Sweet Addiction (6 page)

“Shit. Uh, sorry, man.
This will only take a minute,” Reese says as we both stare at the door.

“Jesus Christ, Dylan. I
was so fucking close,” Juls growls.

I hold my hands up.
“This was not my idea. Blame the asshole next to me.” His head flicks towards
mine and I stare him down.
Yeah that’s right. I said it.

“Well? What the fuck is
it?” Ian asks, still out of breath.

“Why the hell did you
tell Juls that I was married?”

He laughs. “Uh, I
didn’t. You? Married? That’s fucking hilarious. Babe, who told you Reese was
married?”

“
You
did. Last
week when we all went to The Tavern after work. Right?” She sounds nervous and
suddenly unsure of herself.

“This is so fucking
stupid. Can I go please?” I ask and Reese’s arm shoots out and prevents me from
grabbing the door handle. I try to push it away but my efforts are useless.

“Babe, I think you’ve
mistaken Reese for Trent. Trent is married.”

My stomach drops.

“Oh. Oh fuck, you’re right.
Dylan, I’m so sorry. Shit, I really thought it was Reese. Honest mistake
though, right?” She giggles nervously and clears her throat.

I drop my head into my
hands. “Jesus Christ.” I groan, hearing a muffled laugh coming from my left and
suddenly wanting to hurl myself out the nearest window.
Oh God, this is
awkward.

“Well, now that there’s
no confusion, can you two love birds please get the fuck out so I can finish?”
Ian utters through a laugh. “And lock the door behind you.”

“Yup. Uh, meet you downstairs,
Juls.” I quickly open the door, beginning to make my way towards the elevators
when a pair of hands grab my waist and spin me.

“Oh no. I don’t think
so,” Reese states, gripping my elbow and leading me back down the hallway and
straight to his office.
Shit. He’s not married. Now what?

I was completely
unprepared for this turn of events. Everything was executed perfectly on my
side. I slapped him, called him out on his infidelity, and didn’t allow his
blinding good looks to deter me in any way. I felt powerful storming into his
office and telling him off the way I did. But now, now I feel like a meek
little church mouse as I cower in the corner of his office.  He isn’t
married. That was not something I was expecting to discover and definitely not
something I was prepared to have to contemplate. I mean, what did we share
together other than a hot fling at a wedding? There wasn’t anything deeper
going on here, was there? No, surely not. No one develops relationships from
slutty wedding sex encounters. That’s not how those things work. If they did,
Joey would be in a new relationship every other month. My eyes slowly trail up
his long lean body and stop on his eyes that are curiously watching me. He has
regained his perch on his desk and hasn’t said a word as I fidget with my
fingers, debating on where to start.
Fuck. I owed him a major apology. 
I clear my throat and step closer to him, seeing him shift a bit on his
desk.

“So, I was wondering if
it was at all possible for you to completely forget that I came storming in
here like a crazy person and assaulted you. If not, I’m not entirely above
groveling.”

He tilts his head and
strokes his jaw with his hand. Pushing off the desk, he bridges the gap between
us. “Well, you did think I was a married man who was fucking around behind his
wife’s back. I think that slap was justified from your point of view.” His hand
brushes my hair off my shoulder, the small gesture causing my stomach to knot
up. “Besides, I would hate to
completely
forget how incredibly sexy you
looked all feisty and pissed off.”

I laugh slightly. “You
thought that was sexy?”

He nods and licks his
lip as he stares at my mouth. I step into him, feeling his hands grip tightly
onto my jeaned hips. “Well then, I could rip you a new one for acting like a
total dipshit after you fucked me. It’s your call.” His chest heaves rapidly as
I run my hands up his arms and stop on his biceps, squeezing once before
flicking my eyes up to his. Hard muscles tense against my hands.

“Do your worst,” he
whispers.

My fingers trail up the
length of his tie. Yelling at him to make him want me was tempting. Really
tempting. But he had technically already apologized for his behavior, and right
now, I didn’t want to yell. Not unless he was fucking it out of me.

Gripping his tie in my
fist, I pull him back behind his desk and push him down into his chair. “I
choose groveling,” I declare as his eyes widen. Kneeling before him and
steadying my fingers, I slip them into his belt, loosening it and unzipping his
khakis.

“Dylan.”

My hand grips his
length and I pull him out, flicking my tongue across the head and glancing up
into his eyes that are now glazed with lust. My tongue swirls around the head
and down the shaft, licking every inch of him. I trail soft kisses along the
seam as his eyes stay glued on my mouth, his lips parting and his breath coming
out in quick bursts.

