PLACEHOLDER
Coming next is Irresistible Temptation, Tysen and Maci’s story and releases May 2025
Prologue
Winnie
Two Months 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 into the barstool without making a fool out of myself and 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-five years old and have not one single thing to show for it. No car and definitely home to call my own, and a career that could potentially have my black balled.
“Bad day?” I look up from the where bar top, finally settled in, 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, 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 the ass hats to make me feel any less inferior than I already do. Then I had to swing back to the hotel I’d been staying at, grab carry-on suitcase, and book it to the airport. I didn’t even have time to use the restroom, time was of the essence and the last thing I wanted was to be stranded here any longer than necessary. Fat lot of good that did me. I’ve been sitting here for hours upon hours, waiting to board my plane. One delay after the other has made it impossible to leave, a voucher for a hotel room attached to the airport helped dull the raging inferno inside of my soul.
“More like bad week,” I respond, usually I’d have better manners than the ones I’m portraying at the present moment. Except I’ve been sitting at this airport for hours upon hours, waiting to board my plane, only for it to be delayed. You know in the sort of way where it’s impossible to leave the tarmac, apparently there was a mechanical issue, then there wasn’t a pilot, and then the weather turned downright terrible. “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 and 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 over 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 where 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 had with my now ex-boyfriend, ship it to my parents’ house, 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 from home. A home I called the second everything went down, and my dad tried to hop on the next plane to Vegas, except mom and I talked him down. It’s better to cut and in my case, run. Run 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. Tomorrow I’ll pull my big girl panties in order to face my fate. Today is not that day, I grab the shot, 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 else 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, long and strong, nails cut neatly, ring finger bare, not so much as a line or indent can be seen, and he’s currently strumming a beat on the top of the bar. I notice the long sleeve shirt, the cufflink with the airplane securing them in place and when I take in the whole package.
There’s 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. 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’m having to and when the palm of my hand slides into his, the feeling of desire intensifies.
“Maci,” I reply, Tysen licks his lips and 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 patter, 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 well neatly trimmed, along his cheeks, chin, and around his mouth. The collar of his shirt is unbuttoned at the throat giving me a peep of his muscular chest and it 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 to a coal, heating me up much like his eyes are doing to me.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Tysen tips the contents of his glass back, swallowing it all in one go, his throat muscles turning 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, you coming or not?” Tysen stands up, tosses a hundred-dollar bill on the bar, paying 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 bar stool.
“That’s a bet you can count on,” Tysen’s say through clenched teeth, his hand slides to my lower back, my flesh awakening me through the fabric of my clothes. Maybe it’s the red pencil skirt showing off my curves, or the black 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.
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Tysen
The banging on a door feels like it’s in a dream, I roll over expecting to meet the warm body of Maci, and considering she’d 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, add in the way she was eating me up with her eyes, I knew she’d be mine. I went out on a limb, seeing as how 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 as I was walking toward my hotel room for the night, my eyes shifted to the left and instantly I veered course. Maci’s back was arched, she’d taken her hair out of some kind of twist, long, dark chestnut hair falling down in a sheet of waves stopping at the middle of her back. It led an ass that you could tell is thick and allow you to sink your teeth and your fingers in. I’d been in the bar before, having been a pilot for umpteen years, you learn the employees in the airports you’re often at. This one being one of my usual haunts and getting a surprise when it came to sitting next to Maci.
Then I saw the front, I felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs, taking a breath didn’t help matter either with her. Maci’s scent is deep, exotic pulling you in like a siren’s song. The warmness of vanilla and caramel, a touch of honey that had me ready wanting a whole lot more. Her plush pouty lips, full and inviting and when I got my mouth on hers, she came alive. Maci couldn’t wait and I couldn’t either, the only thing holding me back from not 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, 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 in the corner, furthest away from the camera, hiding myself and her. I’d gone slow at first with our kiss, each movement deliberate, then 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 had us pulling apart, still she didn’t cool off. Her hands on me every which way. Then once we stepped into corridor, walking toward the hotel room, her in front of me, staying close, her ass arching into my groin, and making it damn hard to get the door unlocked to my room. The minute we cleared the door, all bets were off. I’d had her up against the wall, wrenching her skirt up and allowing me to feel her with my bare hands. My hands gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart and feeling the sweet heat of her pussy. Maci’s hands were ripping at the 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. Then 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’d 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 clothes, 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 it was with mouth, she did one better, spinning around until her mouth engulfed my dick, and we both got off. The third round, it was me flat on my back and Macie 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’d 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 having her again.
“Housekeeping,” I hear someone clear the room, jarring me out of semi state of sleep fullness, and looking at the clock.
“Fuck,” I groan, wiping my hand down my face, not seeing any trace of Maci here. Figures, the one woman who has me ready for more cut, fuck, 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.