The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (60 page)

Dylan,

Don’t give me a hard time about this. This is long overdue.

X, Reese

Confusion sets in as I place the card next to the box and begin sifting through the tissue paper. I’m digging, looking for whatever he’s placed in here that weighs close to nothing.

“Where is it?” Joey asks as he hovers at my shoulder.

I continue moving the paper around. “I don’t know. Maybe he forgot… holy shit.” I reach in and lift out a set of car keys, letting them dangle in the air below my fingers. “Oh, my God, Joey.” Turning toward him, I see his shocked expression as his jaw hits the floor.

“Holy shit is right.” He snatches the keys away from me, turning them over in his palm. A dramatic squeal escapes his lips as he points to the emblem on the key. “A BMW? He bought you a BMW?” His eyes look past my shoulder, widening even further before he grabs my hand and drags me around the counter.

I’m in a state of shock as he opens the bakery door and pulls me outside onto the pavement. And then I really lose my shit all together. Parked right in front of the bakery is my gift from Reese. A brand new, insanely-shiny, highly-underserved, white BMW
.

Joey hits the unlock button on the keys and opens the passenger door. He ducks his head inside while I stay completely frozen in place a few feet behind him.

He bought me a car. A really expensive car. Probably more expensive than the one he drives.

Joey straightens up and motions for me to join him. It takes great effort to move from my spot on the sidewalk, but I manage and step up next to him, ducking my head down to look inside the vehicle.

“Leather interior, sunroof, and you have a built-in navigation system. Please, for the love of Christ, let me borrow this sometime.”

I reach inside and run my hand along the leather seat. “This is crazy. I can’t believe he bought me a car.”

“I can. That man outdoes himself every time Freddy steps inside the shop. I’d only be shocked if
I
was the one getting a brand new vehicle.” We both stand and he shakes his head at my car. “Remind me to tell Reese he needs to give Billy tips on how to be an amazing boyfriend.”

“Poor Billy.” I nudge him and he laughs against me. “He has to put up with your moody ass and what does he get out of it?”

Joey grins wickedly at me and we both chuckle. He doesn’t need to say what Billy gets out of it, because I’m sure the entire population of Chicago knows full well the elaborate workings of my lovely assistant’s sex life. He isn’t shy about that information and will tell just about anybody.

I close the car door and take the keys from Joey. “I need to go see him. Do you think you could man the shop for me?”

He smiles giddily. “Hell, yes I…” he stops midsentence as Brooke comes hustling down the sidewalk, department store bags in her hands. Joey turns and leans his body against the car, crossing his arms over his chest. “Seriously, Brooke? When I say you can take a lunch break, it doesn’t mean a fucking two-hour shopping spree.”

She sneers in his direction, coming to a stop in front of us. “Relax, bitch. You’re getting premature wrinkles.”

Joey immediately turns, dropping down to examine his face in my side-view mirror. “That’s not even funny,” he growls.

She places her bags at her feet, flipping her car keys in her hand. “You’re just jealous because I’ve got a hot date tonight and
you
don’t.”

“I’ve got a hot date
every
night, and one I don’t have to pay for,” he snarls, straightening up and spinning back around. “What do you charge for your company these days?”

Brooke’s jaw tightens, her nostrils flaring with rage. “You know what? Now you’re not getting the shirt I bought for you!”

“Brooke, knock it… wait, what?” I look down at the bags at her feet.

“What? Did you say you bought me a shirt?” Joey asks with genuine curiosity, stepping closer to her.

She shrugs, averting her gaze. “It’s not that big a deal.” She reaches into her Macy’s bag and pulls out a light blue T-shirt, holding it against her chest. “It was on sale, and I thought it would look nice on you. You look good in blue.”

I smile at her thoughtfulness, watching as Joey takes another step closer to Brooke. She holds the shirt out to him and he takes it with an astonished expression. She looks at me and grins. “Anyway, I’m sorry I took so long. It won’t happen again.” And before Joey can give her a thank you or react in any way to her gift, she picks up her bags and walks into the shop.

“Damn. This shirt is fucking fabulous. I kind of feel bad for the boyfriend comment,” Joey says.

“You should. That was really nice of her.”

He shoots me a challenging look, but it’s short lived. Brooke did well and Joey knows it. And the smile he tries to hide as he folds the shirt against his chest isn’t missed. Once he’s done, he smoothes out his skin once more in the mirror behind him, tucking the shirt underneath his arm. “Do you think I have wrinkles?”
Oh, Lord.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Your skin is flawless.”

He grins. “You know why, don’t you?”

I immediately hold up my hand to stop him from talking. “Please, spare me the ‘semen is the fountain of youth’ conversation. I find it hard to believe that mine and Juls’ swallowing habits are directly related to the number of crow’s feet we end up getting.” I shake my head at the memory of that discussion a few years ago. Joey really is a piece of work, trying to convince us to up our blow-job game to ward off any fine lines.

“You good?” I ask. I need to go get ready for my visit with Reese, knowing full well his lunch break is the best time to get him alone.

He smiles. “I’m great. Go properly thank that man before I do it for you.” He arches his brow, the wicked gleam in his eyes beaming at me.

I chuckle at his comment as we both walk back into the shop. Practically sprinting up the stairs, I run straight for my lingerie drawer with only one thought in mind. Naughty Dylan is about to come out to play, and she’s not going to hold anything back either.
Reese Carroll, you have no idea what you’re in for.

This is crazy. Seriously, completely insane.
I’m riding the elevators of the Walker & Associates building, my knees shaking against each other under my oversized trench coat. Glancing down at myself, I tighten the belt around my waist and bite the inside of my cheek. I’ve never done anything like this before or even remotely close to this. I mean sure, I’ve shown up to Reese’s work multiple times and given him an office quickie, but I’m always dressed appropriately when I do it. Never, and I mean never, have I pulled a stunt like what I’m about to do. I try to shake off my nervousness as the doors ping open. Stepping out onto the twelfth floor, I begin the stroll toward his reception area.

