Page 12 of Arranged with Twins

“I see.” She leans forward to lick a cross on my abdomen, making me groan.

Then she stands up again like she didn’t just touch me that way.

“These are from fights?” she asks, tracing a thin white line along my ribs, again in that academic tone, like she’s cataloguing artifacts rather than learning my body. It’s maddening and sexy all at once.

“Business disagreements,” I say, which makes her laugh despite the tension.

“Your business is more dangerous than mine.”

“Much more dangerous.” I can’t help dropping into a more serious tone. “Are you sure you want to get involved with someone like me?”

She stares into my eyes while still stroking one of my scars from an old bullet wound. “It’s too late for second thoughts now. I’m already wet,” she says, then kisses me again with a fierceness that makes my knees weak.

We fall onto her bed in a tangle of limbs and urgent hands, days of careful distance and polite restraint finally snapping into something neither of us can control. I work at the clasp of her bra while she fumbles with my belt, both of us breathing hard and moving with increasing desperation.

When she’s naked beneath me, I have to stop and just look at her. She’s perfect with her soft skin and dark hair spread across the pillows like silk. The trust in her eyes as she looks up at me is almost overwhelming.

“You’re sure?” I ask one more time, because once I touch her the way I want to touch her, I won’t be able to stop.

“I’m sure,” she whispers, then arches up to kiss me.

I start with her neck, pressing soft kisses to the hollow of her throat where her pulse beats fast and strong. She tastes like expensive perfume and something that makes me want to mark every inch of her skin.

When I move lower, kissing along her collarbone and down to her breasts, she makes a soft sound that goes straight to my cock. I take my time with her, using my tongue and teeth to tease her nipples until she’s arching beneath me, her hands fisted in my hair.

“Leo…”

The way she says my name makes my cock throb. “Tell me what you want,” I say against her skin. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to touch and kiss me everywhere. I want your cock...” She trails off into a groan when I pinch her nipple.

The way she’s not afraid to ask for what she needs snaps the last of my control, making me primal and possessive. I continue my exploration southward, kissing down her stomach while my hands explore the curves of her hips and thighs.

When I reach her mound, I pause to look up at her. She’s watching me with eyes that are dark with desire, her lips parted as she breathes hard. “Please,” she whispers, and that single word destroys the final frayed threads of my restraint.

I settle between her thighs and bury my face in her cleft, parting her lips so I can taste her properly.

The sound she makes when I drag my tongue up her slit to swirl around her pulsing clit nearly undoes me completely.

She’s sweet and responsive, lifting her hips to meet my mouth while she grips the sheets and cries out.

I have to press my cock to the mattress to control the urge to come, breathing deeply for a second. That only gives me more of the honeyed scent of her arousal, and I have to return to the lure regardless of how tenuous my control is.

I take my time, learning what makes her gasp and moan, building her pleasure slowly until she’s trembling beneath me.

I use my tongue and teeth to work her to a fever pitch before adding a finger inside her sheath.

When she’s close to the edge, I pull back, kissing her inner thighs while she protests.

“Not yet,” I murmur against her skin. “I want to make this last.”

“I don’t want it to last,” she says breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”

The raw need in her voice makes my control snap completely. I kiss my way back up her body while she reaches for me, her hands urgent on my skin. When I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, we both go still.

“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. I wanted to make her come first, but we’re both too urgent for each other. I’ll make sure she gets off when I’m inside her. Just the thought of her pussy milking me makes my cock throb and inches me closer to losing control.

Instead of answering with words, she lifts her hips, taking the first inch of me inside her.

The sensation makes us both groan, and I have to fight every instinct to thrust forward.

I enter her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size while watching her face for any sign of discomfort.

She’s slick and hot around me, her body opening to accept me completely.

When I’m fully seated inside her, we both go perfectly still, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection.

“God, Sienna,” I whisper against her neck. “You feel perfect.”

She moves beneath me experimentally, and the friction makes stars explode behind my eyes.

I start to move with her, finding a rhythm that has her gasping my name and gripping my shoulders.

When she clenches her inner walls around me, I let out a harsh curse word but soften it by kissing her forehead. “You’re undoing me.”

“Good.” She smiles in satisfaction before her expression morphs to clear need. “Harder,” she whispers against my ear, and I’m lost.

I give her what she’s asking for, driving into her with increasing force while she meets every thrust. I thrust rapidly in and out as she strains to meet me, matching my pace. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, along with her soft cries and my own harsh breathing.

I reach between us to stroke her clit, making her sob as she clenches around me again. She’s so slick that my fingers easily stroke her, and it only takes a couple of flicks against the sensitive nub for her to fall apart.

She comes with a shout, her pussy clenching around me as she cries out my name.

