My eyes flick towards the pavement as Joey’s tall frame comes jogging in my direction. Stopping in front of me and pulling his knee to his chest, he looks giddy beyond his usual giddy self.
“Are you going to make me ask?” I question, stretching my arms over my head.
He smiles and switches legs. “Billy asked me to move in with him.”
Whoa. “What? Are you serious? That’s crazy. What did you say?”
“Yes. Obviously.” He jumps up and down on his feet and motions to me that he is ready to start running.
“Obviously? Joey, do you even really know this guy? He could cut out your organs and sell them on eBay. He could have a weird fetish.”
He shakes his head. “I know him as well as you know Reese and you’re in love with him.”
Fucking Juls. Jesus Christ, I needed some new friends. “I cannot believe she told you that. I will cut a bitch next time her skinny ass walks into my shop.” Realizing that Joey has stopped running, I glance back and see his expression. Motherfucker. He is one sneaky bitch.
“I fucking knew it. You love him, Dylan. Oh my God, this is fantastic.” Running up to me, he grabs my shoulders and pulls me against his already drenched shirt.
“Gross you’re all sweaty. And I am not in love with him. Juls told me that she was in love with Ian and I said something about maybe, possibly, doubtfully one day being in love with Reese. That’s it. End of discussion.”
Stepping back and holding me at arm’s length, he studies me for a moment before he speaks. “Okay, whatever. But I think I’m in love so can we focus on that fucking weirdness for a second?”
We hit our stride and I let Joey tell me all about how he’s seen Billy practically every night since they met at the wedding and that he’s never felt anything even close to this before, which I knew already. Joey was never shy about his feelings towards his hookups and always shared more information than I would care to know most of the time. He told me that they were hanging out at Billy’s last night, lounging and watching television together when he just came out and asked Joey to move in and without hesitation, Joey said yes. He said that he didn’t have to think about it, that he knew he wanted to be with Billy every free second he had and that he had never been this happy before with just one person. I was speechless. I was literally without speech. This was Joey Holt we were talking about here. The man who went through other men like he was going for some kind of record. He once hooked up with three guys in one night at a club and did it without them knowing about each other. His longest running relationship was five minutes. And now after a little over a week of knowing somebody, he’s wifing up? I wasn’t sure whose wedding I would be getting fitted for first, Juls’ or Joey’s.
I called Mrs. Frey that afternoon, confirming the details of her anniversary cake she wanted me to create for her since I missed our meeting on Tuesday. She sweetly asked me how I was feeling and told me how excited she was to be celebrating fifty years of marriage with her husband. Fifty years. I couldn’t even imagine. She was a bit undecided about her cake flavors, knowing only that her husband wanted a chocolate cake but not having any other preferences. I smiled to myself when I asked her if the two of them liked mint chocolate and she squealed into the phone. Suggesting my newly discovered chocolate peppermint frosting and telling her how absolutely decadent it was, she settled on her cake and I reassured her it would be ready for pickup on Friday.
After ending her call, I slip my phone out of my pocket and scroll to the contact info of a certain icing lover.
Me: Guess what kind of cake I get to make for someone’s anniversary? I’ll give you a hint. It’s a flavor that you seem to be quite fond of.
I walk into the back as Joey helps a customer and begin pulling out ingredients. I have a good amount of baking to do tonight to prepare for the meeting I’m supplying tomorrow and want to start on it as soon as possible. I decide to make an assortment of muffins, blueberry, poppy seed, and my banana nut ones, some apple turnovers, and a variety of fruit and cheese danishes. The excitement of seeing Reese is almost palpable at this point and I need to stay busy. Placing my mixer on the work top, my phone beeps and I run over to where I had laid it down on the other side of the table.
Reese: Could it be a cake with a certain hot pink frosting that I licked off you?
Me: That’s the one. I don’t think I’ll look at that frosting the same again. Or my work top for that matter.
Reese: Well I’ll definitely never look at my couch the same. How’s your day going?
I giggle and pull the baking flour, sugar, and salt off the shelf.
Me: Good. Busy like every Monday. I’m going to be slammed all night making the breakfast treats for tomorrow. How’s your day?
Reese: Full of meetings that I’m having trouble focusing in. My mind is elsewhere.
Me: Oh is that right? And where is that dirty mind of yours right now?
I grab several mixing bowls and baking sheets and spread them out in front of me as I let my own mind wander elsewhere.
Reese: Well, it’s imagining you spread out in front of me wearing a dress with nothing underneath it, your legs open and my face buried between them. But earlier, I was fucking you on my desk, against my window and in my chair. I’ve had a very unproductive day.
