Sweet Addiction (14 page)

He chuckles. “Ignore
her.” Pulling me in for a lasting kiss, the door opens but I don’t register it
until after he has broken our contact. I wobble. This man can make me weak in
the knees if I even cared about
having
knees anymore. The sound of a
throat clearing causes us both to look into the room at the table full of men,
Ian standing at the door and wearing his biggest smile. “Caught ya. Come on,
man, we need to get started.” I feel my face flush as Reese straightens his tie
quickly and grabs the back of my head, pulling me into him for a quick kiss in
my hair.

“Bye, love,” he
whispers.

“Bye, handsome. Go crunch
some numbers or audit something or whatever the fuck it is you do.” He shakes
against me with laughter and pulls back, winking before he walks into the room.
My eyes quickly scan the table for my empty bakery boxes when I stop on a
familiar smirk that is plastered on the face of the man who had picked up the
tarts for his father last week.  His eyes rake over my body, slow and
sleazy like and I suddenly feel dirty as Ian clears his throat, earning my
attention.

“Bye, Dylan,” he says
and I wave awkwardly, turning on my heels and hearing the sound of the doors
close behind me.

What the fuck was that
guy doing here? And why the hell did he stare at me like that?
I
ride the elevators down and march purposely through the lobby as my mind races.
I find Joey outside in the van talking on his phone as I hop in the driver’s
seat and start it up.

“Okay, baby. I love you
too. Bye.” He ends his call and lays his head back dramatically onto the seat.
“I’m in deep, cupcake.”

“I can tell,” I reply
playfully. “You are
not
going to believe who I just saw sitting in the
meeting.” After waiting a minute for effect, Joey motions with his hands for me
to hurry the fuck up with my information as I drive down the street. “That guy
that gave me his card the other day in the shop. The cocky one who picked up
the tarts.”

I hear his sharp breath
intake. “Are you serious? What the hell was he doing there? Does he work there?
Holy shit, are him and Reese coworkers?”

These are the same
questions that are running through my mind. “I don’t know, I didn’t get to ask.
I really hope not though. Asshole stared at me like he wanted to eat me.” I
feel a chill run through me at the memory of it.

“That’s probably
because he does. He wasn’t shy about wanting you last week and I’m sure seeing
you again with Reese’s dick in your mouth didn’t help.”

I scowl at him. “Christ
almighty, Joey, he just saw me kiss him.”
In fact, everyone saw me kiss him.
“Okay so you’re kind of an expert at the whole casual sex stuff right? Have you
ever seen a guy that you are just fucking more than once in the same day? I
mean, do you space out the times you spend together or do you just say fuck it
and see him whenever you both feel like it?”

Joey chuckles before he
answers. “Honestly, when I’ve done the
just sex
stuff before, we saw
each other often because we wanted to fuck often. I think as long as you both
can keep yourselves from getting too wrapped up in it, there shouldn’t be that
many rules.” He slips his phone out of his pocket and begins messing with it,
ending our discussion.

I contemplate Joey’s
explanation to me as we drive to the shop.  There shouldn’t be too many
rules? I felt like rules were extremely necessary, at least for me to be able
to do this successfully. There are certain things that just can’t happen
between Reese and me. Like sleepovers and meeting each other’s families and
doing anything too romantic or intimate.  Keeping myself from getting too
wrapped up in him is the biggest struggle of my life but immensely worth it. I
want to do this with him more than anything because I love being with him. The
alternative, ending this because it’s too hard for me sent a pain through my
body at the very idea of it. If anyone is going to fuck this up between us,
it’s going to be me. He isn’t going to interpret things the way they aren’t
meant to be interpreted and he isn’t going to get too attached so neither
should I. He’s used to not doing serious, and even though I’m not, I can keep
up. I’m determined to make this work and I will. I just need to stop acting
like a stupid girl about it.

I closed up the shop on
Tuesday night at 6:00 p.m, saying goodnight to Joey after he helped me put any
uneaten goodies away. My mind had been on Reese all afternoon and I was aching to
be with him, and not just for sex. I wanted to talk to him and play with him. I
just wanted to see him. And he wanted to see me. I had originally planned on
spending my night watching television or taking a long bath, but neither one of
those options sounded appealing anymore. I stopped fighting it and quickly made
up my mind. Slipping off my apron and grabbing my purse and keys, I locked up
the shop behind me and strolled towards Sam.

