Page 21 of Irresistible Temptation

“And what about flying? Surely, she shouldn’t be doing that anymore,” Dad asks Tysen. I perk right up, ready to put my foot down if either of the men in my life try to dictate my life.

“She can fly up until the last couple of months of her pregnancy,” Tysen reiterates what Luke mentioned yesterday.

“I’d rather she didn’t.” Dad crosses his arms over his chest.

“I can’t say that I blame you. We spoke about this last night. I own Vaughn Elite Air, a private jet company that we charter four times a week. That’s how we reconnected,” Tysen continues, but I move toward him, my hand wrapping around his arm, silently telling him not to go into full detail becauseick. “I met her the day she was leaving Vegas.”

“And that’s enough of that. We’re all adults, and I love you, Mom and Dad, but you don’t need to know the logistics. We lost touch, I happened to be on his plane, and he saw me lose my cookies. Romantic, I know.” I fling my hand that’s not occupied with the man standing next to me. “Tysen had been trying to find me all along, you see. So, anyways, back to the story. I’m going to turn in my resignation at the airline and work for Tysen. Samuel will also be with me because, you know, he’s the one who helped me secure the gig in the first place.” I take a breath and get the rest out so hopefully, we can celebrate for a few minutes before heading to his mom’s house, where I’m sure we’ll repeat the process, hopefully without me getting queasy. “Also, the pay is better, and the benefits are superior to what I’d receive anywhere else. I’m also moving in with Tysen. He and his friends will be around later this week to grab what we can’t today. Since becoming pregnant has now made me unable to lift a box.”

“Nonsense. We’ll load everything up in your dad’s truck and bring it over later today,” Mom slides into the conversation.

“Will that work for you and Tysen?” Dad asks.

“Yeah, I’ll grab your number to get things squared away,” Tysen replies.

“What about my car?” I ask.

“I’ll follow your father over and park it in the driveway,” Mom offers willingly. I look up at Tysen. He looks down at me, and I can tell that he likes the words I used.

“I’ll have my friend swing by, help you load it. How many vehicles do you think we’ll need?” he asks. I drop my gaze, suck in my bottom lip, and drag my foot across the tile floor. We never really made it into the living room; we’re still standing in the foyer.

“I’ll show you all the boxes and let you be the judge of that. Our girl here enjoys her clothes and shoes,” Dad calls me out.

“I get it honestly.” This causes Dad to laugh. Mom swats at his arm and chuckles herself. Tysen takes it in stride, and finally, when everything is said and done, we move to sit down to iron out more details but make them PG rated.

Mom sneaks me a few crackers when she realizes my nausea is still giving me fits here and there. I’d have grabbed one of my ginger chews, but my purse is in Tysen’s vehicle, and he and my dad are talking about his jet, so I don’t want to interrupt to grab his keys.

I mouth a thank you to her, she takes her seat, nods her head, and I can tell she’s squirming in her seat, ready to ask more questions. I settle in for the long haul and answer as many as I can.

16

MACI

“One down, one to go,” I say. Tysen squeezes the inside of my leg, where he’s been holding me the short trip from my parents’ house to his. There were times he’d travel inward, his fingers would brush against my center, and I’d open my legs without even realizing I was doing it. Then he’d move away, causing me to arch my body and groan in frustration. He knew what he was doing, getting me hot and bothered while simultaneously keeping my mind off our next stop. The only problem I have now is that I’m aching and wet. I can only hope my cheeks aren’t tinged with redness and my eyes aren’t glazed with lust burning through my irises.

We’re currently sitting inside of his SUV at the curb. I’d have preferred to meet his mom in different clothing. Truth be told, the man sitting beside me would have waited a millennium on me to go through the boxes to find what I was looking for, except the mere thought of putting something too tight on my stomach had me admitting defeat.

“This will be a cake walk, similar to your parents. Mom and Dad only want me to be happy and, babe, you make me really fuckin’ happy.” He dips his head, then his mouth coasts along mine. A slight sigh leaves my lips, and as much as I’d love for him to deepen it, he pulls back.

“Says you. I’m ready to come if a light breeze slides across my clit.”

“Later,” he promises.

“Well, I mean, it has to be since we’re here, but that doesn’t mean I won’t pay you back in some sort of way, Tysen.” He gives me a wolfish grin. Then he pulls his door open, steps out, closes it, and walks around the hood of the vehicle to help me out. I already tried to let myself out yesterday and was told in no uncertain terms not to touch the door handle. The same can be said when the time comes to get into said vehicle.

Another grumble came from me when Tysen and my dad basically ganged up on me and told me I’m not to so much as lift a box. I can pack and unpack, that’s it. Mom told me to roll with it. Clearly, Tysen and my dad seem to be a chip off the old block in their way of thinking.

“Ready?” Tysen asks, opening my door. I slide one foot out and climb out. I’m in leggings, a tank top, a cute spring open knit sweater, and a pair of suede mules. It says I’m put together but not over the top trying to impress Tysen’s mom. I also had it packed with me when Samuel and I worked together, though if I were going out to grab a bite to eat at night, I’d probably slip on the jeans I had with me.

“I am.” I take his offered hand, holding it tightly with mine. I’m trying to appear like I’m made of nerves of steel when in fact, I am not. Tysen spoke about his parents with a very high regard last night. Much like mine, they’ve been married forever. He has a younger brother who came later in life, whereas I’m an only child, and he said his mom is notorious for asking twenty-one questions. Hence why I’m way more anxious to spill the beans than I was to my parents, plus my parents have to love me. They’re my blood, and while Dad made no qualms about his feelings about Chad the chode, Mom kept quiet and was there in a way that you’d go to a girlfriend. Which I did, many a time. She listened, didn’t judge, and she always gave suggestions even though I didn’t take any of them with me once we were off the phone.

“There you are. I hope you’re hungry,” Tysen’s mom greets from the front porch steps. I watch as she walks down the steps, Tysen’s dad following behind her, shaking his head.

“Hi, Ma, told you food wasn’t necessary.” He drops my hand, yet I don’t lose his warmth. He slides it across my lower back, bracketing me in a way that calms my ever-present nerves.

“And has your mom ever been one to not have food ready at any given time?” his dad asks. My eyes bounce from his mom back to his dad, who is much like Tysen, propelling his wife forward. Tysen gets his looks naturally. While he favors his mom’s skin tone, he also has her warm eyes and easy smile. I can also see where he gets his dad’s similarities, especially in personality. The take charge kind of man who will protect his woman no matter the cost, and I notice the dimples he's showcasing are exactly like Tysen’s as well.

“Hush, you. I warned him yesterday in our message to come hungry.” Mrs. Vaughn moves away from her husband, stopping to place a kiss on Tysen’s cheek, and I notice he has to bend down to reach her. She does the same on his opposite cheek while squeezing his arms.

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