Sweet Addiction

by Jessica Daniels

  “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. Was he struggling with this as much as I was? Isn’t this what he wanted? 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 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.

  Twelve

  “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.