Page 8 of Irresistible Temptation

And in the back of my mind, the very tiny corner, I’m left wondering what Tysen is currently doing and kicking myself all over again for thinking about the guy who’s permanently engrained in my skin.

I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get over the mystery man.

6

TYSEN

“Anything on her?” I ask, answering the phone when I see its Jude’s name flashing on the screen. It’s been less than forty-eight hours, and while I haven’t been hunting his phone down, I have been waiting on his call. My palms have been itching, and if I knew the software as good as he did, I’d have taken a seat behind a computer and done it myself.

“Seeing as how this is Crew and not Jude, I’ve got no idea what you’re waiting on. He’s off doing whatever nerdy stuff he does and tasked me with watching the computer monitors and his phone.” Crew is the silent one in the bunch, stays to himself, does his own thing when it comes to his engineering firm. Unless we have a client through Jagged Edge Construction, then he’ll design from the top to the bottom whether it be an addition or a new build. Then there are times we’ll get flagged by the county; we’ll need his input on where we’ll need to do structural work and go from there.

“Shit, sorry about that. Everything okay? Jude doesn’t usually leave his phone around after the shit Jagger did last time.” Let’s just say that there were pictures that should never see the light of day, and he made it Jude’s background on his phone, too.

Crew always has his phone handy. Shit, all of us do for the most part. The only time we don’t is if Asher is on a call with the fire department, Trent is on a case, Luke is with a patient, Matthew’s with a client, I’m in the air, and so on and so forth. But when those instances don’t occur, we keep it within arm’s reach. Especially with all of our parents getting up there in age and a good portion of our group starting to settle down with their significant other and have children.

“Well, Jude took off with my phone, probably to plant a geo-tracker or a listening device. He has your schedule pulled up, and I noticed you’re due out. Figured I’d see how things are going.” With Crew being the more observative one, he notices a fuck of a lot more. Which means he sees an awful lot more than any of us would care for him to.

“I think he already has those on all of our phones. It must be something new.” I shake my head wondering what else he’s going to come up with next.

“Fuck, there’s no privacy. Our conversations, really? Jesus, there are some things our friend group can stand not to know.” He makes a valid point.

“I’m thinking the last thing he’s going to listen in on is you rubbing one out or getting your rocks off,” I say with a chuckle. My eyes zero in on the clock, realizing time is dwindling until I’ve got to be in the air. Another plus with this new gig is being able to plan our take-off times within reason, and my phone can stay on, though I tend not to respond to the numerous texts that have the damn thing vibrating non-stop. I’m not even going into when my parents and brother get a wild hair up their ass and call me. Dad usually keeps it to a minimum, asks how things are going, and then we hang up, preferring to share a drink in person. Mom, on the other hand, goes down a list, asks a million and one different questions that will lead to me giving her the same answer. Then, when I don’t respond the way she wants, I get it all over again. I love her and would lay my life on the line for my ma, but I am not answering her when I’m in the sky.

“Don’t hold your breath. What’s up? Seen you looking off into space more than usual, and you’re asking Jude about a woman. What gives?” he keeps on. I don’t blame him, and I’m not for one minute upset about him meddling, except there are too many variables.

“I’ll let you know as soon as Jude figures a few things out. For all I know, it’s a pipe dream. I gotta get this bird in the sky if I’m going to stay on schedule with the tower.”

“Alright, man. Catch you another day.” Luckily, Crew doesn’t push. There isn’t enough time to get into this, and the less people who are aware of the shit swirling around me know, the better. Shit, it could all be for nothing, and I’m beginning to think it is.

We hang up the phone. I stand up from my seat and head into the cabin. Liam is greeting our clients, seeing as I already have. I’m just going to do a quick sweep of everything, and then we’ll be wheels up. I adjust my clothes, attempting to pull some the wrinkles out of my slacks and dress shirt. Thank fuck there’s no jacket or hat. That being said, Liam and I do try to dress with our business in mind. Today’s an all-black kind of day, fitting for the type of mood I’ve been in as of late. The tailored long-sleeve shirt and slacks fit my frame due to a tailor I keep on speed dial and one I share with Johnny. My six-foot three-inch frame can make it difficult at best. Add in my athletic build from years of playing baseball and football, and it’s challenging at fucking best.

My brother decided to waylay me this morning at my condo, noticed my mood, and stayed quiet about it. He’s fifteen years younger than me, an unexpected surprise when Mom thought she was heavily into menopause. Imagine everyone’s surprise when she shared the news, including her. Kai came out kicking and screaming. The joy in my parents’ eyes overshadowed the worry that they were going to be raising basically an only child again.

