Sweet Addiction
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“Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
I pump him with my hand and feel his hot release shoot into my mouth, swallowing and feeling even more powerful in this moment than I did when I stormed into this office. His legs tense under me and his throaty grunts cause me to suck harder, pulling every bit out of him. He loosens his grip on my hair and gently brushes it out of my face.
“Holy fucking shit.”
I sit back on my heels and smile at my minor victory. He’s still desperately hard and I want to do it again, and again. Making him come apart with my mouth has been one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. Plus he tastes good. Really good. I glance up into his eyes as his breathing steadies, his chest pulling at the buttons on his dress shirt.
“I’m not sure what’s sexier, you yelling at me or you groveling,” he says through a grin that’s as infectious as it is adorable. I smile and bite my lip as my phone beeps in my pocket. I quickly slip it out.
Juls: I came. Did you? Time to go, sweets.
“Thanks for lunch,” I say playfully, his smile still on his face as he resituates himself and stands, offering me his hand. I place mine in his and stand on my wobbly legs. Holy crap, I felt like I just came.
“That was incredible.” He presses his lips against my softly, lingering for a moment as my phone beeps again.
“Shit. Sorry, I have a bakery to run. Later, handsome.” I pull away from him and turn to see him shaking his head. “Oh by the way, I’d like my panties back.” I keep my hand on the doorknob while waiting for his response.
“Would you?” His voice is thick and causes me to clamp my thighs together. My urge to throw him back onto his desk and ride him is stronger than ever.
I nod and regain my composer. “Yes, I would. That pair happened to be a favorite of mine.”
He runs a hand through his hair as he smooths out his tie with the other. “Too bad, they’re also a favorite of mine.” He arches his brow and I grip the doorknob tighter. Holy fuck. “I suppose I could get you another pair. Although, I’m not accustomed to perusing lingerie shops, and I might get the wrong ones. Maybe you should go with me.”
Oh man. The thought of Reese buying me panties is unbelievably hot. I can picture him, walking around and studying each pair with his curious stare, his hands raking through his hair when he can’t find the ones he’s looking for. I smile at the image but quickly shake it off. I shouldn’t seem too affected by this guy. “I’m sorry, aren’t I standing in the office of a CPA? You’re a partner right?” He nods, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches me. “Then a smart guy like you who I’m assuming didn’t fuck his way to the top shouldn’t have a problem finding them on his own. Unless, you did fuck your way to the top?” I cock an eyebrow and grin as he shakes his head, trying desperately to hold back his smile. “You can send them by way of your flour delivery boy.” His grin bursts through as I quickly exit his office, my cheeks burning from my flushed state.
**
“Well?” Juls asks as we make our way back to the bakery.
“Well nothing. He’s not married apparently.” I keep a straight face but feel like I’m radiating from the inside out. Giving Reese a lunch time blow job has made my week and I can’t get his reaction to it out of my head. His widened eyes as I pulled him out, his face when he came, the feel of his hands in my hair. I shake my head and snap out of my stupor.
She laughs. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to here. But I’m your best friend, Dylan, and I know that face. You like him.”
“I’m sorry, did you get the sense fucked out of you back there? I do not like him. He was my wedding hook up.”
“First of all, yes I did get the sense fucked out of me as I always do with Ian. The man is an Adonis.”
“TMI.” I chuckle.
“And secondly, you totally like him, otherwise you wouldn’t have cared if he was married or not.”
I shake my head. “Please. The only reason why I cared was because the idea of sleeping with a married man was eating away at me. Now, that feeling of shame is gone.”
She pulls up in front of the shop and puts her escalade in park. “And now that feeling of shame has been replaced with love?”
I bark out a laugh and open the door. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. We still on for drinks tomorrow night?”
“Hell yes. Give JoJo kisses for me.” I wave to her before stepping into the shop, spotting Joey pacing behind the counter.
His hands are continually tugging at the ends of his hair and he looks thoroughly stressed and irritated. Turning towards the sound of me entering, he drops his hands dramatically. “For fuck’s sake. I have been dying here while you two whores played castrate the adulterer. What happened?”
I walk behind the counter to join him and down my now completely cold coffee. “Calm down, you queen. We didn’t castrate anybody.”