“Shit.” Note to self, never read a dirty text from Reese while opening a bag of flour, which I am now currently covered in. “Nice one, Dylan.”
“You all right, cupcake?” Joey yells from up front as I quickly dust myself off.
“Yeah. Reese is also really good at the explicit text messaging. Like really good.”
“God damn it, Billy.”
I laugh under my breath at Joey’s comment as I sweep up the flour I’ve just spilled everywhere. Wiping my hands off on my apron, I grab my phone and quickly reply.
Me: Well, I think we should be able to make at least one of those things happen tomorrow. That big dick better be ready for me.
Reese: My dick and I can’t wait. See you tomorrow, love.
Eleven
Joey and I load up Sam on Tuesday at 9:30 a.m. with the breakfast treats, leaving me with just enough time to run back inside to give myself a quick once over before it’s time to go. I’ve picked out a pale pink summer dress and paired it with some strappy sandals, pulling my hair up into a bun before I run downstairs and lock up the shop. Joey is perched against the van and messing with his phone when I finally emerge.
“Okay, how do I look? Professional with a hint of playful? Do you think the dress is too much? Maybe I should wear my apron. Should I wear my apron?” Christ, why the hell was I nervous? I’ve supplied tons of business meetings with treats before. Of course, I wasn’t banging any of the men I supplied for until now.
He smiles and slips his phone away. “The only way I would suggest for you to wear your apron would be if you were to only wear your apron. You look great, cupcake.”
“Thanks. I think Reese likes me in dresses.” I walk around to the driver’s side and hop in as Joey gets in on his side.
“Hmmm I wonder why?” He laughs as my phone beeps. I quickly slip it out of my purse.
Reese: Counting the minutes. (19 to be exact)
I giggle.
Me: Oh come on, Mr. CPA, I’m sure you can do better than that.
Reese: 1140 seconds. Also, I met you roughly 823,447 seconds ago. Now get your sweet ass here safely so I can kiss you.
I hear a muffled laugh from my right. “Are we going to be driving to the Walker & Associates building or are they coming to us for the meeting?” Joey asks as I put my phone in the cup holder, grinning like an idiot.
“Smart ass. Does Billy know you can get testy in the morning?”
He laughs as I pull away from the shop. “Oh he knows, cupcake. He knows. By the way, this Saturday we’re having our coming out as an official couple party or whatever the fuck, Billy’s idea. 7:00 p.m. at his place, I mean our place. Ooohhh I love the sound of that.”
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p; “You’re adorable. What should I bring? Booze?” I ask, weaving in and out of traffic.
“Obviously, bitch, and a housewarming gift for yours truly.” He sneaks in that last part under his breath and I laugh. I’m giddily excited to go to this particular party, and not just because I get to see Billy and Joey together and the home that they will be sharing which I’m sure is insanely chic. Joey has impeccable taste and even though I’ve only seen Billy a few times, the man can dress. But I’m also excited because a certain numbers guy that I’m crushing on will most likely be attending with me. And the thought of that makes me drive a little bit faster towards our destination.
**
I make Joey carry the bulk of the load as we walk into the foyer, across the marble floor and to the back of the lobby to the row of elevators. Riding up to the twelfth floor, I shift anxiously on my feet as I hold my two boxes of muffins in my hands, glancing over at the top of Joey’s head that sticks up behind his seven boxes. Trying to muffle my giggles, I hear him grunt and make tiny noises of protest as the elevator stops on our floor and I walk behind him, placing my hand on his back.
“If I drop this, cupcake, it’ll be your fault. This is once again a perfect reason why we need another fucking employee.”
“Stop bitching we’re almost there.” I walk down the long hallway, guiding Joey along with me and stop at Ian’s reception desk. The young blonde looks up and smiles warmly.
“Ms. Sparks?” she asks and I nod.
“That’s me. Where should we take these?”
Joey turns his body so that he can see the girl. “Seriously, where hunny cause I’m about to drop all of these and those sexy businessmen can eat them off the floor for all I care.”
She laughs a bit. “First door on your right. Go on in. Mr. Thomas and Mr. Carroll are expecting you.” I smile at her and walk with Joey to the tall door, opening it with my free hand and allowing him to walk ahead of me.
We step into a large conference room that has a killer view, tall floor to ceiling windows that overlook the bustling city, and a long rectangular table. A few men, all in nice suits, glance up from their seats as they flip through files while another group of men stand in the corner by the window, conversing together. My eyes find Reese like a honing missile. Standing in a dark gray suit with a two button jacket and a light and dark gray patterned tie, he stops mid-sentence as his eyes fall on me. I feel it, that familiar pull in my gut that makes me want to drop my boxes and spring up into his arms. The man rocks a suit better than anyone. But instead of acting on impulse, I settle for a smile.