Our age difference didn’t make things awkward between the two of us. If anything, it brought us closer. It also has him on my doorstep a few times a week to have a cup of coffee, talk about the job he hates, and how he needs to man up and tell our parents the degree he received as an educator does nothing but bring him down. They wouldn’t be upset in the fucking least; in fact, they’d rather their boys not be miserable. I told him to take a look at what I’ve been through, life is too short, and to do something else or work somewhere else that will make you happier. Kai mentioned switching things up from teaching at a public education school at a grade level to making the move to a college level of teaching. The only one holding my brother back is my brother. Hopefully, after this morning, he comes to terms and makes some changes to better himself and his mood. I may not have a lot of room to talk when it comes to temperament for the time being, but hopefully soon, that will change.

“Everything is ready to go.” Liam comes up beside me, whispering quietly. A politician, his assistant, a bodyguard, and his wife are currently sitting in their seats waiting for us to take off. Once we’re in the air and things have evened out, they can move about the cabin as much as they’d like.

“Perfect, thanks. I got hung up on a call, or I’d have been out here sooner.” I don’t go into the conversation, and Liam knows me well enough to know if it were important, I’d tell him.

“Not a problem. We’ve got it all covered. Samuel is here, and we seriously need to see about hiring him on full-time. He also brought a new flight attendant, and he’s singing her praises. Meaning you know she’ll be good.” Liam tips his head in the direction of where the attendants are doing their thing without being told.

“Yeah, we brought it up at the meeting last weekend. The guys agreed to bring someone on permanently, and he’s my number-one pick. We’d still need a second and probably a third as a background member.” There’s a shit ton of logistics to work through, and part of the reason I’m dragging my feet is the worry that we won’t stay busy long enough to keep everyone employed.

“Then do it, man. No time like the present,” Liam says. He knows it’s an internal battle and the fear of failure that holds me back. A double-edged sword, since being a business owner is all about taking chances. The number-one reason why I don’t gamble. I like my money where I can see it, in my bank account.

“Yeah,” I mutter. My eyes move around, taking everything in. This jet is the epitome of luxury. We’re booked solid, and calls keep coming, keeping us booked months in advance. We’d probably be scheduled into next year if we opened our schedule that far out.

“I’ll go get the plane started and see you in the cockpit.” My co-pilot bypasses me, leaving me standing and seeing everything I’ve dreamed about come to fruition. I’m only missing one goddamn thing—her. A certain woman who continues to my haunt me day in and day out.

Samuel nods my way, saying hello. I lift my chin and look to see where the other flight attendant is when my eyes lock on a woman. She’s currently bent over, ass in the air, tight skirt wrapping around her body in a way that has me remembering my night with Maci. How her skirt was rucked up above her hips, bent over the bed, and with every deep thrust of my hips, she’d slam backwards, meeting me at every pace. The night was endless, and the positions I took her in were never ending. Fuck, I couldn’t even tell you my favorite one; they were all that damn good. Probably when she fell face first on the mattress after I wrung another orgasm out of her. My own body was shaking, standing was nearly impossible, but falling on top of her and giving her all my weight wasn’t feasible, either. Instead, I kept my hands roving every inch of Maci’s body that I could, gathering the strength to pick her up in my arms and carry her into the bathroom to shower.

I’d had the forethought to grab a condom, which meant we both had to be damn careful until I put it on. I didn’t take her bare, though I’d been fucking tempted. I did use the underside of my cock, dragging it along her hot and wet slit, using our bodies to mutually get off. Maci let out a scream of my name so deep and so loud I had to attach my lips to hers in order for security not to be called. I ripped the package open with my teeth, her hands helping guide the latex on my cock, and then took her with her back against the wall. Then, right when I was about to lose all control, Maci told me to put her down. She dropped to her knees, I ripped the condom off, and she engulfed the head of my cock and worked me so hard, I had to use the wall to hold myself up. I gave her fair warning that I was close, and she backed away. Maci still didn’t stop; her hand wrapped around my length, and she stroked me until I came all over her, mouth, chin, tits, and stomach.

My cock lengthens beneath my pants, breaking me out of my reverie. The last thing I need is a hard-on in front of potential repeat clients. Except I could have sworn the woman I laid eyes on a minute ago was none other than Maci, and doesn’t that show you what kind of delusional land I’m living in. I shake my head, getting the thoughts and memories ofherout of my head in order to fly a million-dollar jet without my mind being a pile of fucking mush.

7

MACI

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