Free Sweet Addiction by Jessica Daniels Page B

The sound of coughing comes through the phone and I
chuckle. “So tell me, why exactly would I accompany you to Agent Provocateur?
I’m there enough as it is.” 
    After a brief moment of
just his breathing in my ear which is making the hair on my neck stand up, he
speaks. “Do you own any garters?” His voice is low and taunt. Christ, he
sounds seductive even at work.
    I can feel my pulse
hammering in my neck as I bite my bottom lip. “Maybe, why?”
    “Wear one tonight.”
    Tonight? I’m going out for drinks with Joey and Juls tonight. Of course, where Juls
goes, Ian goes. And Ian must have told Reese. I suddenly couldn’t wait for
drinks.
    “You know those cost a
pretty penny, don’t you? I would hate to lose such an expensive item of clothing
when you decide to steal it.”  Even though I wouldn’t mind it entirely. He
can confiscate every article of clothing I have for all I care.
    “Who said anything
about you taking it off?”
    I grip the workbench
and close my eyes, suddenly feeling like I could combust .
    “Reese.”
    “Dylan.”
    I glance down at my
shirt, my aroused nipples highly visible now. I moan softly into the phone
before I answer in a whisper, “I’m so wet right now.”
    A loud crack rings
through the receiver and I know he’s dropped it. Ah, sweet victory.
    “Are you serious?” he
murmurs and I chuckle at his response. “Shit. You can’t tell me that when I’m
stuck at work.”
    I run my hand up and
around my neck, feeling the clamminess of my skin. “Well I am. That voice of
yours does that to me.”
    Joey pops his head
through the doorway and I immediately freeze. “Cupcake, we need more éclairs.”
    I nod quickly, eyes
wide as Joey’s grin gets bigger. “I guess I’ll see you later then?” I ask,
moving towards the pastry rack. I know my face is beet red and feel like I’ve
just been caught masturbating. Shit, I practically was.
    He breathes heavily
into the phone. “I’m counting on it.” The call ends, allowing me to grab the
container of éclairs with both hands after I place the phone down on the
worktop.
    Turning quickly, I see
Joey watching me, arms crossed. “You look all hot and bothered,” he says slyly
through his smile.
    “I am. And I’m not sure
how I feel about it either.”
    Pushing past him, I walk
to the display case and fill the tray of pastries. He leans against the
doorframe. “What does that mean? He wants you; obviously, you want him, again,
obviously, so what’s the problem here?”
    I close the case. “No
problem. This is just sex. Really fucking good sex. So, no problem.” I brush
past him and shake my head, silently communicating that this conversation is
over. Because this is just sex. And even though I’ve always been a
relationship kind of girl, I am more than capable of handling hot casual sex. Right?  
    **
    Joey and I arrived at
The Tavern at 8:30 p.m. after I spent over an hour debating what to wear. I had
settled on my cream summer dress that hugged my curves in the most sinfully way
possible. It bunched in the front, accentuating my cleavage and fell just above
my knee. Paired with my matching heels and feeling my garter cling to my
thighs, I felt secretly sexy. My hands shake as we step through the door, Joey
leading the way through the packed bar. I have no idea why I’m so nervous. I’ve
already had sex with the guy. And now I knew for sure that he enjoyed it as
much as I did and didn’t regret it. But for some reason, my heart is pounding
in my ears and my stomach is clenched tight. Come on, Dylan. You can do
this. He wants you and you sure as hell want him.
    I follow Joey to the
bar where Juls is perched on a stool, messing with her phone. With no members
of the Chicago man candy club in sight, I breathe a sigh of relief.
    “Finally. Holy hell,
Dylan. That dress. Shit, that might actually kill him.” She grins wickedly and
runs her eyes down my body.
    I twirl quickly as Joey
whistles. “You bitches annoy me with