Free Sweet Addiction by Jessica Daniels Page A

I would hate for you to be an accessory.” Joey mumbles something
under his breath as I unfold the note and step back, giving myself the allusion
of privacy.
               
    Dylan,
    Next time I go to Agent
Provocateur to replace something of yours, you will be accompanying me.
                                                                                       
X Reese
     
    “Fuck me.” I throw the
card at Joey and riffle through the tissue paper, slowly pulling out the pair
of purple lacy panties with the tiny ribbons on the sides.
    He slams his hand down
on the counter. “Jesus Fucking Christ. He bought you panties?”
    “Yeah. I mean, he took
the ones from the wedding and I jokingly told him he had to buy me a
replacement pair.” I stare at the panties, my face instantly heating up at the
realization that Reese actually went lingerie shopping for me. Christ, this
is seriously hot. “I was totally kidding though.”
    Joey re-reads the note
several times before he turns to me, fanning his face with the card. “This has
to be the hottest note I’ve ever read. Like, I could seriously have an orgasm
from reading this.” His mouth drops open and he steps closer to me, admiring
the panties in my hand. “Wait a minute, what do you mean he kept your panties
from the wedding? You went home without panties?”
    I snatch the note back
and slip it into my pocket. “Oh hold off on the judgment please. Like you
haven’t gone without your delicates before.” He looks towards the ceiling for a
memory and smiles as I laugh at him. “Shit, Joey. How hot is this?”
    “Wickedly hot. Sweet
Lord, you need to fuck him again and fast before I drug him and drag him over
to my side.” I laugh until my side hurts and am only interrupted when the shop
phone rings.
    “Dylan’s Sweet Tooth.”
I giggle into the phone as Joey studies my panties like a weirdo. “Give those
back, you perv,” I whisper away from the phone.
    “Dylan?”
    My back straightens and
I almost drop the phone. I know that voice. Clearing my throat and
pretending I didn’t, I answer after a beat. “Yes, this is Dylan.”
    “It’s Reese.”
    “Oh, hi.” I swat at
Joey to get his attention and mouth it’s him . He drops my panties on the
counter and quickly snatches the phone away from me. What? No!
    “Reese. You stud you. My girl is dying for you to impregnate her.”
    “GIVE ME THE PHONE.”
    He grins and nods his
head as I jump up and try to snatch it. Damn it to hell he’s tall. “Yup.
She just opened your package. Speaking of packages, just how big is your
dick? As memorable as she says?” I am going to kill him. Slowly.
    Grabbing the phone out
of his hand, I punch him as hard as I can in his shoulder as he laughs at me.
“Asshole. Shit, my hand. You’re fucking dead, Holt.” I shake my hand in the air
and bring the phone up to my ear. “Hello?” I say through a wince of pain. Oh
God. Please tell me he didn’t hear any of that. 
    “Hi, love. What’s this
about you wanting to carry my children?” I can hear the smile in his voice;
obviously enjoying himself immensely. I, on the other hand, want to hurl myself
into traffic.
    “Sorry. Joey drinks.” This
is mortifying. “Can I help you with something?”
    “Is your hand okay?”
    A customer walks
through the door and Joey gets to work helping her. After flipping him off, I
watch him giggle at me as I slip into the back for some much needed privacy.
“Yes, it’s fine, I think.” Making a fist to stretch it out, I smile at my next
move. He sends me a naughty note; he’s going to get naughty Dylan. “How’s your hand?”
    “My hand? And why would
something be wrong with my hand, sweet Dylan?”
    I sigh. Sweet Dylan.
Lord help me this guy is smooth. “Well, I just assumed you jerked off
repeatedly at the image of me in each and every item in that store today. In
fact, I’m counting on it.”