He raises a brow suspiciously. “Well why the hell not? Wasn’t that the whole point of storming over there?”
I’m about to answer when the shop door opens. Joey straightens up and sharply turns towards the door. “We’re closed,” he barks towards the customer as I fold over in laughter.
“Joey.” I nudge him and he smiles. “He’s just kidding, sir, how can I help you?”
The gray-haired man smiles and moves up to the counter. “Good afternoon. Do you have any tarts? I love tarts and haven’t had one in years.” He eyes up my display case and taps lightly on the glass with his hands.
“I’m a bit of a tart sugar,” Joey says in his overly flirtatious voice.
“Good Lord. No, sir, I’m sorry I don’t make tarts. Although, maybe I will. What kind do you like?”
He smiles sweetly as his eyes light up. “Oh all kinds. Strawberry, blueberry, kiwi, they’re all delicious.”
I giggle at his enthusiasm and pull out a notepad, scribbling down a reminder. “I’ll tell you what, I will personally make some tarts and have them in the shop ready for you by the end of the week. How does that sound?”
“That’s perfect. Thanks, sugar. I’ll stop in sometime on Friday.” He winks at me before turning and leaving the shop, the door dinging closed behind him.
Joey shakes his head at me. “Do you have to be so accommodating all the time? We do enough special requests as it is.”
I place my notepad on the counter and put my hand on my hip. “Hey, special requests are what make Dylan’s Sweet Tooth different from all the other bakeries around here. You can’t just walk into Crumbs Galore on Main Street and ask for something they don’t make. I like being approachable and accommodating. It gives me an edge.” He rolls this eyes but smiles at me, knowing that I’m one hundred percent right. Word of mouth about how customers can pretty much request anything in my shop has gotten me a ton of business over the past three years. I shrug and continue. “Now, would you like to talk about how awesome we are compared to our competition, or would you like to talk about how Reese isn’t married?”
His eyes widen and he stumbles. “Isn’t? As in he’s single? As in you can continue to fuck him?”
My eyes rake through the display case and I straighten up. “Hmmm, hold on. We need more black bottoms.” I move towards the doorway that leads back to the kitchen when Joey grabs me by the shoulders.
I pump him with my hand and feel his hot release shoot into my mouth, swallowing and feeling even more powerful in this moment than I did when I stormed into this office. His legs tense under me and his throaty grunts cause me to suck harder, pulling every bit out of him. He loosens his grip on my hair and gently brushes it out of my face.
“Holy fucking shit.”
I sit back on my heels and smile at my minor victory. He’s still desperately hard and I want to do it again, and again. Making him come apart with my mouth has been one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. Plus he tastes good. Really good. I glance up into his eyes as his breathing steadies, his chest pulling at the buttons on his dress shirt.
“I’m not sure what’s sexier, you yelling at me or you groveling,” he says through a grin that’s as infectious as it is adorable. I smile and bite my lip as my phone beeps in my pocket. I quickly slip it out.
Juls: I came. Did you? Time to go, sweets.
“Thanks for lunch,” I say playfully, his smile still on his face as he resituates himself and stands, offering me his hand. I place mine in his and stand on my wobbly legs. Holy crap, I felt like I just came.
“That was incredible.” He presses his lips against my softly, lingering for a moment as my phone beeps again.
“Shit. Sorry, I have a bakery to run. Later, handsome.” I pull away from him and turn to see him shaking his head. “Oh by the way, I’d like my panties back.” I keep my hand on the doorknob while waiting for his response.
“Would you?” His voice is thick and causes me to clamp my thighs together. My urge to throw him back onto his desk and ride him is stronger than ever.
I nod and regain my composer. “Yes, I would. That pair happened to be a favorite of mine.”
He runs a hand through his hair as he smooths out his tie with the other. “Too bad, they’re also a favorite of mine.” He arches his brow and I grip the doorknob tighter. Holy fuck. “I suppose I could get you another pair. Although, I’m not accustomed to perusing lingerie shops, and I might get the wrong ones. Maybe you should go with me.”
