Page 2 of Irresistible Temptation

“Not yet, but hopefully, I will be by the time the night is over.” I throw back my shot with my response and slide off my barstool.

“That’s a bet you can count on,” he says through clenched teeth while his hand slides to my lower back, awakening my flesh through the fabric of my clothes. Maybe it’s the black pencil skirt showing off my curves, or the red blouse I have tucked in with more than a hint of cleavage, or maybe it’s the black high heels I have on my feet that arch my body in a way that I’m gaining his full attention. What I do know is Tysen is guaranteeing a night of orgasms, and I’m more than ready to have my share.

Tysen

The banging on a door feels like it’s in a dream. I roll over expecting to meet Maci’s warm body, and considering she’s been glued to me the entire night, it’s weird as fuck that she’s not wrapped around me right now. I’m greeted with nothing but a tangle of pillows and sheets.

No way last night could have been a dream. Ain’t no fuckin’ way. Maci, who had my dick hard with just one look, plus the way she was eating me up with her eyes, I knew she’d be mine. I went out on a limb since the chemistry was there, she liked what she saw, and I definitely liked what I saw. My cock goes rock hard remembering seeing her from behind. I was walking toward my hotel room for the night, when my eyes shifted to the left and instantly, I veered off my course. Maci’s back was arched. She’d taken her hair out of some kind of twist, so her long, dark chestnut hair was falling down in a sheet of waves stopping at the middle of her back. It led to an ass that you could tell was thick and would allow you to sink your teeth and your fingers in. I’d been in the bar before. After being a pilot for umpteen years, you get to know the employees in the airports you frequent. This one was one of my usual haunts, and I got a surprise when it came to me sitting next to Maci.

When I saw her front, I felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs. Taking a breath didn’t help the matter. Maci’s scent is deep and exotic, pulling you in like a siren’s song. The warmth of vanilla and caramel, a touch of honey that had me ready and wanting a whole lot more. Her plush pouty lips are full and inviting, and when I got my mouth on them, she came alive. Maci couldn’t wait, and I couldn’t, either. The only thing holding me back from dragging her out of the bar the minute I took notice was the fact I’d been in my uniform. I’ve got plans to move away from commercial airlines, and the last thing I wanted was to get fired by hauling Maci over my shoulder through the airport. That’s why when the elevator closed and we were alone, I moved us into the corner, furthest away from the camera, hiding myself and her. I went slow at first with our kiss, each movement deliberate, but when she let out a soft sigh, allowing me to gain entrance, shit got real fast. Her leg wrapped around the back of my thigh, and if it weren’t for the tight fabric, I’d have had my cock out and buried inside her within a minute.

The dinging of the elevator made us pull apart, but still, she didn’t cool off. Her hands were on me every which way. We stepped into the corridor and walked toward the hotel room, her in front of me, staying close. Her ass arching into my groin made it damn hard to get the door to my room unlocked. The minute we cleared the doorway, all bets were off. I had her up against the wall, wrenching her skirt up and allowing me to feel her with my bare hands. They gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart and feeling the sweet heat of her pussy. Maci’s hands were ripping at my shirt buttons, trying to yank me free of my clothes, and I was busy trying to get her off. We nearly ended up on the floor before we got ahold of ourselves, stripping our clothes away, dropping them piece by piece, until my breathing became uncontrollable. Maci did the unthinkable; she turned around, traipsed her sweet-as-fuck body toward the dresser where a mirror hung above it, and bent over. I lost the will to hold back. A rip of a condom later, and my cock was sheathed. I was behind her, my hands on her hips, and the only reason I sunk my cock to the hilt was because I saw her wetness; she was fucking saturated. Her eyes closed, while mine stayed locked on hers at the mirror and only left to watch my cock tunnel in and out her slick pussy.

The first time she came, it was hot and fast. The second time was with my mouth. Then she did one better, spinning around until her mouth engulfed my dick, and we both got off, her jacking my cock until her tits were coated with my cum. The third round, it was me flat on my back with Maci working her hips until we both got off. After that, we were both wiped. Still, when she laid her head on the pillow, my arm beneath her neck, I watched how her nipples tightened when the tips of my fingers dragged along her skin, and damn if my cock didn’t perk up at the thought of having her again. We still weren’t done. A few hours later, I pulled her out of her sleep and dragged her to the shower, where we did a fuck of a lot more than wash each other.

“Housekeeping!” I hear someone enter the room, jarring me out of my semi-state of sleep, and I look at the clock.

“Fuck,” I groan, wiping my hand down my face at not seeing any trace of Maci here. Figures that the one woman who has me ready for more fucked, cut, and ran.

“Oh, sorry.” A member of the cleaning staff appears at the doorway.

“No, no. Can you give me five minutes, and I’ll be out of your way?” I ask, making sure my cock isn’t visible. It appears Maci has fucked up more than my cock. She’s got my head fucked up, too.