“That’s so hot, love.
Suck it hard.”

I smile and wrap my
lips around him, guiding him to the back of my throat as he lets out a hiss. I
want to take him completely, but that isn’t going to be possible. Not with what
this man is working with. Wrapping my hand around the base, I stroke him with
my mouth, sucking and licking as his hands find my hair. 

“Jesus. Just like that.
Don’t stop.”

His hands guide me at
the pace he wants. Up and down, licking around the head before I take him in as
far as I can. My hand strokes him tightly, gliding up and down his slick length
as my mouth follows its path. His fingers brush down my temple, along my cheek
and across my jaw. I keep my eyes on his face, seeing the muscles in his neck
tense with each suck and his head fall back onto his chair when I lick the tip.
He moans, thrusting his hips into my movements as his hands hold my head in
place. I never was a huge fan of blow jobs, but the noises coming from Reese
right now are making this insanely hot. I wasn’t just getting him off, I was
getting myself off.  My thighs are pressed tightly together as I kneel in
front of him and I know without a doubt that my panties are drenched. He pulses
against my tongue. Sucking hard, I pull him deep and let him hit the back of my
throat as I relax my muscles.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

I pump him with my hand
and feel his hot release shoot into my mouth, swallowing and feeling even more
powerful in this moment than I did when I stormed into this office. His legs
tense under me and his throaty grunts cause me to suck harder, pulling every
bit out of him. He loosens his grip on my hair and gently brushes it out of my
face.

“Holy fucking shit.”

I sit back on my heels
and smile at my minor victory. He’s still desperately hard and I want to do it
again, and again. Making him come apart with my mouth has been one of the
hottest things I’ve ever done. Plus he tastes good. Really good.  I glance
up into his eyes as his breathing steadies, his chest pulling at the buttons on
his dress shirt.

“I’m not sure what’s
sexier, you yelling at me
or
you groveling,” he says through a grin
that’s as infectious as it is adorable. I smile and bite my lip as my phone
beeps in my pocket. I quickly slip it out.

Juls: I came. Did you? Time to go,
sweets.

“Thanks for lunch,” I
say playfully, his smile still on his face as he resituates himself and stands,
offering me his hand. I place mine in his and stand on my wobbly legs.
Holy
crap, I felt like I
just came.

“That was incredible.”
He presses his lips against my softly, lingering for a moment as my phone beeps
again.

“Shit. Sorry, I have a
bakery to run. Later, handsome.” I pull away from him and turn to see him
shaking his head. “Oh by the way, I’d like my panties back.”  I keep my
hand on the doorknob while waiting for his response.

“Would you?” His voice
is thick and causes me to clamp my thighs together. My urge to throw him back onto
his desk and ride him is stronger than ever.

I nod and regain my
composer. “Yes, I would. That pair happened to be a favorite of mine.”

He runs a hand through
his hair as he smooths out his tie with the other. “Too bad, they’re also a
favorite of mine.” He arches his brow and I grip the doorknob tighter.
Holy
fuck.
“I suppose I could get you another pair. Although, I’m not accustomed
to perusing lingerie shops, and I might get the wrong ones. Maybe you should go
with me.”

Oh man.
The thought of Reese buying me panties is unbelievably hot. I can picture him,
walking around and studying each pair with his curious stare, his hands raking
through his hair when he can’t find the ones he’s looking for. I smile at the
image but quickly shake it off. I shouldn’t seem too affected by this guy. “I’m
sorry, aren’t I standing in the office of a CPA? You’re a partner right?” He
nods, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches me. “Then a smart guy like
you who I’m assuming didn’t fuck his way to the top shouldn’t have a problem
finding them on his own. Unless, you
did
fuck your way to the top?” I
cock an eyebrow and grin as he shakes his head, trying desperately to hold back
his smile. “You can send them by way of your flour delivery boy.” His grin
bursts through as I quickly exit his office, my cheeks burning from my flushed
state.

**

“Well?” Juls asks as we
make our way back to the bakery.

“Well nothing. He’s not
married apparently.” I keep a straight face but feel like I’m radiating from the
inside out. Giving Reese a lunch time blow job has made my week and I can’t get
his reaction to it out of my head. His widened eyes as I pulled him out, his
face when he came, the feel of his hands in my hair. I shake my head and snap
out of my stupor. 

She laughs. “I don’t
know who you think you’re talking to here. But I’m your best friend, Dylan, and
I know that face. You like him.” 