Driving to Reese’s
building was an easy route from the bakery. He lived in Printer’s Row which was
just south of downtown Chicago, a mere five minutes away. I was very familiar
with the area, having catered to several businesses in the trendy upscale
neighborhood. I liked this part of the city, and told myself that I really
should come down here more often as I park Sam down the street a bit and lock
him up, beginning the short walk to the front of the condos. 

I practically sprint
off the elevator and down the hallway, stopping sharply in front of Reese’s
door and looking down at my flustered state. You would think by the way my skin
is tingling that it has been days since I last saw him. Slipping my phone out
of my pocket, I smile and quickly type a message.

Me: I really want to see you
tonight. Is there any way you could stop whatever it is you’re doing and come
to my place?

I wait patiently and
then a thought hits me that makes me feel like a complete jerk off.
What if
he isn’t home? What if he’s at his office or out somewhere and is going to
leave to go to the bakery and I’m not there? Shit.
But just as my blood
pressure starts elevating to a crazy height, his door swings open and I smile
at the sight of him typing on his phone with one hand, his keys in the other.
My phone beeps and he quickly glances up, his lips parting and a sharp breath
escaping at the sight of me. I’m still in my pink dress from earlier, but now
my hair is down and it frames my face in soft waves. As his eyes take me in it
hits me. Reese had stopped whatever it was that he was doing to come to me and
I knew that I would have done the same if he had asked. And I am done trying to
convince myself otherwise.

“Dylan, hi. I didn’t, I
thought…”

I lift up my hand to
stop him. “Hold on, I just got a text from this crazy hot guy. It might be important.”
He leans against the door and beams at me as I swipe across my screen and fail
miserably at holding back my ridiculous smile.

Reese: I’ll always stop whatever it
is I’m doing to come to you.

Oh man.
I tilt my head and step towards him, kissing him briefly on the lips before I
turn away from him. “Got my fix. See ya.” I say and yelp as his hands grip me
around my waist and lift me up, pulling me back against him as he carries me
through his doorway. “Put me down you barbarian.” I laugh and he shifts me so
that I am now hanging over his shoulder, my face in his perfect ass. I smack it
loudly and feel his hand pinch mine as he walks me through his condo which I am
now getting my first real look at, of course it’s all upside down at the
moment. Stopping finally, he slides me down his body and places my feet on the
floor.

“You’re here,” he
states as I give him a quick once over. He’s wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt
and looks entirely too snuggly. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair
as he smiles down at me, the little lines popping out next to his eyes.

“I am, and thank God so
are you. I panicked that maybe you were out on a hot date or something.”

He looks at me
curiously and runs his fingers along my jaw. “No hot date tonight I’m afraid.
And what exactly are
you
doing here? I thought we shouldn’t see each
other more than once in the same day?”

I shrug and step back
from him, glancing around the massive living area that we are standing in. This
has to be the nicest condo I’ve ever been in. “I was feeling rebellious. What
were you doing before I got here?” My eyes fall on the couch that I am very
fond of as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back against him.

“Watching TV on my
favorite couch.” He reaches around and plants a kiss on my ear. “Would you like
to join me?”

“I thought maybe we’d
play a game. Do you have any cards?”

He releases me and
disappears down the hallway and into a room while I turn and sit on the armrest
of the couch. Reemerging moments later, he tosses me the deck and I stand up
and walk to his round dining table, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. He
sits across from me and I blow him a kiss.

“Handsome.” I pull the
cards out and begin shuffling them.

“Love, what game are we
playing?” He leans back in his chair, his shirt tightening across his broad
chest.
Who the hell looks this good in sweats?

I think for a moment
before I reply. “I actually don’t think it has a name so I’ll just explain it
to you.” I stand up and walk around the table, pulling my chair so that it is
now next to his and sit down. He turns his body towards me and begins lightly
running his fingertips over my bare knee. I place the stacked deck face down on
the table in front of us.

“So, we take turns drawing
cards, each suit representing something different. Hearts are kissing, diamonds
are oral, clubs are stimulation using your hands, and spades are massages.” His
eyebrows raise and he licks his grinning lips. “The numbers on the cards
represent how many seconds you get to do that activity, for example.” I pull
the top card and turn it in my hand, showing the five of hearts. Leaning in, I
press my mouth against his and swipe my tongue across his lips as he moves with
me. I savor his minty taste for five well worth it seconds and then break away,
placing my card down on the table. “Oh and I’ve kept the jokers in. You pick
one of those and you get to fuck me.” 

