The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (11 page)

“Dylan, Joey, it’s nice to see you both,” Ian says.

I raise my glass at him as Joey does the same, my eyes locking on to Reese. He walks around the table, his gaze never leaving mine as he comes and stands next to my stool.

“Hi.” His voice is low and soft as his hand rests on my lower back, claiming me in front of everyone.
Yes, that’s right. I’m with him.
Move along, ladies.

“Hi, yourself.” I turn my body and cross one leg over the other, the hem of my dress rising up on my thigh and quickly catching his attention. I admire him while he admires my legs. He’s looking as hot as ever in a dress shirt and tie, which is partially loosened, and regarding me sweetly, with soft eyes and parted lips.

“You look…” he runs a hand through his hair and I smile, his eyes slowly scanning my body. “…I like your dress. A lot.”

“Thanks. Wait till you see what’s under it.”

Stepping closer to me so his leg is brushing against mine, he slowly trails his hand up my thigh under the table and stops at the metal clips of my garter. His neck pulses as he swallows and slides his hand back out, pulling down my dress.

“Per your request,” I say as his lip curls up in the corner.

“So, Dylan, how’s the bakery business going? That wedding cake you made was really fucking good, right, Joey? Didn’t you have like six pieces?” Ian says as he steals Juls’ stool before pulling her into his lap. She runs her fingers along his collar, blissfully oblivious to anyone but him.

“Whatever. I burned it off later with Billy.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys got to enjoy the cake since I didn’t. I was a bit preoccupied with my own drama.” My eyes quickly flick to Reese who is watching me, studying me with a small smile. I give him a quick wink before I turn back to Ian. “But yeah, business is good. Busy as we usually are in the summer. I think I have a wedding every weekend to bake for until September.”

“Yeah, we’re crazy busy. And when she’s not whipping up wedding cakes, she’s floating on cloud nine all over that damn shop from the love notes and deliveries she’s been receiving.” Joey sighs dramatically as I tense in my seat. “It’s all very romantic.”

Reese’s hand moves on my back, his thumb rubbing the material of my dress.

I quickly shove my chatty friend and spill some of his beer on the table. “Remind me why I hired you as my assistant?”

“Because I’m gorgeous and can sell anything to anyone,” he replies playfully.

“Please, you say that like my treats don’t sell themselves.” I twirl my ice in my glass. “If anything, you’re more of a liability to have around. Just how many sexual harassment suits are pending against you this month?” Not that he really has any, but it wouldn’t surprise me with the way Joey flirts daily with customers. He rolls his eyes as Juls giggles against Ian.

“Jesus Christ. You two fight like you’re married,” Billy says as he approaches the table with three beers, passing two of them to Ian and Reese.

“We practically are, and before you ask, I’m the man in the relationship,” I reply, sucking on an ice cube before dropping it back into my glass. Reese laughs quietly next to me and I glance up at him, meeting his stare.

“Baby, do you hear what I have to put up with daily? Tell Dylan to be nice to me.” Joey strokes Billy’s arm, and I see my opportunity.

“Hey, Joey, would you like me to get you anything from the bar? Another beer, some food, your balls maybe?” Juls slams her hand down on the table and laughs as Billy’s face lights up. Ian and Reese both chuckle as Joey glares at me.

“Bitch,” he murmurs.

“Anyway,” Billy stretches out before his eyes flash to Reese and then quickly to mine. “Reese tells me you thought he was married. That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve heard all year.”

“Fuck off,” Reese mutters against his glass.

Billy chuckles and sweetly rubs Joey’s arm. “Oh, come on. You? Tied down?” Billy’s eyes shift from Reese to mine after I register Reese’s slight head shake. “It was even funnier when we heard how you slapped the shit out of him for it.”

“Shit yeah it was,” Ian chimes in and kisses Juls quickly on the cheek. “I would’ve paid to see that.” I shrug and glance up at Reese who seems to be thinking of something, his eyes staring off past the table.

“You should have seen how pissed she was in the shop. I actually thought she was going to return back to work with your balls in her purse,” Joey directs toward Reese, and I shift in my chair, feeling his eyes on me as I slowly glance up and meet them.

“Well, I happen to be very fond of my testicles, so I’m glad that shit got cleared up.” He looks around at everyone before dropping his eyes back to mine. Leaning in, he holds my neck with one hand and whispers into my hair, “Come home with me.”

I shake my head slowly and smile, glancing quickly around the table. Joey and Billy are now in deep conversation as they both walk toward the bar together, and Juls is straddling Ian’s lap.
Sweet Jesus, get a room is right
. My gaze goes back to Reese. His eyes narrow as he picks up my glass and slips an ice cube in his mouth, slowly sucking on it and making my skin tingle. I swallow loudly.

“Why not? I want to take you to bed, immediately.”

I blink slowly, suddenly feeling drunk from his voice and the intensity behind it. “No beds,” I say flatly, seeing his expression shift to curiosity. I explain myself. “Beds are intimate. And we’re just having fun. Keeping it casual. Right?”

He studies me as he places my empty drink down. “Of course.”

“Sex in beds leads to sleepovers, and I think it would be better for me if we didn’t take it there.” This has to be said. If I’m going to attempt to just have casual sex with Reese, I can’t do anything that would lead to me getting attached. I’m already losing sleep over the man and we barely know each other.

