Page 27 of Tempt Me

I can’t imagine feeling this comfortable—naked and singing—with anyone else. Tack has been my friend forever. He’s seen me flub lines in plays, freeze up during improv performances, and send my drum stick flying across a bar during a rendition of “Country Roads.” I’ve been sexy around him and a stone-cold dork. Even when I couldn’t give him what he wanted, Tack never walked away.

After I finish the song, he asks, “How come you don’t play the guitar in your band?”

“The Super Stacked Bimbos already have a guitarist. Besides, the drums are more fun.”

“You could create your own band.”

“What’s the point? I don’t want to do it full-time.”

“What do you want to do? Like, you went to college. You have all these hobbies and you help with various charities. Is that what you want to keep doing?”

“Sure, why not?”

Tack scratches at his blond stubble and shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I can’t picture where you’ll be in ten years.”

“You want to put yourself in my life yet can’t picture what that would look like.”

“That’s probably true. I’ve tried to imagine us living together, but I can’t picture life in a condo. When I considered us having a baby, I just saw my head on a baby and screamed in horror.”

Laughing, I reach over and stroke his jaw. “My wealth offers me options. I can’t really picture ten years out, either.”

“Do you want kids?”

“With you? Of course. But if we had a baby, you’d need to be ready for it to look like me and get teased.”

“Did people tease you?”

“Of course, but I didn’t care. My mom has the same red hair, fair skin, and freckles. She still owns every room she enters. Men drool over her. Women trip over themselves to impress her. Why couldn’t I be like that, too?” I explain and tap his foot with mine. “However, I worry my kid might not have such confidence. My child might be shy and feel bad about getting razzed.”

“I can’t imagine having a shy kid. I was loud and rude.”

“Me, too,” I reply, offering a grin as he plays with my foot.

“I don’t want kids unless they’re with you. Children aren’t interesting. But when I think of a baby with you, I get excited.”

His honesty sets my heart soaring. I start planning for our future. My excitement hits a wall once I remember I’m leaving tomorrow.

“Before Austen got together with Walla Walla, she sometimes talked about having a baby. My sister craved a family, but she was so scared to try anything. In the end, it worked out. But I never felt that urge. Yet, when Natasha got pregnant, something clicked in me. I started wondering what my baby would look like.”

“Who was the dad in your fantasies?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Just this guy I know from around.”

Tack grins and sits up in bed. His cock, thick and inviting, rests against his thigh. I set my guitar on the floor and crawl closer to Tack.

“I’m giving you a blowjob now. It’s my first time doing it for real, so no questions or suggestions, please. Just absolute silence while I get acquainted with your cock.”

Tack exhales painfully. “You’re so beautiful, but I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“We’ve chosen to make things real between us, so just relax and trust me with your precious man-meat.”

“You sound like Siobhan.”

“I actually heard that term from Carys. She was writing a love poem to Pork Chop for their anniversary and needed a term to rhyme with ‘lady heat.’”

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