfect. Problem was, there was still a mound of things between them that they needed to talk about, and right now the only thing she wanted was cast-iron proof that he was free and clear and someone else was responsible for the kidnapping of the two cubs.

“What is it? You’re not stressing about protection, are you? I know you’re clean, and I swear I am too.”

Samantha squeezed her eyes shut again. She did not want this conversation. They might be both clean, but she now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was her True Mate, and so she could still become pregnant.

They
could get pregnant.

Samantha stood up and stalked out of the office. Opening the private connecting door, she strode through into Alexander’s office. She knew he kept a gym bag in his wardrobe, and Samantha desperately needed to put some clothes on, to get some distance.

This whole…whatever it could be called…had been a complete mess from start to finish. How was she supposed to keep an eye on Callum, to watch his investigation and find out what the hell was going on when she was screwing him and falling more and more desperately in love with him every minute?

In love
? her mind echoed, panic beginning to gnaw on the edge of her conscious. She recoiled in horror from her own thoughts. Throwing open the door to the closet, Samantha pushed aside the two spare suits Alexander kept there until she found the soft gym bag on the bottom.

Hefting it easily, she slammed it down on the desk as her thoughts circled around madly. Ripping the bag open, she removed the sweatpants and baggy T-shirt from its depths. Alexander’s sneakers were way too large for her, but she pulled on the socks after sniffing them to make sure they were clean. The less flesh she had exposed to Callum MacLennon, the safer she would be.

Just as she was carelessly throwing the nearly empty bag onto a crumpled heap on the floor of her twin’s closet, Callum stalked through the door. He had put his tuxedo pants back on and his shirt was unbuttoned.

He also looked royally pissed off.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Sammi,” he said angrily, but obviously attempting to calm himself down out of his temper, “but you manage to piss me off and make me burn for you simultaneously. Why the hell is that?”

She tried to dodge him as he closed the distance between them. She thought maybe if she could keep the desk between them then she could keep herself under control and maybe she could go back to pretending this man didn’t touch her heart and soul. As usual, Callum paid no attention to what she tried to do. Instead, he jumped up onto the desk and easily dropped down the other side to where she stood frozen and gently grabbed her arm.

He kissed her. Possessively, fiercely, and despite herself she could feel the cream gathering once more in her bare pussy and her bones begin to melt. When he pulled roughly away from her, she opened her eyes, dazed. Callum groaned in frustration, even though his body still hummed with pleasure and desire.

“How the hell can we share that fire, passion and overwhelming desire for each other,” he asked, “but you still won’t trust me?”

Samantha took a slow, deep breath. “We have to find those cubs,” she started shakily, willing herself to not answer the hurt and need flaring in his deep green eyes.

“I need to go over the information, right now.”

When Callum frowned, she knew he wouldn’t give up without a fight.

“Of course we are going to find the cubs,” he agreed. Sam smiled until he continued, “Bella told me to help you out and to watch over you, do what I can to help the investigation along. That doesn’t explain—”

Samantha cut him off, her mind whirling.

“Bella told you to watch over me?” she asked, astonished. Callum seemed to notice her complete change of mood, and, surprisingly, he took it easily in stride. “Yeah, at the dinner. Just before you came up to me. Why?”

Samantha had started to pace without even realizing it. She bit her lip and concentrated. The situation felt like too much of a coincidence—Bella suggesting Callum watch over her
and
Alex implicating Callum in the loss of the cubs, thus insisting she keep an eye on Callum. Alexander, of course, had known exactly how to go about piquing her interest and seeking her help with the investigation. Alexander would know very well that the twin temptations of watching over Callum and searching for the cubs would have had her undivided attention. Now knowing Bella had been telling Callum to watch over
her
, the chances were high her twin and his fiancée were up to something together.

“Alexander told me almost exactly the same thing—but with a slightly different twist. Let’s look at those files. There just has to be something interesting there.”

“What do you mean a twist?” Callum said, his voice echoing in the still evening air as she left him in Alexander’s office. She crossed over to his filing cabinet and started opening the drawers.

“Hang on, Bella is a fiend when it comes to the filing, let me get it,” he insisted, pushing past her and gingerly sorting through the color-coded, alphabetized files. Samantha waited while Callum carefully sifted through a few manila envelopes and then pull out some sheaves of paper. Grabbing the files he offered to her, she sat cross-legged on the floor and spread the sheets out before her. Quickly, she glanced through them and began to separate them into piles.

She didn’t notice she had blocked everything out until Callum waved a hand in front of her face, obviously trying to gain her attention.

“…hello?” Callum’s voice penetrated her deep thoughts.

“Sorry? I’m concentrating. Callum, look here.” She waved a few sheets of paper in her hand and smiled as he sat down next to her on the floor to look over her shoulder. Pointing to the relevant sections she had discovered, she showed him the import reports and receipts.

“I’m not going to get anything out of you until after you’ve searched these papers, right?” Callum said as he grinned wryly back at her.

”Right,” she agreed distantly, her mind working quickly she began to fire off question after question, picking his brain for every last contact, every last detail he could recall.

She pushed all of her jumbled thoughts to the back of her mind. She also courageously attempted to forget the scorchingly hot memories of make-you-beg sex. It would only detract from her attention.

Instead, Samantha concentrated fully on doing the job she had promised her brother—clearing this mess up. After the situation was resolved,
then
she could allow herself to decide where exactly it was she stood with her lover.

Chapter Eight

Callum wearily rubbed a hand over his face. He had never seen this side of Samantha. He had seen her grumpy, wary, angry and being pushed to the erotic edge, but he had never seen just how single-minded she could be when she focused her mind on a task.

He couldn’t help but admit privately that he found it fascinating to see this side of his woman.

My woman.

He had met her twice, fucked her senseless and already he felt as if they belonged together. He had scoffed when Bella had sighed and declared she had fallen in love the moment she had seen Alexander. How the very first time they made love they had both known they belonged together forever. He had thought it pure romantic nonsense. Did Samantha feel the same way he did?

He could understand her wariness. She was such an independent, modern woman that it made sense she not want to let any man in too quickly. Yet much as his gut had informed him that Bella had been keeping something from him at the dinner, so too did he feel most strongly that there was something else nagging on the edges of Samantha’s mind.

“Ah-HA!” she cried out, scattering papers everywhere on the floor. Callum smiled, relieved she had found something. His mind had shut down over half an hour ago. He looked at his watch.

Shit! Nearly three a.m.!

“What did you find, baby? My eyes started crossing a while ago.”

“Look here. Monique Thomason signed for the cubs when they handed them over to her! I couldn’t make out the scrawl earlier. I
knew
he had to have something to do with this. It was all just too pat.”

Callum frowned, not sure if Samantha was speaking gibberish or if he really was just so tired her words weren’t making sense.

“He? But Monique—”

“Is a woman’s name. My middle name. Thomas is Alexander’s middle name. When we were kids and needed aliases—or an imaginary friend to blame some mishap on to our parents—we always came up with Monique Thomason. We thought we were so clever.” He watched as she chuckled and shook her head. “Our parents could see right through us the whole time. I don’t know how they coped with the both of us.”

Callum frowned, his mind clicking into gear.

“But if Alexander signed for these, or even if someone signed this form
for
him…”

His eyes widened as the possibilities hit him. Samantha’s eyes were also large, showing she was likely thinking the same as he. “Then Alexander and likely Bella were in on this from the beginning. Which leads me back to where I started from. When Alexander called me, he told me to keep an eye on you too. He said he wanted me to closely watch every move you make, as it was your project. He wondered if…well…”