Oh man. The thought of Reese buying me panties is unbelievably hot. I can picture him, walking around and studying each pair with his curious stare, his hands raking through his hair when he can’t find the ones he’s looking for. I smile at the image but quickly shake it off. I shouldn’t seem too affected by this guy. “I’m sorry, aren’t I standing in the office of a CPA? You’re a partner right?” He nods, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches me. “Then a smart guy like you who I’m assuming didn’t fuck his way to the top shouldn’t have a problem finding them on his own. Unless, you did fuck your way to the top?” I cock an eyebrow and grin as he shakes his head, trying desperately to hold back his smile. “You can send them by way of your flour delivery boy.” His grin bursts through as I quickly exit his office, my cheeks burning from my flushed state.
**
“Well?” Juls asks as we make our way back to the bakery.
“Well nothing. He’s not married apparently.” I keep a straight face but feel like I’m radiating from the inside out. Giving Reese a lunch time blow job has made my week and I can’t get his reaction to it out of my head. His widened eyes as I pulled him out, his face when he came, the feel of his hands in my hair. I shake my head and snap out of my stupor.
She laughs. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to here. But I’m your best friend, Dylan, and I know that face. You like him.”
“I’m sorry, did you get the sense fucked out of you back there? I do not like him. He was my wedding hook up.”
“First of all, yes I did get the sense fucked out of me as I always do with Ian. The man is an Adonis.”
“TMI.” I chuckle.
“And secondly, you totally like him, otherwise you wouldn’t have cared if he was married or not.”
I shake my head. “Please. The only reason why I cared was because the idea of sleeping with a married man was eating away at me. Now, that feeling of shame is gone.”
She pulls up in front of the shop and puts her escalade in park. “And now that feeling of shame has been replaced with love?”
I bark out a laugh and open the door. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. We still on for drinks tomorrow night?”
“Hell yes. Give JoJo kisses for me.” I wave to her before stepping into the shop, spotting Joey pacing behind the counter.
His hands are continually tugging at the ends of his hair and he looks thoroughly stressed and irritated. Turning towards the sound of me entering, he drops his hands dramatically. “For fuck’s sake. I have been dying here while you two whores played castrate the adulterer. What happened?”
I walk behind the counter to join him and down my now completely cold coffee. “Calm down, you queen. We didn’t castrate anybody.”
He raises a brow suspiciously. “Well why the hell not? Wasn’t that the whole point of storming over there?”
I’m about to answer when the shop door opens. Joey straightens up and sharply turns towards the door. “We’re closed,” he barks towards the customer as I fold over in laughter.
“Joey.” I nudge him and he smiles. “He’s just kidding, sir, how can I help you?”
The gray-haired man smiles and moves up to the counter. “Good afternoon. Do you have any tarts? I love tarts and haven’t had one in years.” He eyes up my display case and taps lightly on the glass with his hands.
“I’m a bit of a tart sugar,” Joey says in his overly flirtatious voice.
“Good Lord. No, sir, I’m sorry I don’t make tarts. Although, maybe I will. What kind do you like?”
He smiles sweetly as his eyes light up. “Oh all kinds. Strawberry, blueberry, kiwi, they’re all delicious.”
I giggle at his enthusiasm and pull out a notepad, scribbling down a reminder. “I’ll tell you what, I will personally make some tarts and have them in the shop ready for you by the end of the week. How does that sound?”
“That’s perfect. Thanks, sugar. I’ll stop in sometime on Friday.” He winks at me before turning and leaving the shop, the door dinging closed behind him.
Joey shakes his head at me. “Do you have to be so accommodating all the time? We do enough special requests as it is.”
I place my notepad on the counter and put my hand on my hip. “Hey, special requests are what make Dylan’s Sweet Tooth different from all the other bakeries around here. You can’t just walk into Crumbs Galore on Main Street and ask for something they don’t make. I like being approachable and accommodating. It gives me an edge.” He rolls this eyes but smiles at me, knowing that I’m one hundred percent right. Word of mouth about how customers can pretty much request anything in my shop has gotten me a ton of business over the past three years. I shrug and continue. “Now, would you like to talk about how awesome we are compared to our competition, or would you like to talk about how Reese isn’t married?”
His eyes widen and he stumbles. “Isn’t? As in he’s single? As in you can continue to fuck him?”
My eyes rake through the display case and I straighten up. “Hmmm, hold on. We need more black bottoms.” I move towards the doorway that leads back to the kitchen when Joey grabs me by the shoulders.
