Page 17 of Irresistible Temptation

“Tys.”

“This is happening, Mac. I’m just cluing you in on how it’s going to go. Spent six damn weeks without you. I’m not doing it again. We’re both old enough to know what we want and know we’ve got to work at what we’ve got. I don’t want you packing a bag to spend the night here and there. I want you by my side and in my bed every night of the week.” It’s really hard to argue with a man who wants you, has no problem using every available resource to find you, and brings in his friends any way he can for help.

“I guess I better text my mom before you or Samuel do it for me.”

“Might be a good idea,” he responds with a dash of laughter in his tone. Still, I pull my phone out of my pocket and go through the motions until I land on the group chat with my parents.

Me: Hey, are you guys going to be around tomorrow? I have some news I’d like to share with you. Also, I’ll be bringing a guest.

Mom: We’ll be here. I’m assuming the guest you’re bringing is also the man you texted us earlier about to let us know you wouldn’t be home.

There’s no animosity in her tone; we’ve always had an open and clear line of communication. There are certain rules my parents have, and even though I’m in my thirties, I still abide by them seeing as how I’m living with them for the time being.

Me: That would be him.

Dad: I like him already. See you tomorrow, pumpkin.

Me: See you tomorrow.

Mom: Love you.

Me: Love you, too.

“Everything good to go?” Tysen asks as I drop my phone on the outdoor coffee table.

“Yep. You’re kind of bossy, you know that?” I roll my eyes at him again, but this time, it’s while I’m standing up from my place on the couch and walking toward him. The moment I get within reaching distance, Tysen pulls me into the warmth of his body.

“You like my kind of bossy,” he replies. I lay my head on his chest, and he kisses the crown of my head.

“That I do.” I close my eyes, soak in the feel and scent of Tysen, and try not to pinch myself to see if this is actually real life.

13

TYSEN

“Go on up to bed, Mac. I’ll shut down the house and meet you up there.” She’s been yawning for the past ten minutes while we’ve been on the couch outside. We’ve eaten, she ate half of what I did, and I had to bite my fucking tongue in order to not ask her to eat more. Maci being sick multiple times a day is not sitting well with me, and yeah, this is part of some women’s pregnancy, but it pisses me off that I can’t do fuck all about it. I guess time will tell if the advice Luke gave her will help or if she’ll have to use the prescription. Maci didn’t want to fill the damn thing to begin with, and it was only because I pled my case at the likelihood that if she got too sick in the air, she’d be fucked.

“But I’m comfortable,” she murmurs against my throat. After cleaning up from dinner, she meandered back outside, and I followed. In doing so, I flipped the outdoor speakers on and joined her on the couch. It didn’t take us long until I was positioned on my back with Maci placed on top.

“You’d be more comfortable in bed, babe.” She lifts her head and places it on her hands she has stacked on my chest. The soft R&B music plays in the background. The light from the patio shows me how beautiful Maci truly is. Her hair is a mess, her face is free of makeup, and she’s wearing the same pair of leggings and a faded shirt she had on earlier. I’ve seen her dressed up, I’ve seen her naked and sweaty, and I’ve seen her like this, comfortable in her own skin, not afraid to be herself. And I have to say I love every damn side of her.

“You’ll come with?” she asks with hopefulness in her tone, like I could ever turn her down. She grinds her pussy down on my cock in a way that she knows will have me following her to the ends of the earth.

“Yeah, need to shut the house down first.” I lift my head and capture her mouth with mine, pulling at her lower lip with my teeth and making her squirm. After the day she’s had, with everything she’s been going through, and still, she craves me inside her. My hand cups the back of her head as I take our kiss to another level, one that promises the minute I’m done, I’ll be taking more of her.

“Okay.” A shudder racks her body as she whispers out the four-letter word. Maci’s eyes close, her breathing is labored, and I’m more than ready to take this a whole lot further, except my neighbors might be in for a show they’d rather not witness. Plus, I’m not about to let anyone see my woman naked or watch her come on my cock.

“Get upstairs.” My hand skates down the length of her back, feeling her tremble beneath my palm, and when I reach her ass, I smack it hard enough for her to get the message to do as she’s told.

“Fine, I’m going, but don’t take too long, or I’ll take care of myself.” That earns her another swat to her ass. It doesn’t have the added effect I thought it would. Nope, Maci likes what I’m doing to her.

“You do that, and you won’t get my mouth,” I threaten. Truth be told, I’d never make good on the threat. Only having my fingers inside her earlier today and not getting a taste from the source hasn’t been enough to calm the need to bury my head between her thighs. Though, one day, I will be watching as she fucks herself with her fingers, a show I will thoroughly enjoy and will have to wrap my own hand around my dick during to keep from coming too goddamn soon.

“Oh, alright. You win,” she says on a sigh. I smirk at her admitting defeat.

“It’ll be worth it.” I squeeze the same cheek I smacked, watching as she wrinkles her nose, telling me it smarted a little. Good, she knows the last thing I want is her playing with her cunt before I do.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Maci lifts herself up until she’s in a sitting position, her legs on either side of my hips, and grinds down on my cock. I’m having a hard time convincing myself not to take her right here and now.

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