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Sweet Addiction

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I grin deviously and open my mouth to say something dirty, of course, when he stops me with his finger to my lips.

“Pervert.”

**

I’ve never showered with a man before and I must say, I’m pretty sure that’s the best way to go. I was completely pampered. He laughed at my fifty thousand shampoos, conditioner, and body wash choices that were stacked against the wall and studied several before choosing the ones that he said smelled like me. He picked the scents I used most often and I beamed inside at the idea of him knowing what I smell like. He insisted on washing my hair, taking his time and giving me an amazing head massage as he lathered me up. Washing my body, his face hardened as he carefully rubbed my shoulders and my back but got back to playful when he washed between my legs. That he spend a little extra time on. After I rinsed clean, he dropped his head and freshened up his marks on my br**sts as I moaned softly against his mouth. He seemed just as happy about them being there as I did.

When it was my turn, I skipped the loofah and squeezed the body wash directly onto my hand, wanting to feel every inch of him as I washed him. His muscles relaxed against my touch and I rubbed his arms the way I did on Tuesday, seeing his eyes close and his head fall forward. The only muscle that didn’t relax and seemed to not be able to at all during our entire shower together was my favorite muscle of his. I stroked him long and hard, the lather building as he held onto my waist and buried his face in my hair. He kissed me deeply, almost lovingly when he came in my hand. The feel of his hot liquid against my skin was exhilarating and I wanted to f**k him again, but didn’t. More than that, I wanted to get out of the shower and nuzzle against his chest, breathing my favorite air. But Reese had other plans. He wanted something besides frosting in his stomach.

I perch myself up on the counter and watch as he raids my fridge, his hair wet and f**kably messy. “Where is all your food? The only thing in here is milk, some weird cheese, and jelly.” He closes the door and glowers at me. I’m busy pulling my damp hair up into a messy knot on top of my head when his question finally hits me.

“Oh, I eat out a lot. And what weird cheese?” I hop down and stick my head in the fridge, following his finger to the second shelf. I quickly close the door. “That is not cheese. Maybe it was at one point but now, I’m not sure what it is.”

He laughs and pulls his phone out of his pocket, kissing the top of my head. “Alright well, I need to eat something besides you. What do you want? Chinese?”

I shrug. “I don’t care. I’m not really hungry.”

Pressing the buttons on his phone, I study him as he licks the slit running down his lip and brings his cell up to his ear. I reclaim my spot on the counter as he moves between my legs. This is becoming a regular position for us. My fingers slip under his shirt and I trace the hard lines of his stomach.

“Yeah, I wanted to place an order for delivery. Dylan’s Sweet Tooth on Fayette. Yes, one order of general tso chicken and one order of shrimp lo mein. Nope that’s it.” He moves the phone away from his mouth. “What’s your last name?”

My jaw drops open. “You don’t know the girl’s full name who you are currently f**king? That’s just awful. I know yours, Carroll.” I cross my arms over my chest and push my boobs up, seeing his eyes flick down and linger for a long second.

“Dylan.”

I shake my head in disapproval. “It’s Sparks,” I huff.

He chuckles in amusement. “Wow. That’s ridiculously fitting.” Before I can ask him what the hell that meant he looks away from me and pays attention to the call. “Alright thanks.” Placing the phone back in his pocket, he kisses me quickly on my nose and I groan in protest.

“Why is Sparks fitting?”

His lip twitches. “Because, you’re like this little firecracker.” I laugh as he plants a kiss on my forehead, running his hands up and down my arms. “Dinner will be here in twenty. Oh, before I forget, we’re having this big meeting with some clients on Tuesday and I was wondering if you would like to provide some of your treats for it.”

I run my fingers through his damp hair, causing it to curl a bit at the ends. “I’d love to. What kind of treats?”

“I don’t know. It’s at 10:00 a.m. so I guess breakfast treats?” His forehead creases as he looks past me and thinks it over. Lord, he is adorable.

I smile and play with his T-shirt, bunching it up in my hands. “Well, I happen to make some mean breakfast treats. How many people am I providing for?”

“Twelve.”

I nod. “Okay. I’ll make sure to have enough for everyone to have three, that way if they don’t get eaten, which is absurd, then you can have the extra.”

“Great. I’ll pay you in orgasms.” Well that was way too tempting. His smirk lingers as I carefully think about his offer, looking up at the ceiling for my answer.

“Eh,” I finally reply and he wraps me up, kissing me once and then once more, longer and softer as I melt.

We sit in comfortable silence as we eat our dinner on the floor in my living room. Reese makes sure to point out that I am indeed hungry, watching me with amusement as I tear into both of his orders. And I make sure to point out that he is the one who ate most of the frosting. I exhale heavily and lean against the partition, resting my hand on my belly as he sticks the leftovers in my fridge and returns to sit across from me.

“Full?” he asks.

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