The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (21 page)

“Dylan.”

My name on his lips pushes me to the top. The burning sensation shoots through my body and I lose control willingly. “I’m coming.” I strain and arch into him, giving him the angle we both need to get him deeper. He growls and I feel him twitch inside me as I erupt around him at the same time. Warm release fills me and I pull his head back to allow me to watch him. “Look at me.”

His eyes fixate on mine, wide and dilated as he stills and exhales sharply. Blinking heavily, he drops his head. “Jesus Christ,” he says. His forehead is beaded with sweat and his hair is a right hot mess, which makes me smile. No one can pull off the
I just got fucked
hair like Reese. I am placed down on my feet and have to keep my arms around him to steady myself.

“Wow. You might have to carry me out of here,” I say through a laugh. He grins and studies me as he tucks himself away, watching me pull my dress down.

“I could do that.” He moves quickly to his desk and grabs a few tissues, dropping down in front of me and wiping between my legs. He discards them in the trashcan and returns in front of me, brushing the strand of hair that fell from my bun away from my face.

I’m certain I look thoroughly fucked, but don’t care in the least. This man owns my body and I will let him use it wherever and whenever, and the thought suddenly frightens me. I swallow loudly and back up a bit. “I think your meeting may have started without you.” I make sure my dress is covering everything, glancing behind me quickly. His hand stills on the door handle, getting ready to turn it when he looks over at me.

“I want to see you tonight.” His voice is low, his eyes hooded as if he’s bracing himself for my reaction.

I study him for a second before I respond. “But you just saw me.” I want to see him too. I want to see him every second of every day, but I can’t. I’m not strong enough for that.

He moves closer to me. “I know. Is there a rule that says I can’t see you twice in one day?”

“Shouldn’t there be?” My question hangs in the air between us for a moment before he nods in agreement. And then I see it, the shift in his expression that makes my stomach tense. He looks nervous and uneasy.
Is he struggling with this as much as I am? Isn’t this what he wants?
I don’t ask, but I hate seeing him like this, so I step in closer and slide my arms around his waist, planting a kiss on his jaw as he holds me against him.

“I just… I don’t want to get too attached.”
Because I’m falling in love with you and it will kill me when you’re done with me.

He clamps his lips together and nods before planting a kiss on my forehead. “I know. Come on, pretty girl. I have a meeting to run.” I stand on my toes and plant quick kisses on his lips as he laughs against my mouth.
Serious conversation over, playful Reese back.

Swinging his office door open, he places his hand on my lower back and ushers me out into the reception area and down the hallway. My eyes briefly fall on little Miss Uppity, her expression cold as usual, but I don’t linger. I laugh under my breath and Reese looks down at me. “Something funny?” He stops in front of the conference room door and turns to me.

“Your receptionist is kind of a bitch.”

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 is 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 who 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 co-workers?”

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 who 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 feel like rules are 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, sends 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 close up the shop on Tuesday night at six p.m., saying goodnight to Joey after he helps me put any uneaten goodies away. My mind has been on Reese all afternoon, and I’m aching to be with him, and not just for sex. I want to talk to him and play with him. I just want to see him. And he wants to see me. I had originally planned on spending my night watching television or taking a long bath, but neither one of those options sound appealing anymore. I stop fighting it and quickly make up my mind. Slipping off my apron and grabbing my purse and keys, I lock up the shop behind me and stroll toward Sam.

Driving to Reese’s building is an easy route from the bakery. He lives in Printer’s Row, which is just south of downtown Chicago, a mere five minutes away. I’m very familiar with the area, having catered to several businesses in the trendy upscale neighborhood. I like this part of the city, and tell myself 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 know 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 toward 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 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. Re-emerging 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 toward 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.