He rubs his hands
together eagerly. “No time limit on the fucking?” Dropping his hand on top of
the deck, he waits anxiously for my response with a raised brow.

“No, but I would like
to play a little before we get completely lost in each other, so I’m hoping
neither one of us draws one for at least a couple turns.”

He looks like he is
about to respond but quickly shakes his head as he picks up a card.  I
dance in my seat as he shows it to me. “Diamonds are what again?”

“Oral.” I lean back in
my chair and spread my legs as he amusingly kneels down in front of me. He
looks just as enthusiastic about this as I am.

“Count it out,” he
says, slipping off my panties and tucking them into his pants pocket.

“I will be getting
those back before I leave,” I state, praying that he’ll actually refuse me.

“Good luck with that.”
Burying his head between my legs, I wait to start the count until I feel the
first lick.

“Ohwow. One, two,
threeeee.” He sits up and licks his lips as I reach the end of my count.
“Stupid. I should have removed all cards with numerical values less than ten.”

“You should have. Three
seconds between your legs is not nearly enough time for me.”

Picking my card, I
stand up and walk behind him as I drop it into his lap. “Count please,” I say
as I begin massaging his upper back and shoulders.

“Mmmm One, two, three,
four, five…” His numbers trail off as I rub down his arms, digging into his
muscles and offering the perfect amount of pressure. I will never get tired of
touching him. He’s extremely responsive to every little movement of my hands. I
move around front and take my seat, pulling his hands into mine and kneading
his palms with my thumbs. “Ten.” Slowly opening his eyes, he looks at me,
completely relaxed and borderline sleepy. “I love it when you do that.”

I kiss each palm before
I drop them. “I know you do, and I love doing it. You look so freaking cute
when you’re relaxed like that.”

He picks his card and
quickly sticks it back into the middle of the deck.

“Hey. What was that?” I
ask through a laugh, trying to grab the deck as he brushes my hands away.

“Something that I’m not
ready for yet. Back off, Sparks.” Drawing another card, he flicks it at me and
it lands on my dress face up. “Hands?”

I nod through a closed
lipped grin. Reaching out and pulling me into his lap in one quick motion, my
back against his chest, his fingers run up the inside of my thigh and between
my legs. “Reese.” I let my head roll back against his.

“Count, love.” He slips
two fingers inside me and begins rubbing my spot with his thumb in his perfect
rhythm.

I swallow loudly. “One,
two, Jesus Christ, three, six, Reese.” He laughs into my ear and slowly pulls
out as I groan in protest. “I fucking hate this game. We should have just
played strip poker.” I cross my arms over my chest after reclaiming my seat.

He quickly sucks on his
fingers before he picks another card and hands it to me. “I like it.”

I snatch the card away
from him and glance at it quickly, smiling at myself. “Not for long. You’re
about to hate this game as much as I do, Carroll.” Turning the card in my hand,
I reveal the four of diamonds. “Pull it out, I don’t have all night.”

His eyes widen as he
reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock, holding it at the base. 
He’s impossibly hard already as I kneel between his legs. Leaning in and
planting a kiss on the head, I hear his breathing quicken at the anticipation.

“Count please,” I say
before taking him in as far as I can. I moan against his skin and feel the
muscles of his lower body tense.

“FUCK, one, two, Dylan,
oh God, please don’t stop at---”

“Four,” I say as I give
one last kiss to the head and sit back into my chair.

“Fuck this game,” he
grunts and pulls me onto my feet, turning me around so that I’m facing the
table, his chest to my back. “I want this dress off.”

Reaching down with
shaking hands, I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it over my head in one
quick motion, leaving me standing completely naked. His hands reach around and
cup my bare breasts, pulling at my nipples as I arch into his grip.

“I need you.”

“God, Dylan. Do you
have any fucking clue what you’re doing to me?” His voice is strained and his
breath is hot against my hair. One hand leaves my breast and grips my hip and I
feel him between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. I’m completely
soaked and ready for him but he doesn’t enter me. Placing my palms flat on the
table, I lean forward and feel his mouth on my back, his tongue and lips
caressing the skin on my spine. My elbows are shaking and I can barely hold
myself still.

