Page 24 of Irresistible Temptation

“Are you wet, Maci?” I ask, even though I can smell her arousal. She nods rapidly.

“Spread your thighs and play with your pussy.” She responds immediately. I watch as she slides two fingers along either side of her clit, and when she moves further down, sinking them inside her, that’s when she moans again. She sucks me down further with each glide of her mouth. I hold her there for a minute when I feel the back her throat, testing to see if she’s okay. Maci swallows, eyes pleading with me to keep moving, so we do exactly that. My breathing is labored, I’m dripping with sweat, and there’s no way I’m going to last.

“Mac, babe, I’m about to come. Back off if you don’t want me in your hot mouth.” My hips rock in a steady pace.

“I don’t want you to come in the back of my throat. I want you to put it on my tongue and watch me swallow it.” Her confidence blooms before my very eyes. She slides her hand up and down my length, keeping me right there.

“Stick your tongue out,” I grunt, feeling my balls draw up tightly. She’s a vision, a mess from sucking my dick and fucking her fingers. She also does as I say. I grip her hand that’s on my cock so we can work together, and when the first spurt lands on Maci’s sweet lips, she doesn’t pull back. I keep coming, this time in her mouth, and she keeps her tongue out and ready. Five more pumps, and I’m completely done. She keeps it gathered right where I can see it. Then she fucking undoes me and swallows every last drop. Her throat works it down while her eyes stay strong and steady.

“Maci.” I bend, hands going beneath her arms to lift her up, causing her to lose momentum in playing with herself.

“Tys.” She wraps her legs around me instinctively.

“Hold on. We’re taking a shower, and it’ll be my fingers that get you off.” When I kiss her, I can taste myself on her lips but don’t giving one single fuck. This woman is amazing, and I’m going to show her how much every damn day of our lives.

18

MACI

“I’ll let you two talk for a few minutes.” Tysen presses a kiss to the side of my head and walks toward the cockpit. There are plusses to living with your boss. Waking up with him pressed between your legs, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds is one of them. Of course, Tysen being his macho man overprotective self had to ruin the moment by asking if I needed to make a run to the bathroom first. I lifted my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist, and dug my heels into his ass to spur him on. He gave me what we both wanted, hot, fast, and dirty. My mouth on his, his cock rooted deep inside me, and his sneaky hand cupping my backside while his finger grazed along the pucker of my ass.

Tysen kept at it, and when I bore down feeling the quaking begin for another explosive orgasm, he sunk in to his first knuckle. I saw stars explode behind my closed eyes, my voice went hoarse with the screaming of his name, and he pumped his hips harder than ever, only stopping when he released everything he had inside me. Tysen dropped his weight on me, wrapped me up with both arms, and then dropped to a hip, rolling us until he was on his back and I was on top of him. The mess dripping from between my legs didn’t bother him, so I didn’t let it worry me, either. Though, when the alarm clock blared to life, causing me to jump from my love-drunk stupor, the cleaning us and the bed up really began. We tag teamed the bed, took a shower together, got ready side by side in the bathroom, and then Tysen made breakfast.

My nausea decided to make an appearance, so I quickly shoved crackers in my mouth and guzzled my lemon lime soda. It helped for the most part, until we got in the car to ride to the small private airport. I thought I was being sneaky while popping one of my ginger chews in my mouth, but Tysen cleared his throat, quirked an eyebrow, and said for me not to be stubborn and if it gets worse to take the prescription medicine. I rolled my eyes and muttered awhatever. He tried to hold me captive in the car until I made the promise. Needless to say, I relented.

“Do we ever have some catching up to do, honey. Now, Mr. Dark and Delicious sent me a text telling me to keep a watchful eye over you. I’m guessing you have some news to share with Samuel?” He snaps his fingers and pops out a hip, waiting for me to tell him everything.

“I did text you some of the details, you know,” I throw my sass right back at him. It’s been three days, and he’s left me on delivered. I’d be offended, except I know Samuel well enough to realize he’s not one to be glued to his phone when he’s off the clock.

“I don’t want to hear it through technology. Tell me in person.” He sits down on the leather couch, and I follow his lead. Tysen carried our bags once we exited his vehicle that he stowed underneath an awning. Even with them having wheels, he refused to use the handle. I didn’t question it, but that wholework smarter, not harderquote tickled the forefront of my brain. When we made it to the set of stairs leading up to the jet, he had me walk in front of him. I put an extra sway in my hips, and hearing his low growl gave me the added effect I wanted. When we came up, he placed the luggage beside the closet for me to put away. Surprising that he didn’t do it himself, though since he’s giving Samuel and me time, I get it.