The feeling of her pulsing around my cock, combined with the look of pure pleasure on her face, sends me over the edge.

I thrust into her one final time and let go completely, spilling my seed inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest.

Pump after pump. It feels so good to fill her tight body up. I can barely stand it.

Afterward, we lie together, both of us trying to catch our breath and comprehend what just happened. I pull her against my side, surprised by how natural it feels to hold her like this.

“I don’t know what that was...” she starts, then trails off.

“Not part of the business arrangement,” I finish with a husky laugh.

“Definitely not.” She moves her hand over my heart, feeling the rapid beat. “So, what does this mean?”

“I don’t know.” I’m surprisingly all right with that, at least in the blissful aftermath. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen though.”

“Good, because I don’t think I could go back to being polite strangers after this.” She sounds certain as she snuggles closer.

I smile, but even as I hold her, doubts begin creeping in.

What the fuck am I doing?

This arrangement is too important to both our families to complicate with personal feelings. Sienna deserves better than someone who operates in my world, and I need to maintain the clear judgment that keeps my organization safe.

“I should go,” I say, pulling away and reaching for my clothes.

“Of course you should.” There’s confusion in her voice now, as if she’s trying to understand the sudden shift in my demeanor. “Back to business.”

I dress quickly, avoiding her eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow. We can discuss the contracts then.”

“Leo—”

I kiss her forehead briefly, keeping the gesture light and impersonal. “Get some rest. Tomorrow we’ll figure out how to handle everything.”

The ride back to my estate gives me time to convince myself this was the right decision.

What happened tonight was a mistake, an impulse that could jeopardize everything both our families need from this arrangement.

By the time I arrive home, I’ve constructed a dozen reasons why keeping things strictly business is the only logical choice.

Ilya is waiting with news that reinforces my decision.

“Katherine Cooper has been busy,” he says, handing me a tablet loaded with social media posts and online articles. “She released engagement photos featuring a different ring and gave an exclusive interview about your ‘whirlwind romance.’”

Though I already know this, my anger grows as I scroll through the coverage, noting how thoroughly Katherine has rewritten our story.

According to her version, I surprised Sienna with a traditional Tiffany solitaire after a romantic dinner, and we’re both thrilled to be planning a classic, elegant wedding.

She mentions Sienna has “preselected” a few designers to interview, listing them. Nadia Bloom isn’t among them.

“She’s completely ignored the ring I actually gave Sienna,” I say.

“She’s ignoring that Sienna wants her friend to design her dress.

She’s just running roughshod over both of us.

” That takes balls. I’m not used to anyone trying to manage me, but I don’t respect her bravery.

I question her foolishness as my anger continues to build.

“She’s created a narrative that makes you look like a traditional romantic and Sienna like a grateful, compliant bride.” Ilya settles into the chair across from my desk. “Classic manipulation. She’s controlling the story before either of you can contradict it.”

“Which proves that getting emotionally involved would be a mistake,” I say, more to convince myself than to inform Ilya. “This arrangement is too important to let personal feelings complicate it.”

Ilya studies me carefully. “What happened tonight?”

“Nothing that changes our objectives.” I sound dismissive and struggle to ignore the dart of guilt accompanying the words. “The contracts still need to be signed, the security still needs to be implemented, and we all still need this alliance to work.”

He frowns at me, looking concerned. “That’s not what I asked.”

I pour myself a scotch, using the ritual to avoid his probing stare. “Sienna and I had a disagreement about the terms of our arrangement. It’s been resolved.”

His shaggy brows inch upward. “Has it?”

I shrug and take a sip of the scotch. “It will be. I’ll make it clear that business and personal matters need to remain separate. She’ll understand.”

“Will she? From what I’ve observed, Sienna Cooper isn’t the type of woman who accepts dismissal easily.”

He’s probably right, but what’s the alternative? Let myself fall for someone whose father is drowning in debt to dangerous people? Risk the safety of my organization because I’m attracted to a woman who deserves better than the life I can offer her? Neither option is acceptable.

“Set up a meeting for tomorrow morning. Ten o’clock. We’ll review the contracts properly this time, and if necessary, I’ll explain why maintaining professional boundaries is necessary for everyone involved.”

“What will you do if she disagrees?”

“She won’t. Sienna is intelligent enough to understand that mixing business with pleasure rarely ends well for anyone involved.”

Despite our crazy and impulsive moments of passion, I need to prioritize the arrangement over personal desires.

The safety of both our organizations depends on maintaining clear judgment and tonight proved I’m at risk of losing that clarity where Sienna is concerned.

I can’t allow that to happen again, and by tomorrow, she’ll probably have reached the same conclusion.