Irresistible Temptation (Undercover Lovers #3)
Prologue
PROLOGUE
MACI
Six Weeks Earlier
I ’m jobless.
I’m homeless.
And I’m heartbroken.
“What can I get for you?” I’m knocked out of my reverie before tumbling into the levels of betrayal a woman can go through in the span of forty-eight hours.
“Tequila, and keep them coming,” I respond without looking up, too busy trying to slide onto the barstool without making a fool out of myself by falling to the ground. Too bad I’ve already done that in the form of being a dumb woman who chased after a man. Yep, I’m thirty-four years old and have not one single thing to show for it. No car and definitely no home to call my own, and a career that I’ve been more than made aware of currently has me blacklisted.
“Bad day?” I look up from the bar top, finally settled in, and am yanking my skirt down that has a penchant to rise up anytime there’s a chair of some sort involved. Why didn’t I take the time to change out of my work clothes and into a pair of comfy sweats? Oh, that’s right, because I had to somehow manage to hold my head high, keep my shoulders back, and sign the termination papers. Why not add more insult to injury? I did what I had to do. Unfortunately, it meant dressing appropriately because I would never allow that asshat to make me feel any more inferior than I already do. Then I had to swing back to the hotel I’d been staying at, grab my carry-on suitcase, and book it to the airport. I didn’t even have time to use the restroom since time was of the essence, and the last thing I wanted was to be stranded here longer than necessary. Fat a lot of good that did me.
“More like bad week,” I respond. Usually, I have better manners than the ones I’m portraying at the present moment. But I’ve been sitting at this airport for hours upon hours, waiting to board my plane, only to have to stay another night. You know, in the sort of way where it’s impossible to leave the tarmac. Apparently, there was a mechanical issue, then there was no pilot, and then the weather turned downright terrible. The excuses seemed endless. I was handed a voucher for a hotel room attached to the airport and sent on my merry way. It did indeed help dull the raging inferno inside of my soul, but barely.
“Thanks.” The shot of tequila burns like battery acid sliding down my throat.
“Another?” Kelsey asks. I noticed her name badge on the upper left-hand side of her shirt when I slugged the shot back.
“Please.” She pours another shot while my hand never leaves the glass. I’m acting ridiculous, like someone is going to take their last meal away, when the bar is empty. I let go of the glass, allowing it to sit on the dark wood, take a fortifying breath, and try to calm my quaking nerves.
“No problem,” Kelsey replies before moving away. I’d have thought for sure this bar would be busy with this being an international airport in a city I once loved. A place that at any given time could cater to your every whim. I keep my hands in my lap, my thumb fiddling with the mixed metal ring on my index finger, and think back on the reason why I’ve had to box up every last belonging I owned with my now ex-boyfriend, ship it to my parents’ house, and change my mailing address and every last password to every single thing—banking app, email, social media, and bills. It’s been a mess to have to do this from thousands of miles away from the comfort of your true home. A home I called the second everything went down. My dad tried to hop on the next plane to Vegas, but Mom and I talked him down, thankfully. It’s better to cut and, in my case, run. Sprint right back to my parents in Florida. Which is what I was trying to do today, except the world is out to get me, and yes, this is my woe-is-me moment. Tomorrow, I’ll pull my big girl panties up in order to face my fate. Today is not that day. I grab the shot and am about to suck it down in one swallow when I hear his voice.
“Hey, Kelsey, can I get a scotch with a splash of water?” Deep, rich, and with a natural warmth that heats you from the outside in. I’m almost too scared to look toward the man who’s making me rethink this whole being heartbroken stance I’ve taken. Maybe I’m more annoyed than anything else because when I take the chance and look at the man beside me, my insides quiver.
“Macallan good?” I take the plunge. What do I have to lose? I’ve lost everything else, my dignity included, especially after this morning.
“Yeah.” The first sight I’m greeted with are his fingers; they’re long and strong, nails cut neatly, ring finger bare with not so much as a line or indent visible, and he’s currently strumming a beat on the top of the bar. I notice the long-sleeve shirt, the cufflinks with the airplane securing them in place, and when I take in the whole package…
There are so many words to describe the man sitting beside me.
Captivating.
Striking.
Confident.
And last but not least, mesmerizing.
“Tysen.” He offers his hand, and while he’s got me swallowing my tongue and my mouth suddenly goes dry, his big palm slides into mine, and the feeling only intensifies. So much so, desire pools between my legs and I have to clamp my thighs together. When the palm of my hand slides into his, my want for this man seems to intensify even more.
“Maci,” I reply. When Tysen licks his lips, I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame. I take the sexy stranger in, working my way from the top to the bottom.
Short, dark, naturally textured hair with a tight curl pattern, sharp jawline, high cheekbones. Rich, deep mahogany skin tone. Expressive eyes that are intense, reflecting both depth and emotion. Full lips that have me biting the inside of my cheek, desperately wanting to feel them pressed against mine. His facial hair is neatly trimmed, along his cheeks, chin, and around his mouth. The collar of his shirt is unbuttoned at the throat, giving me a peek of his muscular chest, which only makes him that much hotter.
“You here long?” he asks.
“Only tonight. My flight was canceled because of the storms.” I continue my downward path, perusing his body. Broad shoulders, defined chest, tapered torso, and yes, I can see all that while he’s sitting down. I can also tell he’s tall, really freaking tall, and he’s really fucking hot.
