The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (36 page)

“Really, Lacey, huh?” I roll my eyes at his sexual tone.
Men.

“You’re perverted.”

“I am and so are you. Now, open that pretty mouth of yours and make me come.”

“Say please.” Another quick flick of my tongue pulls a groan out of his throat.

“Fuck that. Not after what you just put me through. Open.”
Yum. Hello, dominant Reese.
I smile and open my mouth as he inches forward, granting me full access to his member.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts through gritted teeth as he fucks my face. Bringing one hand down, he holds the back of my head and plummets deeply into me, his quick thrusts causing my eyes to water. I glance up and see his other hand gripping the headboard until his knuckles are white. “So fucking good.”

I moan around him, my lips vibrating against his skin as he shifts his knee and pulls my right arm out. “Wrap around me.” I grip the base with my hand and begin sliding up and down his length as he stills, keeping just the tip of him in my mouth. I’m gliding easily, the saliva from my mouth completely drenching him. Working him hard and fast, my tongue flicks against him and my lips tease his head. He pulses inside me and I see the tension in his jaw. I love doing this to him and get just as much pleasure out of it as he does. Dropping his head back, his Adam’s apple slides and his veins protrude in his neck as he moans deeply. His body is vibrating with his sounds, moving against my tongue. I keep my eyes on him, watching his chest heave with each thrust and his stomach clench as I work him. Sucking and teasing him, my hand grips harder and I see his shoulders hunch forward. “I’m close, love. Don’t stop.”

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” I ask, as I lick the tip.

His eyes widen. “Yes, unless I have options?” His voice is strained and I know he’s on the brink.

“You could come on me if you want. I think I’d like that.”

He swallows and quickly backs down my body, angling himself at my breasts. “Here?” he asks and I nod, pumping him hard and seeing his lip pull into his mouth. We both stare at the spectacle of him coming on my breasts, the white warmth rolling between my mounds and a few drops landing close to my neck. “Holy shit. That’s so fucking hot.”

I nod in agreement and stare down at myself, letting go of his cock and seeing him shiver a bit. “You marked me again.” I swirl a bit of it on the softened red mark on my left breast and see him watch me, studying me.

“I think you like it when I mark you.”

I dip my finger into my mouth. “I love it when you mark me.” He climbs off the bed and disappears into the hallway as I gaze down at my sticky mess. It really is hot, seeing what I’ve pulled out of him. Having him label me with it.
I wonder if he’s done that before.
Nope, stop it, Dylan.
He comes back in moments later with a small hand towel and begins wiping me off.

“That was amazing, you know,” he says through a smile.

“I know. I want to mark you now.”

His eyebrow arches as he tosses the towel onto the floor, planting quick kisses to both my nipples. “Do you? With what?” My eyes search around the room and land on a notebook that’s sitting on his dresser with a pen marking a page in it. I quickly hop off and grab it, scurrying back over to the bed and pushing him down onto his back. “Are you going to draw on me?”

“No, not draw. I’m going to write on you, but where?” My eyes rake all over his beautiful body as I suck on the pen cap. “I mean really, your body is almost too pretty for tattoos. Would you ever get one?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not opposed to it entirely. What are you going to write?”

“Patience, professor.” He muffles his laugh under me as I drop his arm open and begin writing on the inside of his bicep. The ink is dark, a deep blue as I scroll in overly girly handwriting and smile at myself.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Why are you putting it there?”

“Because I love your arms and it’s hidden. I like thinking that I’m the only one who knows it’s there. Just for me.”

“You say that like it’s permanent.”

I shrug. “I can rewrite it daily if I have to.” I retrace the letters to darken them and feel his eyes on me. “Do you study everything the way you study me?”

“No. Unfortunately, not everything in my life is as fascinating as you are.”

“I’m a twenty-six-year-old baker who’s lived in South Side her entire life. How is that fascinating?”

“I don’t know, just is. And you study me just as much, so I should ask you the same question.”

I recap my pen. “Well, that answer should be obvious. I’m looking for a new tax guy.” Leaning down, I blow gently across his arm and dry the ink. “There, all done.”

His head raises and he glances at his arm, the words
Do I Wanna Know?
printed on him in my script. He studies it for a moment, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and I watch his long lashes flutter before his eyes flick to mine.

“I like your mark.”