“Hi,” I say softly as he moves towards me, his long legs bringing him to me quickly. I hear a laugh coming from the corner and think I recognize it as Ian’s but can’t be positive. Right now, the only other person in the room with me is Reese.
“Hi, yourself. Here, let me take that.” He grabs my boxes and places them on the table while Joey mutters something under his breath.
“I can’t wait to dig into these, Dylan. My girl talks about your creations nonstop and I’m starving,” Ian says as he walks up to the table and opens a muffin box.
“Well I hope you enjoy them. The banana ones are my favorite. Oh, nobody has allergies right?” I ask and hear a round of muffled ‘Nos.’
“Will someone take these from me already? For Christ’s sake, Reese,” Joey says and I cover up my mouth quickly to hide my laugh.
Reese takes his gaze off me and grabs several boxes off the top, revealing a very red faced Joey. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes and spreads the boxes out at the end of the table. Joey shakes his head in frustration, placing the remaining boxes on the table in front of the businessmen and opening them.
“Gentlemen, please help yourselves to the treats provided by Dylan’s Sweet Tooth. We’ll get started in five,” Ian announces. Shuffling of papers and footsteps fill the room and I watch as Reese turns away from the table and walks towards me. Joey steps aside and pulls out his phone, smiling at something and giving me the indication that the something he is smiling at is Billy related.
“Handsome,” I say softly as Reese stops just in front of me, his hands rubbing softly up my arms.
“Love, you look so pretty. I love you in dresses.” My chest constricts as he leans in and plants three gentle kisses on my lips.
“And I love you in suits. I’m about to say fuck your meeting and take you right here on this table in front of everyone.”
He laughs and looks at me wickedly. “I wouldn’t object. This meeting is going to bore the hell out of me. Maybe I’ll make you stay to keep me company.”
I play with the buttons on his jacket, pulling him closer to me. “If you think for one second that I could stay in this room with you looking like that and not wrap my lips around you, you’re crazy.”
His hand grabs my face and he leans into my hair, brushing against my ear. “Pervert. I love that dirty mouth of yours.” He glances down briefly at his watch before grabbing my hand. “Come with me.”
I look over at Joey who sees me getting pulled towards the door. Before I can speak, he grins and winks at me. “Meet you downstairs, cupcake.” I blush instantly as I nod at him.
“Don’t you have a meeting to run?” I ask as Reese pulls me down the hallway towards his office. My stomach is doing flips in anticipation of getting him alone.
“The meeting can wait. I need you.” My heart squeezes at his words as we walk into his reception area. Stop interpreting things the way you shouldn’t, Dylan. Scanning the small area as we walk towards his door, I lock onto the redhead behind the desk who glares in my direction, her eyes going to my hand that is in Reese’s and her jaw clenching before she looks back up at my face. “Uh, Mr. Carroll, you have that meeting.”
“Not now, Heather.”
Her face hardens as he pulls me into his office and closes the door behind us, locking it before he presses me against it.
“Fucking hell, I need more than five minutes, Dylan. I don’t like rushing with you.” His lips find mine and I part for him, stroking my tongue against his as he reaches down and wraps my legs around his waist. I moan into him as his erection digs right where I want it, rubbing me right where I need it. My hands grip his head and hold it to mine as his one hand slips in between us. He undoes his belt, unzipping and unbuttoning his slacks and pulls himself free.
“This is going to be hard and quick, love.”
“Please hurry, I need you.” My panties are moved to the side and the touch of his finger between my legs makes me gasp. A low grunt escapes his lips as he buries his face into my neck and pushes inside me. He growls loudly, his one fist coming up and banging the door above my head.
“You’re so wet. I love how ready you are for me,” he says between muffled sounds as he pounds into me. I hold on tightly around his neck, groaning as he strokes inside me with the perfect amount of pressure. I won’t last long and I know it. I’ve been primed for him all morning. My legs tremble around his waist as his hands hold my ass and pull me towards him to meet his thrusts.
“Reese, OhGod.” I throw my head back and bite my lip to quiet my sounds. I want everyone to hear us and I don’t at the same time. Part of me didn’t care that I am being fucked hard against his door with his secretary just outside, but the other part of me wants it to be just us in this moment. He licks up my neck to my ear and bites down lightly, pulling the tip into his mouth as his one hand comes around me and holds my face. His lunges become harder and I dig my nails into his neck and pull him closer, needing him as close to me as I can get him.
“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 trash bin 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.
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