A night with the wrong twins

pte

asped between heavy breat

his ear. "Be a good

ppable. My fingernails dug into his back as I trembled beneath him, my back arched, waves of ecstasy rolling throu

in my tousled hair. He pulled out and dropped down besi

escaped me, and he joined in, a deep, warm sound. That was when t

as..."

d himself up on one elbow and looked down at m

nd him. William Gates. The man who had once saved my life. Now I was lying here in h

. He twisted a strand of my hair around his fin

ack and the firm curve of his backside. New desire stirred in me. But

smooth. Compl

sat up, blinking in shock. This couldn't be. I remembered that dark scar so clearly from o

Shall I freshen up and make breakfast? Or shall I have

g. He looked exactly like William. He felt like

not Willi

and given myself to the wrong man. Nausea rose in me. How could I not have

breakfast. I have a long day ahead of me." I kept my voice steady as I gather

d around me from behind and pulled me back against his chest

" he whispered. "I'll

kin prickle with guilt and regret. I slipped out of his grip and gav

said, stepping closer as I finished dr

my bag. "W

is hair. That smile looked so much

needed answers. I turned and looked him in the eye. "By the

the hotel bar and drove me

embarrassed

yours, Miss Je

opped. "And

swered smoothly

too much alike for it to be a coincidence.

und, Wilson Gates." The l

or and on to my car in the hotel parking lot. The moment I sat behind the wheel, the full

eep with the wron

ack at me: Wilson Gates was William's identical twin brother. William had been abroad for months, closing a major

ve away from this disaster. Before

make sure you have my numb

pretend last night had never happened. Another part knew this mistake wouldn't simply disappear.

e parking lot. One reckless night had just complicated everything I