Page 11 of Irresistible Temptation

“I’m good, thanks, Samuel.” I nod toward the drink and at his offer.

“You’re welcome.” He looks from me to Maci. “Anything for you, sweets? Some crackers, toast, or peppermints?”

“I think we have crackers here, but maybe Sprite. I appreciate your fast thinking, but ginger ale tastes terrible.” She pushes the cup off to the side, grabs the toothbrush and toothpaste that’s meant for single use, and turns around.

“Anything for you. Ta-ta for now. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Samuel says with a flare before he’s off to enjoy a few hours before it’s time to get back to work.

“Maci.”

“Tysen.”

We say each other’s names at the same time. My phone decides to dance around in my pocket, but I ignore it. This is more important.She’smore important.

“You first,” I tell her, crowding her space now that she’s facing me. Her ass meets the counter, and with the heels she has on, Maci’s is at the perfect height for me. The toe of my shoe moves hers to open, giving me enough room to spread her legs and step between them. I lick my lips, more than ready to act on that desire she has blazing in her eyes, except she’s sick, and we have a lot to talk about. Still, I stay in her personal space.

“Well, I mean, I don’t really know what to say. This is a shock to my system. When Samuel said your name earlier, the last thing I thought was that I’d be working for you, or ever see you again for that matter.” Maci is unsure of herself. The self-assured woman who had no problem telling me what she liked and how she liked isn’t currently here, and I can tell by the way she’s spinning the ring on her index finger that her nerves are at an all-time high. My hand covers hers in an attempt to calm her worries, when all it does is light a fire deep inside me. There’s no stopping my cock from perking up. This woman has my guts tied up in knots and my dick ready to explode.

“Motherfucking Christ.” My phone starts vibrating again. It only stopped for the barest of a second before it started up again. “Give me one minute. We’re going to talk. I think we both have a lot to say. My damn phone hasn’t stopped since we landed, which means it’s work related or worse.” Maci nods in response. I pull my phone out of my pocket without bothering to check the screen.

“Hello.” My voice is gruff, pissed that this conversation is taking me away from a much more important one.

“Fuckin’ finally, dude. I got a hit. Maci Vesper. She’s a flight attendant, and she was just picked up by the agency we use,” Jude rushes through the news he’s been desperate to give me.

“I know,” I reply.

“How, when the information only came across my screen ten minutes ago? No way you were able to do what my sexy systems can do.” This fucker, he’s always on about his machines being the prettiest, working the most, and always putting out for him. I swear to god, he’s a man obsessed.

“Because she’s standing right here in front of me.” My eyes move over the length of Maci, taking in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and bloodshot eyes.

“Damn, all that searching, and she practically lands at your feet. Well, guess you’re good, then. Catch you back in Florida,” Jude ends the conversation. The click of the phone is the last thing I hear in my ear.

I deposit the phone back in my pocket before I press both my hands to her hips, lifting her slightly until her ass is planted on the counter. Maci might be feeling like shit, but I still get to her. The sharp intake of breath, her chest rising and falling along with her nipples tightening into taut peaks beneath her shirt tell me so.

“You looked for me?” Maci asks with a tone of disbelief.

“Tried. Do you know how many variations of your name there are? And I had no clue where to even start. Finally pulled in the big guns, my friend Jude. He’s a genius when it comes to anything tech, and he’s tapping into tracking people now. Only took him two days to find you with the details I gave him, which wasn’t much.” Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if I’d be hitting it and quitting with her.

“I don’t know why you’d have to search for me when I left you a note with my name and phone number.” This time, it’s me who’s puzzled. “What? I did, promise. I’d say you can ask someone, but the only friend I told is Samuel. I kind of spilled the beans about what happened back in Vegas, a story for another time,” Maci mutters the last part quietly. “My flight re-scheduled, and it was by sheer will and determination that I made it to the gate in time. I penned a quick note and left it on the table by the door before I dashed out of the hotel room. I’d have thought with the ruckus I made, you’d have woken up.” Her lips lift up in a quirk. “Anyways, I assumed no answer was an answer, and now we’re here.”

“Never got the note.” I’m upset. No, I take that back. I’m fucking pissed. I scoured the hotel room top to bottom after getting dressed, even asking the cleaning ladies if they’d seen a note.

“I’m getting that.” She resituates herself on the counter, causing her skirt to slide up her thighs. My gaze shifts downward, seeing Maci’s soft creamy flesh and remembering her low moans as my lips traveled up the inside of her thighs. My mouth waters, and I’m ready and willing to drop to my knees and get another taste.

“Yeah, fucking sucks, too.” Our bodies move closer to one another, the pull so damn strong it sucks you in like the rip current in the ocean. My hands move upward, needing to feel more of her, and I watch as her body trembles. Maci doesn’t say no, and she damn sure doesn’t pull away. What she does is spread her thighs further apart, allowing me to wedge myself closer to her. Her pretty, pouty lips are right there, ready and willing, so I do what we both want. My head descends, and she arches up. There’s no denying the mutual need we feel for one another. I felt it the first night, and when I saw her today, it all came rushing back.

“I’m taking your mouth, babe.”

“It’s a good thing I want you to take my mouth.” She pauses for a moment, enough for me to brush my lips across hers, and then throws back, “Babe.”

“Now you’ve fucking done it.” My hands move, cupping her cheek with one and holding her back with the other. She doesn’t get another word in edgewise before I lick the seam, seeing what she’ll give. A delicate sigh gives me the entrance I need.

Finally, goddamn, I’ve finally got her back in my arms, my mouth attached to hers, and her taste on my lips. I slide my tongue along hers, pushing her further to what we both want. The tips of her fingers dig into my chest, and when she moves closer until I can feel the heat from her pussy pressed against my cock, I forget about everything else except the woman writhing in my arms. Our breaths mingle with one another’s, her hips tilt, searching for the pleasure she’s hell bent on receiving, and I’m the one who will be giving it to her, starting right fucking now.

9

MACI

“Please, Tys, please,” I beg when he pulls back. His hand at my back slides around to my front. I’m breathless, weak beyond measure, and while I might have been sick a bit ago, I’m perfectly fine now. In fact, I’ve never felt better. Whether that has to do with me losing my food from earlier or the man in front of me, I’m not sure, and I really don’t seem to care.

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