“Well, surprise, I’m pregnant!” I say with a smile plastered on my face. It’s not fake in the least. Growing Tysen’s child inside my belly is everything a girl grows up believing she’ll have one day. Okay, he’s not a horse, and there’s no castle, but still, this is my fairy tale and happily ever after all wrapped in one delicious package.

“Girlfriend, I’m so happy for you.” Samuel jumps up from his seat, bringing me with him, wraps me up in his arms, and rocks me back and forth.

“Need air,” I tell him when he squeezes me a little too tightly.

“Oh, right. Sorry. I bet that doesn’t help with your running to the bathroom all the time. Which, oh my god, how did I not put two and two together?”

“Well, the same could be said for myself. Apparently, I was either in denial or completely oblivious. I mean, I did have my period, so I thought everything was normal. Except it only lasted a day or so, and from what Tysen’s friend Luke, who is a doctor, by the way, said, that can happen.” I take a breath, and we sit back down again.

“I’m going to be the best gay uncle there is. Tell Tysen his friends will just have to learn to share.” I’m thinking with as many children as are in and coming, his friends won’t mind in the least. I can’t believe nine childhood friends are now adults, and they’ve kept their bond the entire time, plus they make it work with intermingled businesses, too.

“They’ll be fine, believe me.”

“All those fine and good-looking men, and you land the hottest one to be your baby daddy.” Samuel fans himself, and I throw my head back, laughter filling the cabin. “What? Where’s the lie? Keep going. I can tell you have more to say.”

“I haven’t met them all, only Luke. A few from his group did move all of my boxes from my parents’ house to Tysen’s. My mom unpacked everything, and yes, we both did the meet-the-parents deal, too. I love his mom, by the way. She’s the sweetest, makes the most delicious cake you’ve ever put in your mouth. Oh, by the way, this weekend, Asher is throwing his Sunday cookout with everyone. Please say you’ll come,” I practically beg. The group text I was added to made me feel warm and welcome, but it’d be nice to have a friend there, too. I mentioned to Tysen if I could invite Samuel, and he told me on Sundays, it’s a the-more-the-merrier situation. All he said was for him to bring his own drinks and a side if he wanted to.

“I don’t know. All those fine men being around me, I might melt into a puddle.”

“I’m sure one of them will toss you in the pool to cool you off,” I say with a wink. I grab his hands in mine and get serious for a minute, “I haven’t said this enough, so I’m going to say it now. Thank you, Samuel. You’re my one true friend, and you’ve done everything in your power to help me succeed in not only work but in life in general. You’ve listened to me through this whole experience, from leaving Vegas and Chad the chode, to my one-night stand with Tysen, and having no idea what to do with the wide range of emotions I had going on. You never judged, you cared, and you gave advice, which is why I’m going to ask you to be our child’s godfather.” I’ve spoken to Tysen about this the other day. I had a suggestion, he told me to shoot, and I gave him the lowdown. Tysen being the man he is didn’t even question if I thought Samuel would be a great fit. He knew my judge of character, and also, like Tysen said, he’d been working with the man since the day he opened the company.I’m paying high dollar to keep him on, and he made damn sure you were there with him.It’s an easy yes from me. He’s taken care of you, and he’ll take care of our child.I watch as Samuel blinks away the tears. Mine are already streaming down my cheeks faster than I could ever dash them away.

“Maci, you’ve given me the greatest and most precious gift ever. I’d be delighted to be your child’s godfather. The other stuff about being there for you and listening, honey, you have got to find some decent human beings to be around. Better yet, don’t. I’ll lose my friend, and I’m kind of touchy when it comes to others taking the people I love away.” I lean into him, my arms going to his shoulders, and this time, it’s me hugging him.

“I love you, too,” I mutter while we have our little sob fest. It takes us a few minutes, and both of us use the back of our fingers to gently wipe the tears away in order not to ruin our makeup. Samuel is a skin care fanatic, and when you’re in the air, the best way to preserve your skin is to create a barrier. Those are Samuel’s words, and he deems them as gold. I just go along with it.

“I will say the one downer of you being pregnant is that I’ll never be able to take you the clubs now.” Samuel pouts.

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