“I’m sorry, did you get
the sense fucked out of you back there? I do not like him. He was my wedding
hook up.”

“First of all, yes I
did get the sense fucked out of me as I always do with Ian. The man is an
Adonis.”

“TMI.” I chuckle.

“And secondly, you
totally
like him, otherwise you wouldn’t have cared if he was married or not.”

I shake my head.
“Please. The only reason why I cared was because the idea of sleeping with a
married man was eating away at me. Now, that feeling of shame is gone.”

She pulls up in front
of the shop and puts her escalade in park. “And now that feeling of shame has
been replaced with love?”

I bark out a laugh and
open the door. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. We still on for drinks tomorrow
night?”

“Hell yes. Give JoJo
kisses for me.” I wave to her before stepping into the shop, spotting Joey
pacing behind the counter.

His hands are
continually tugging at the ends of his hair and he looks thoroughly stressed
and irritated. Turning towards the sound of me entering, he drops his hands
dramatically. “For fuck’s sake. I have been dying here while you two whores
played castrate the adulterer. What happened?”

I walk behind the
counter to join him and down my now completely cold coffee. “Calm down, you
queen. We didn’t castrate anybody.”

He raises a brow
suspiciously. “Well why the hell not? Wasn’t that the whole point of storming
over there?”

I’m about to answer
when the shop door opens. Joey straightens up and sharply turns towards the
door. “We’re closed,” he barks towards the customer as I fold over in laughter.

“Joey.” I nudge him and
he smiles. “He’s just kidding, sir, how can I help you?”

The gray-haired man
smiles and moves up to the counter. “Good afternoon. Do you have any tarts? I
love tarts and haven’t had one in years.” He eyes up my display case and taps
lightly on the glass with his hands.

“I’m a bit of a tart
sugar,” Joey says in his overly flirtatious voice.

“Good Lord. No, sir,
I’m sorry I don’t make tarts. Although, maybe I will. What kind do you like?”

He smiles sweetly as
his eyes light up. “Oh all kinds. Strawberry, blueberry, kiwi, they’re all
delicious.”

I giggle at his enthusiasm
and pull out a notepad, scribbling down a reminder. “I’ll tell you what, I will
personally make some tarts and have them in the shop ready for you by the end
of the week. How does that sound?”

“That’s perfect.
Thanks, sugar. I’ll stop in sometime on Friday.” He winks at me before turning
and leaving the shop, the door dinging closed behind him.

Joey shakes his head at
me. “Do you have to be so accommodating all the time? We do enough special
requests as it is.”

I place my notepad on
the counter and put my hand on my hip. “Hey, special requests are what make
Dylan’s Sweet Tooth different from all the other bakeries around here. You
can’t just walk into Crumbs Galore on Main Street and ask for something they
don’t make. I like being approachable and accommodating. It gives me an edge.”
He rolls this eyes but smiles at me, knowing that I’m one hundred percent
right. Word of mouth about how customers can pretty much request anything in my
shop has gotten me a ton of business over the past three years. I shrug and
continue.  “Now, would you like to talk about how awesome we are compared
to our competition, or would you like to talk about how Reese
isn’t
married?”

His eyes widen and he stumbles.
“Isn’t? As in he’s single? As in you can continue to fuck him?”

My eyes rake through
the display case and I straighten up. “Hmmm, hold on. We need more black
bottoms.” I move towards the doorway that leads back to the kitchen when Joey
grabs me by the shoulders.

“Fuck the fucking black
bottoms. You owe me at least an hour of uninterrupted gossip.” His face is red
and his eyes are bugging out at me.

“And I will tell you
every juicy detail, after I grab a tray of black bottoms.” He lets out a string
of curse words and allows me to step in to the back.

I honored what I
promised and spared no detail with Joey as I placed the cupcakes into the
display case. He stood back, completely enthralled by my rundown of my lunch
time office visit. I told him about how I caught Juls getting nailed by Ian on
his desk and about how she had mistaken Reese for Trent. I mentioned how Reese
thought my angry tirade was sexy and how I was going to yell at him again but
opted for a blow job instead to properly apologize for my face slap. And I
wrapped up with his words to me when he apologized for his freak out behavior
at the wedding.

“He said he’s not used
to sex getting to him like that? What the hell does that even mean?” Joey asks
as he wipes down the glass of the display case. 

I shrug and nibble on a
muffin. “I don’t know. I was hoping you had some words of wisdom. It’s not like
I’m an expert on this shit or anything.”