Sweet Addiction

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Reese takes his gaze off me and grabs several boxes off the top, revealing a very red faced Joey. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes and spreads the boxes out at the end of the table. Joey shakes his head in frustration, placing the remaining boxes on the table in front of the businessmen and opening them.

“Gentlemen, please help yourselves to the treats provided by Dylan’s Sweet Tooth. We’ll get started in five,” Ian announces. Shuffling of papers and footsteps fill the room and I watch as Reese turns away from the table and walks towards me. Joey steps aside and pulls out his phone, smiling at something and giving me the indication that the something he is smiling at is Billy related.

“Handsome,” I say softly as Reese stops just in front of me, his hands rubbing softly up my arms.

“Love, you look so pretty. I love you in dresses.” My chest constricts as he leans in and plants three gentle kisses on my lips.

“And I love you in suits. I’m about to say f**k your meeting and take you right here on this table in front of everyone.”

He laughs and looks at me wickedly. “I wouldn’t object. This meeting is going to bore the hell out of me. Maybe I’ll make you stay to keep me company.”

I play with the buttons on his jacket, pulling him closer to me. “If you think for one second that I could stay in this room with you looking like that and not wrap my lips around you, you’re crazy.”

His hand grabs my face and he leans into my hair, brushing against my ear. “Pervert. I love that dirty mouth of yours.” He glances down briefly at his watch before grabbing my hand. “Come with me.”

I look over at Joey who sees me getting pulled towards the door. Before I can speak, he grins and winks at me. “Meet you downstairs, cupcake.” I blush instantly as I nod at him.

“Don’t you have a meeting to run?” I ask as Reese pulls me down the hallway towards his office. My stomach is doing flips in anticipation of getting him alone.

“The meeting can wait. I need you.” My heart squeezes at his words as we walk into his reception area. Stop interpreting things the way you shouldn’t, Dylan. Scanning the small area as we walk towards his door, I lock onto the redhead behind the desk who glares in my direction, her eyes going to my hand that is in Reese’s and her jaw clenching before she looks back up at my face. “Uh, Mr. Carroll, you have that meeting.”

“Not now, Heather.”

Her face hardens as he pulls me into his office and closes the door behind us, locking it before he presses me against it.

“Fucking hell, I need more than five minutes, Dylan. I don’t like rushing with you.” His lips find mine and I part for him, stroking my tongue against his as he reaches down and wraps my legs around his waist. I moan into him as his erection digs right where I want it, rubbing me right where I need it. My hands grip his head and hold it to mine as his one hand slips in between us. He undoes his belt, unzipping and unbuttoning his slacks and pulls himself free.

“This is going to be hard and quick, love.”

“Please hurry, I need you.” My panties are moved to the side and the touch of his finger between my legs makes me gasp. A low grunt escapes his lips as he buries his face into my neck and pushes inside me. He growls loudly, his one fist coming up and banging the door above my head.

“You’re so wet. I love how ready you are for me,” he says between muffled sounds as he pounds into me. I hold on tightly around his neck, groaning as he strokes inside me with the perfect amount of pressure. I won’t last long and I know it. I’ve been primed for him all morning. My legs tremble around his waist as his hands hold my ass and pull me towards him to meet his thrusts.

“Reese, OhGod.” I throw my head back and bite my lip to quiet my sounds. I want everyone to hear us and I don’t at the same time. Part of me didn’t care that I am being f**ked hard against his door with his secretary just outside, but the other part of me wants it to be just us in this moment. He licks up my neck to my ear and bites down lightly, pulling the tip into his mouth as his one hand comes around me and holds my face. His lunges become harder and I dig my nails into his neck and pull him closer, needing him as close to me as I can get him.

“Dylan.”

My name on his lips pushes me to the top. The burning sensation shoots through my body and I lose control willingly. “I’m coming.” I strain and arch into him, giving him the angle we both need to get him deeper. He growls and I feel him twitch inside me as I erupt around him at the same time. Warm release fills me and I pull his head back to allow me to watch him. “Look at me.”

His eyes fixate on mine, wide and dilated as he stills and exhales sharply. Blinking heavily, he drops his head. “Jesus Christ,” he says. His forehead is beaded with sweat and his hair is a right hot mess which makes me smile. No one can pull off the I just got f**ked hair like Reese. I am placed down on my feet and have to keep my arms around him to steady myself.

“Wow. You might have to carry me out of here,” I say through a laugh. He grins and studies me as he tucks himself away, watching me pull my dress down.

“I could do that.” He moves quickly to his desk and grabs a few tissues, dropping down in front of me and wiping between my legs. He discards them in the trash bin and returns in front of me, brushing the strand of hair that fell from my bun away from my face.

I’m certain I look thoroughly f**ked but don’t care in the least. This man owns my body and I will let him use it wherever and whenever, and the thought suddenly frightens me. I swallow loudly and back up a bit. “I think your meeting may have started without you.” I make sure my dress is covering everything, glancing behind me quickly. His hand stills on the door handle, getting ready to turn it when he looks over at me.

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