“Same. Weather sucks. May as well make the most of it.” His voice slides over my body like flames licking at coal, heating me up much like his eyes are doing to me.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Tysen tips the contents of his glass back. When he swallows it all in one go, his throat muscles turn me on further, and when he sets it back down, I’m in for another shock to my senses.
“You done?” I shrug my shoulders. “I’ll rephrase that, are you coming or not?” Tysen stands up, tosses a hundred-dollar bill on the bar to pay for our drinks, and waits me out.
“Not yet, but hopefully, I will be by the time the night is over.” I throw back my shot with my response and slide off my barstool.
“That’s a bet you can count on,” he says through clenched teeth while his hand slides to my lower back, awakening my flesh through the fabric of my clothes. Maybe it’s the black pencil skirt showing off my curves, or the red blouse I have tucked in with more than a hint of cleavage, or maybe it’s the black high heels I have on my feet that arch my body in a way that I’m gaining his full attention. What I do know is Tysen is guaranteeing a night of orgasms, and I’m more than ready to have my share.
Tysen
The banging on a door feels like it’s in a dream. I roll over expecting to meet Maci’s warm body, and considering she’s been glued to me the entire night, it’s weird as fuck that she’s not wrapped around me right now. I’m greeted with nothing but a tangle of pillows and sheets.
No way last night could have been a dream. Ain’t no fuckin’ way. Maci, who had my dick hard with just one look, plus the way she was eating me up with her eyes, I knew she’d be mine. I went out on a limb since the chemistry was there, she liked what she saw, and I definitely liked what I saw. My cock goes rock hard remembering seeing her from behind. I was walking toward my hotel room for the night, when my eyes shifted to the left and instantly, I veered off my course. Maci’s back was arched. She’d taken her hair out of some kind of twist, so her long, dark chestnut hair was falling down in a sheet of waves stopping at the middle of her back. It led to an ass that you could tell was thick and would allow you to sink your teeth and your fingers in. I’d been in the bar before. After being a pilot for umpteen years, you get to know the employees in the airports you frequent. This one was one of my usual haunts, and I got a surprise when it came to me sitting next to Maci.
When I saw her front, I felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs. Taking a breath didn’t help the matter. Maci’s scent is deep and exotic, pulling you in like a siren’s song. The warmth of vanilla and caramel, a touch of honey that had me ready and wanting a whole lot more. Her plush pouty lips are full and inviting, and when I got my mouth on them, she came alive. Maci couldn’t wait, and I couldn’t, either. The only thing holding me back from dragging her out of the bar the minute I took notice was the fact I’d been in my uniform. I’ve got plans to move away from commercial airlines, and the last thing I wanted was to get fired by hauling Maci over my shoulder through the airport. That’s why when the elevator closed and we were alone, I moved us into the corner, furthest away from the camera, hiding myself and her. I went slow at first with our kiss, each movement deliberate, but when she let out a soft sigh, allowing me to gain entrance, shit got real fast. Her leg wrapped around the back of my thigh, and if it weren’t for the tight fabric, I’d have had my cock out and buried inside her within a minute.
The dinging of the elevator made us pull apart, but still, she didn’t cool off. Her hands were on me every which way. We stepped into the corridor and walked toward the hotel room, her in front of me, staying close. Her ass arching into my groin made it damn hard to get the door to my room unlocked. The minute we cleared the doorway, all bets were off. I had her up against the wall, wrenching her skirt up and allowing me to feel her with my bare hands. They gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart and feeling the sweet heat of her pussy. Maci’s hands were ripping at my shirt buttons, trying to yank me free of my clothes, and I was busy trying to get her off. We nearly ended up on the floor before we got ahold of ourselves, stripping our clothes away, dropping them piece by piece, until my breathing became uncontrollable. Maci did the unthinkable; she turned around, traipsed her sweet-as-fuck body toward the dresser where a mirror hung above it, and bent over. I lost the will to hold back. A rip of a condom later, and my cock was sheathed. I was behind her, my hands on her hips, and the only reason I sunk my cock to the hilt was because I saw her wetness; she was fucking saturated. Her eyes closed, while mine stayed locked on hers at the mirror and only left to watch my cock tunnel in and out her slick pussy.
The first time she came, it was hot and fast. The second time was with my mouth. Then she did one better, spinning around until her mouth engulfed my dick, and we both got off, her jacking my cock until her tits were coated with my cum. The third round, it was me flat on my back with Maci working her hips until we both got off. After that, we were both wiped. Still, when she laid her head on the pillow, my arm beneath her neck, I watched how her nipples tightened when the tips of my fingers dragged along her skin, and damn if my cock didn’t perk up at the thought of having her again. We still weren’t done. A few hours later, I pulled her out of her sleep and dragged her to the shower, where we did a fuck of a lot more than wash each other.
“Housekeeping!” I hear someone enter the room, jarring me out of my semi-state of sleep, and I look at the clock.
“Fuck,” I groan, wiping my hand down my face at not seeing any trace of Maci here. Figures that the one woman who has me ready for more fucked, cut, and ran.
“Oh, sorry.” A member of the cleaning staff appears at the doorway.
“No, no. Can you give me five minutes, and I’ll be out of your way?” I ask, making sure my cock isn’t visible. It appears Maci has fucked up more than my cock. She’s got my head fucked up, too.