“Are you telling me that I’m restricted to fucking you in public places only?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No, love, fucking you
anywhere
could never be a bad thing. I was just dead set on getting your hot little ass in my bed.” His eyes burn into mine as his hand lightly trails down my shoulder.

I smooth his tie down as his fingers trickle down my arm. “I just think this is how it needs to be. Besides, I’m sure there are at least a handful of hard surfaces in here that you’ve already thought about throwing me up against.”

His infectious laugh pulls me in and I join him. “Yes, you’re right about that.” His hand holds the side of my face and he leans in, brushing his lips softly against mine before pulling back an inch. “But I want to get you naked, and I’d prefer it if I did it without an audience. Are you opposed to fucking in vehicles?”

After swiping my tongue across my lip to taste him, I grab my purse and stand up. “Not at all. Lead the way, handsome.”

We say our goodbyes to Juls and Ian who pay us little attention. They’re practically having sex at the table now anyway and couldn’t care less what we do. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the bar and out the door, leading me down the sidewalk and stopping in front of a vehicle that makes my jaw hit the pavement.

“Holy shit. You drive a Range Rover?” I ask as he pulls his keys out and hits the unlock button.

“Yes. Is that okay?”

“Don’t these things cost like ninety grand?” My eyes rake over the car with amazement.

He laughs and opens the back door. “Something like that.”

I squeal as I’m lifted off my feet and pushed into the back seat. Reese slides in behind me and closes the door. Pulling me into his lap, I straddle his waist as his hands slide down my sides and hold tightly on to my hips. His thumbs press against the front of my pelvis and I feel my core constrict.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me take you to my place? I want to slowly devour you, and I feel like this venue won’t allow me to appreciate it as much.”

I laugh against his mouth, slowly licking his bottom lip until he opens for me and tangles his tongue with mine.
Christ, I forgot how good he was at this. Just kissing.

I somehow manage to break away for a second. “Mmm, devour me, huh?”

He nods, tilting my head up with his hand and kissing down my neck. My hem is hiked up with his other hand and his fingers graze my stockings where they meet my garter.

“Would you be able to devour me on a couch?”

He pulls back and I drop my head. “Couches aren’t intimate?”

“No, not at all. And I want to be devoured on yours. Slowly.” His forehead is resting against mine and we’re both panting. I’ve given in easily to the idea of going home with him, really easily. But honestly, this man could convince me to do anything at this point. I’m fairly certain that if he asked me to commit a major felony with him, I would do it willingly and with the same fucking smile that I’m wearing now.

His eyes widen and he slides me off his lap. “Fuck yes. Let’s go, love.”

Standing in an elevator with Reese Carroll in a massive building full of luxurious condos is one of the most surreal moments of my life so far. I can’t believe what I’m doing, or what I’m about to do with this man. Well, I mean, of course I knew going out tonight was going to lead to sex with him, but I had firmly decided on not leaving with him. I figured we would sneak off into the bathroom at The Tavern or into a dark and secluded corner to hump like rabbits. But here I am, riding the elevator of his building to the tenth floor with him watching me from across the small space. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not drop to my knees on this pristine marble floor and suck him off right here and now. I feel green eyes on me as I stare ahead at the numbers on the panel, loving the fact he hasn’t stopped looking at me since we got out of his car.

“See something you like?” I ask playfully as he leans against the mirrored wall.

“Very. But why are you standing so far away from me? Afraid I might violate you before we even get to my couch?”

I swallow loudly.
Violate me? Yes, anytime.
The elevator pings and the doors open before I have a chance to answer.

We’re barely in the door of his condo when it’s kicked closed behind us and I’m being pinned against the wall. His mouth is hot and needy against mine, sucking and tasting every dip and corner as our tongues move together. I grip the back of his head and pull his tongue into my mouth and suck it slowly, drawing a long groan from his parted lips. His hands move over every inch of my back and down to the hem of my dress.

“Take it off,” he orders as he grips my hips and moves backward, leading me out of the entryway and into a giant living room. My eyes widen at the sight of it.

“Whoa. Your place is really nice.” I quickly glance all around me. We’ve stopped in front of a long black leather sofa that faces a fireplace, with a giant television mounted on the wall.

“Dylan, take the dress off.”

I smile and look up at him from under my lashes, slowly turning around and gathering my hair over one shoulder. “Unzip me please.” Startling a bit at the touch of his hands on my bare shoulders, he keeps one there while the other slowly pulls the metal zipper down my spine, stopping just above my backside.

“Thank you,” I say softly as I stay facing away from him and pull my arms out of the sleeves, letting it drop to the floor and hearing a sharp inhale of breath from behind me.
And this is why garters were invented.
I smile without him knowing.

“Holy shit. Turn around.”
Mmm, I like bossy Reese.

Taking a little longer than he probably would have liked, I turn on my heels and step out of my dress, standing directly in front of him in my cream-colored lacy bra, matching panties and garter, and my sheer stockings. His chest is moving rapidly inside his shirt as he slowly trails down my body with his eyes, and even more slowly back up to my face. I see his Adam’s apple roll in his throat.

“Be gentle,” I whisper, and for a brief moment, something flashes in his eyes. Something I’ve been feeling and hope he can’t see.
Is he nervous?

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. I melt on the spot. No man has ever called me beautiful before. Sexy, hot, and I even got “good enough to eat” one time. But never beautiful.
Shit, why did he have to say that?
He steps in to me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he slowly lowers me down onto the couch.