1

MACI

Present Day

“You can do this,” I tell myself beneath my breath as I smooth down the non- existent wrinkles in my skirt. My nerves have gotten the best of me, and I’ve yet to leave my childhood home to start my first day of work. After leaving Vegas, I hit the ground running, obviously after letting my parents hug and question me to death, totally allowable, too, seeing as I’m currently back at home living with them rent free. I went down the line, telling them what I could since being blindsided by Chad the chode. Except, while I’d like to put every last bit of blame on him, I had to take some accountability myself, and that’s the cold hard truth. Okay, not all of it. After all, your dick doesn’t slip and fall into your secretary’s pussy on its own. I did maybe sort of rely on him a little too much, which goes against every grain of my being.

I am or was that girl, the one who chased after someone I shouldn’t have. He was a lion in sheep’s clothing, a boy trapped in a man’s body, and dear old daddy trained him to be the person he is today, using others as a stepping stone to get ahead, and I was completely blindsided the entire time. It added fuel to my already deflated self-confidence, and faking it till you make it only goes so far. After the catastrophe that came with Chad Miller and his father, Harris Miller, I changed careers, jumped ship, and went in a completely different direction.

“Ready for the big day?” Dad comes around the corner, meeting me in the kitchen, a to-go cup of coffee in his hand from one of my newly acquired favorites in Oak View. I was out looking for a job when I happened upon Oak & Brew. Sadly, they weren’t hiring, and in hindsight, that’s probably a good thing since I’ve become addicted to their iced cinnamon brown sugar latte. I’d have one every single day if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve been jobless up until today.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Thank you for this.” I lift the drink to my lips and take the first sip. It’s heavenly per usual. I go as far as closing my eyes and humming when the flavor hits my senses. Through it all, Dad remains silent, allowing me to have my moment. He’s used to my nonsense, especially because while I might take after my dad with my dark features, I definitely lean on having my mom’s personality.

“Proud of you, sweetheart. You’ve been dealt a shit hand, and instead of falling flat on your face, you came up swinging.” Dad doesn’t hold much back; this time, he has, and maybe that’s because Mom calmed him down, or maybe because he witnessed firsthand that I truly am okay even with the hell I’ve been through.

“Thanks, Dad,” I reply, swallowing the lump that builds in the back of my throat. I take another sip, this time to calm the riot of emotions and nerves that are bubbling inside me before finally changing the subject. “Feel like dropping me off?” I ask, moving in for a hug while keeping the offered drink in my hand. I’d initially balked at the idea of having one of my parents taking me to my first official day on the job, but it’d be silly to leave my car in an employee parking lot for who knows how long.

When I landed in Oak View, I gave myself a week to lick my wounds, get my affairs in order, and look for a local job so I could stand on my own two feet. It took me point two seconds to realize even though where my parents live is considered a bigger town than the next one over, it still meant making little to nothing, and with my credit cards needing payments on the regular, I had to look elsewhere. A slew of online searches later and looking at every available option out there, I landed on the gig I’m about to embark on today.

The idea of traveling seemed like a great idea. Finding a place of my own would be pretty pointless, because I’d be in an airplane or hotel most of the time as a flight attendant. Not like they’d ever come out and say it, but I did notice little things here and there. This way, though, I wouldn’t be a thorn in my parents’ sides and cramping their house or lifestyle.

Mom seemed to feel like she needed to either entertain or feed me simultaneously all day every day. Meanwhile, Dad didn’t sit still for a minute once I walked through the door. He asked questions then looked over my car I purchased to get around town once I came back, kicking the tires, checking the fluids, and staying in the garage more and more. They never once said they wanted their space back, yet I knew. I’d been out on my own for years, and they’d lived together alone for just as many. Sure, I lived with Chad the chode, and we did check in with one another when we had plans. But we were still able to come and go as we pleased, which I’m noticing my parents aren’t doing, at least not without asking if I want to go, if I need anything, or letting me know when they’ll be back.

“Thank god you came to your senses.” Dad takes a relieved breath. He’s clearly been holding this in while trying not to bug me about making what he thinks is the right decision.

“Only took me two minutes after you suggested the idea. I just like to keep you on your toes.” I lift to my toes and place a kiss on his salt-and-pepper bearded cheek. He lets out a low chuckle.

“I should have known,” he says as we pull away from one another. I go back to my coffee, sucking it down instead of enjoying the sweet concoction. My nerves have the best of me right now, worried I’ll forget every lick of training I’ve completed the past few weeks.

“Should have known what?” Mom comes around the corner, fastening an earring while looking from me to my dad.

“That your daughter would ask for a ride at the final hour and evade the point that her father is right for once in her life.” Mom laughs, rolls her eyes, and shoots me a wink.

“She’s a smart girl, knows how to play the game. I’ve taught her well. Safe to assume you ran out to grab her that?” she teases. Mom always says she trained Dad well. They married the year before I was born, give or take thirty-five years ago, but they’ve known each other since Dad transferred to Mom’s high school his senior year.

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