“Reese, please.” I need
him in me and wiggle against him, feeling his hitched breath against my back.
His hand that is holding my breast runs down my taunt stomach and rests between
my legs.

“You’re all I think
about,” he whispers so softly that I barely hear it over my panting. But I
definitely hear it. His thumb begins moving against my clit as he rubs against
my entrance with his erection. “Dylan.”

“You’re all I think
about too.” I drop my head down, somehow feeling even more exposed than just
being naked in front of him. His hand grips the back of my neck and rolls me
forward; giving him the angle he needs to push into me. We cry out together at
that first drive and he starts moving, harder and harder, faster against me
with such force that I think I might snap in half. Both hands move to my hips
and pull me against him, allowing himself deeper entry and hitting every nerve
in my body.

“Reese. OH GOD.” I
shake against him, pushing against his every thrust. One arm wraps around my
waist and pulls me back to him. He’s still wearing his shirt and it slides
against my skin, rising up with each movement so more and more of his bare
chest is felt against my back.  His tight muscles flex against me, the arm
holding my waist contracting against my stomach. I reach above me and wrap my one
hand around his neck, the other gripping tightly onto the arm around my waist.
He’s so powerful, every part of him and not just the way he moves during sex.
He’s in complete control of every part of me and everything we do together.
Fuck feminism. I need Reese more than I need my next breath. His words ring out
around me, telling me how good I feel, how nothing has ever felt like this, how
he can’t get enough of me. Everything he says gets me closer.

“Come for me, love.”

“OhGod, YES.” My core
ignites and strikes every nerve inside of me as we release together, his name
on my lips as I fall forward and sprawl out naked onto his table. He stays in
me, his head resting on the middle of my back as his breath warms my already
heated skin. We remain just like this for minutes, neither one of us pulling or
pushing away from the other. The only sounds filling the condo is our
breathing. I finally begin to wiggle against him and he kisses me quickly on my
back before pulling out, allowing me to stand and stretch my muscles.

“I was getting the
worst cramp. Would have been totally worth it though just for the record,” I
say as he picks my dress up off the floor and smiles down at me. Studying it
quickly in the most adorable Reese way, he holds it over my head and allows me
to slip back into it, kissing me quickly on my lips as my head pops through the
top.

“Stay here,” he orders
before turning and walking down the hallway and through a doorway. He walks
back out and steps into another room but now with something in his hand. The
sound of running water peaks my curiosity and I’m about to follow him when he
reemerges, carrying a wash cloth in one hand and something else folded up in
the other. Dropping to his knees in front of me, I yelp at the chilled cotton
as he wipes between my legs, cleaning off what he gave me. “Here, step in.” I
glance down as he holds open a pair of his boxers.

“Well, this could have
been avoided if someone didn’t have a panty fetish.” He shimmies the cotton
blend up my thighs and winks at me. Gripping the waist band, I roll them until
they become very short and look like tiny boy briefs.
Mmm please let me keep
these.

“Yes but if I wouldn’t
have taken them, I wouldn’t be standing here looking at your hot little ass in
my boxers.” He reaches around and smacks me. “Hungry?” he asks just as my
stomach growls.

I embarrassingly push
against it and he smirks. “Yeah well, I didn’t put much thought into dinner
since I rushed over here so technically it’s your fault I didn’t eat.” I walk
over to the couch and plop down sideways so that my bare feet are resting on
the cold leather

“Oh is that right?” he
says as I hear movement in the kitchen. I decide not to look and let him
surprise me as I grab the TV remote and begin flipping through the
channels.  I stop on a cooking show and watch with interest as the host
begins flattening out pastry dough. “Do you like spaghetti?”

“Yes, I love it. Are
you actually going to cook me dinner?” I rest the side of my head on the
leather and play with the hem of my dress.

“I’m going to heat it
up. Oh by the way, the guys at the meeting today loved your treats.” The
microwave dings and I smile. “Those apple things were insane. I ate like four
of them.”

I radiate from where I
sit and then the thought of the meeting brings back the smirk that I’d received
before I left. “Hey, there was this guy in your meeting today that came into my
shop last week.” I close my eyes and try to picture his business card. “Umm,
weird first name. Cocky. Thinks he’s way hotter than he is.”