I need motivation, so I think of the delivery he sent me as I walk down the long hallway.
A brand new car definitely deserves this type of a thank you.
A brand new car that drives like a fucking dream.

Sorry, Sam.

I spot Dave, my favorite receptionist who Reese re-hired. After firing him for being ‘too cheery’, I convinced Reese to give him another chance, which he didn’t fight me on. And since I’ve spent a considerable amount of time in this office over the past eight months, Dave and I have become fast friends. His crooked smile lights up his face as I point toward Reese’s door, silently asking if he’s available. He nods and, like he always does, motions for me to walk right in. Glancing down one last time to make sure I’m covered, I swing open the door and step into his massive office.

He looks completely focused, eyes on his computer screen and pen stuck in his mouth.
Lucky pen.
With the sound of my entrance, he glances up slowly, his eyes locking onto mine as I close and lock the door behind me. All my nervousness is left in the hallway, and before I can give him the chance to speak, move, or even breathe, I open my coat and drop it to the floor. And that’s not the only thing that drops. His pen falls out of his mouth as his eyes slowly take in my attire.

I’ve chosen a matching red lacy bra and panties, garter, stockings, and my black stilettos I wore the night of my bachelorette party. My bra and panties are insanely see-through, barely even classifying as underwear, and when I say red, I mean fire-engine red. I’m standing in his office, screaming at him in this outfit like a siren. My skin is flushed from the sheer contact of this ensemble. This is has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever done and by the way Reese is looking at me right now, it’s totally worth it.

He leans back in his chair, his eyes staying glued to my body as he rakes both hands through his hair. “Jesus fucking Christ.” His eyes meet mine briefly before he drops them to my chest. “I can see right through that.”

“You don’t like it?” I ask playfully, seeing his tongue dart out and lick my favorite slit that runs down his bottom lip.
Oh, yes, my tongue will be doing that in just a minute.
“I’ve come to thank you for your gift.”

“I’m not gonna last long,” he replies quickly, his hands firmly gripping the arms of his chair. “I’m telling you right now, whatever you’ve planned,” his Adam’s apple rolls in his throat, “I’m not gonna last with you wearing that.”

“That might be the best compliment you’ve ever given me.” My smile busts my face open, and I can practically feel his erection from where I stand. With the heated look he’s giving me right now, I’m positive I won’t last long either.
Please, like I ever do with this man’s skill level.
I place my hands on my hips and stand up straight, ready to start my fun.

“Now, there are two rules you must follow in order for this to play out in your favor.” I bend down and grab my coat, placing it on the chair after I retrieve my cell phone out of it.

“And what would these rules be?”

I can feel his penetrating stare as I scroll to my playlist. After finding my selection, I stride over to his desk and walk behind it. “Rule number one,” I place my phone down next to his computer, “you’re not allowed to touch me at all during the song.”

“Fuck that,” he states firmly, crossing his arms over his broad chest. At the sheer sight of him behind his massive desk, I’m almost tempted to agree with him and say fuck rule number one. He’s magnificently dressed in his work attire, which never ceases to have the same effect on me as the first day I saw him in it. His hair is fuckably messy, his deep emerald eyes are piercing into mine and continually raking over my body, and his lips are wet and ready for me.

I lean forward, giving him a better view of my cleavage and seeing him notice it instantly. “You touch me, and I leave.
And
I’ll do it without my coat on.”
Yeah, right.
I’m praying he doesn’t call my bluff on this one, because there’s no way in Hell I would walk outta here without being covered up.

His eyebrow arches. “How long is this song?”

“Four minutes and thirty three seconds.”

“No fucking way. I’ll give you two minutes and then I’m touching every part of you.” He reaches out and runs his hand up my thigh, playing with the clips on my garter. I tremble at the contact. “What’s the second rule?”

I smile slyly and stand up, seeing his body tense as I reach for him. “You only get to feel me.” His expression shifts quickly to confusion as I loosen his tie, pulling it out from underneath his collar and walking behind him. “And if you take your blindfold off, I’ll be withholding
your
orgasm.”

“I can’t touch you
or
look at you? Not happening.” I’m quickly grabbed and pulled into his lap, his mouth firmly pressing against mine. “Nothing stands in my way of you.” He kisses me brutally, his tongue invading my mouth with firm strokes. “Nothing.”

I pull back, which is an extremely difficult task, and grip his shoulders tightly. “Let me do this.” He starts to shake his head when I grab it, holding it in place. I drop my forehead to his and exhale softly. “Please. I love that you hate the idea of not being able to touch me or look at me, but I swear I’ll make it worth it.” His minty breath warms my face and I feel his muscles relax beneath me. “Let me properly thank you.”

After several seconds of him contemplating my offer, he places the tie back in my hand, giving me the okay to follow through with this. Leaning closer to me, he presses his lips to my hair. “Make it count.”

I shudder against him and bite my lip.
Come on, Dylan. Focus.

“Two minutes.” He pulls out his phone and sets his timer as I move behind him, draping the tie across his eyes.

After securing it, I move around him, making sure to brush against his body as I reach for my phone and cue up the song. Leaning down, I brush my lips against his ear. “Are you ready, Mr. Carroll?” I whisper, hearing him inhale sharply at my words. The song starts playing and I watch him to gauge his reaction, seeing him smile immediately at my selection.

“Two minutes,” he repeats, and I’m with him on this one. There’s no way I’m making it four minutes and thirty three seconds without begging him to touch me. No fucking way.

“Two minutes,” I echo softly, feeling my skin flush at the thought of his hands on me.