“Me, too.” I chuck the pen onto the dresser and settle in next to him, pulling the covers up around us. He wraps his arm around my waist and closes his eyes, his breathing slowing down to a soft rhythm as I observe him. It doesn’t take long before I know he’s sleeping. Chest rising and falling slowly, eyes fluttering as if he’s mid-dream, and lips slightly parted to allow for his breath to escape. I study him for minutes and then minutes become hours. I’m so ridiculously happy in this moment that when I begin to silently cry next to him, I don’t know what to think besides what I’m now willing to admit to myself. I’m crazy in love with this man. I love everything about him. From the tiniest detail like the little lines next to his eyes and the slit that runs down his bottom lip, to the way I can only seem to be able to take a full breath when he’s near me. I love the words he says to me and the look he reserves only for me; even if that look is one that’s a preamble to a Reese style flip out. I love the way I can sense his presence and the way my heart beats in my chest when I finally lock eyes with him. I love him. Just him. And the tears I let myself cry are both of worry that he’s not going to reciprocate these feelings, and because I’m finally willing to let myself feel them. So I’ll let my tears fall, because I’ve been denying my feelings for him since the moment I fell into his lap, and because I’m a silly girl who is going to turn into a brave woman tomorrow and finally tell him how I feel. Fuck being casual. I’m so over that bullshit.

I wake up Monday morning, my eyes fluttering open slowly to adjust to the sunlight pouring through the window, and I notice immediately that I’m alone and not in my bed. Glancing over at the clock, I note the time is nine forty-two a.m. and realize he’s probably gone to work after trying to wake me countless times. I really need to figure out a way to be woken up out of my slumber. What if we eventually have kids and they try to wake me up to make them breakfast or some shit and I’m dead to the world?
Jesus, did I just say if we eventually have kids?
When have I ever thought about having children before?
Never.
I’ve
never
thought about having children. I picture a miniature Reese meandering around the house, trying to keep his siblings in line and raking his hands through his wild hair when they don’t listen. I giggle silently at the thought and quickly push it out of my mind.
Crazy, Dylan. Utter craziness.

I crawl out of bed and duck into the bathroom briefly before finding my clothes scattered all around the couch. The memory of their quick removal sends a shiver through me.
That was fun. I should challenge his desire for me more often.
Slipping on my panties and his University of Chicago T-shirt, I find my phone and quickly dial Joey, feeling like a complete idiot and shitty friend for not having called him last night after the break in.

“Cupcake. What the fuck, girlie? Can you believe that psycho broke our window out?”

I plop down onto a dining room chair and begin rubbing my head. “Well, at least we think it was probably her. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you last night, my mind was all over the place.” I sigh heavily as the image of the hooded figure creeps into my mind.

“No worries, your casual fuck buddy called me when he was on his way over to rescue you. I’m sure he figured you had other things on your mind than reminding your assistant
not
to show up to work today.” I grunt at the casual fuck buddy reference and spot a piece of paper hanging off the edge of the kitchen counter. I reach over and grab it, noticing my favorite handwriting.

Dylan,

I have no fucking clue how I ever survived not waking up to you. And before you say anything, yes, I did try to wake you up to go for a run with me. You were adorably out cold, as usual. Enjoy your day off.

X Reese

P.S. Here’s a spare key if you go out today. Keep it.

Swoon.

“Hey, so listen, I have some phone calls to make to the insurance company and to find someone to put in a security system and a door above the stairs, but when I’m done, any chance you could pick me up and take me to Reese’s office?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m pretty bored myself over here since Billy’s gone to work. What’s going on at the office?”

I smile. “Oh, you know, the usual. Just me going to finally tell our favorite numbers guy that I’m madly in love with him.” I hear the phone drop and Joey’s insanely high pitched screams.

“DYLAN. Oh, my fucking God. Yes, girl, yes. Hurry up and make those stupid phone calls and then text me when you’re ready. Ooohhh, I’m bursting over here.”

“And don’t say anything to Juls. I’d hate for her to leak it to Ian who would most likely blab. I feel like those men talk just as much as we do sometimes.”

“Mmmm mmm. Don’t you worry; my lips are sealed on this one. Take care of your shit, and then let’s get to the important matters at hand.”

I call the insurance company and make sure I won’t be responsible for any of the damage from the break in. They assure me the window is in fact being repaired during our phone call, and I will be up and running by tomorrow. Grabbing Reese’s iPad off the bed, I look up the number to a security system company and get an estimate on a top of the line alarm system to install. Using the commission from Justin’s stupid wedding, I go ahead and arrange for the men to come today and set it up. That way, it will also be ready by tomorrow. I’m not sure who the hell to call about getting a door put in, so I dial my parents and hold my breath knowing I’m about to get a huge ear full for not having called them last night.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Dylan. Something horrible could have happened to you. You could have been raped, murdered, Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you’re just now calling us.” My mother’s tirade goes on for a good ten minutes before I’m able to get a word in.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call. But I’m fine. Nothing happened and we’re pretty sure we know who it was and the police are looking for her.”
Stupid red headed bitch.

“Her? It was a woman? What kind of a woman throws a brick through a store window? Good grief, what is the world coming to?”

“Just some ex-girlfriend of Reese’s, Mom. Look, everything is fine. The window is being repaired right now and a security system is being installed today as well. I just need to talk to Dad about putting a door in to separate my living space from the bakery.” Which, really, I should have done years ago. I just didn’t feel the need to do so until now. That or I could get a guard dog. No, that has to be unsanitary around all those baked goods.