Sweet Addiction by Jessica Daniels

sorry it happened. Are you?”
    I push against his
chest but he doesn’t move. Damn it, I need to start lifting weights. “Yes, I’m sorry it happened. I do not fuck married men, Reese!” I’m shouting now
and my throat begins to ache but not enough to make me stop. However, his
current look of confusion is taking away some of my fire. He’s a smart guy.
Why isn’t he grasping this?
    “Okay, that’s good to
know,” he says with a furrowed brow.
    “Great. Now you know.
So stay the fuck away from me.” I go to leave but am stopped by his grip on my
arm, turning me around to face him.
    “What the fuck are you
talking about?”
    I step out of his grasp
and look down at his left hand, narrowing in on his bare finger. “You asshole.
Why don’t you wear your ring? Hoping to get your dick sucked behind that
massive desk of yours by some girl that doesn’t know you’re married?”
    His look stuns me. I
had expected him to get angry with me for slapping him, maybe a bit
disappointed in me for not wanting to pursue this any further, but the amused
look on his face was not what I was expecting. He runs his hands down his face
and laughs, stopping only when he sees my hardened expression.
    “Married? Who the fuck
told you I was married?”
    I step back. “Juls.
Answer my question. Why don’t you wear your ring?”
    “Really? And where did
Juls hear that I was married?”
    I throw my hands up in
frustration. “What the fuck does that matter? From Ian. Who else?”
    He grabs my hand and
pulls me with him towards the door, swinging it open and storming down the
hallway.
    “Where are we going?
Let go of me.”
    “Shut up, Dylan.” My
fighting is useless. He is clearly on a mission as he walks towards Ian’s
office door, dragging my infuriated self behind him. “We’re settling this right
now.”
    “Settling what?”
    “Mr. Carroll, Mr.
Thomas told me to hold his calls.”
    “It’s fine, Jill,” he
grunts at the nice receptionist as he swings the office door open, pulling me
into the room with him.
    “Fuck. What the fuck,
Reese?” Ian’s voice causes me to shriek and then I focus on what is happening
in front of me. My eyes widen at the sight of Juls bent over Ian’s desk,
completely naked and getting fucked from behind. Ian quickly moves and covers
her up as Reese and I spin around and shut the door to keep the curious eyes
from the hallway from getting a show.
    “Shit. Uh, sorry, man.
This will only take a minute,” Reese says as we both stare at the door.
    “Jesus Christ, Dylan. I
was so fucking close,” Juls growls.
    I hold my hands up.
“This was not my idea. Blame the asshole next to me.” His head flicks towards
mine and I stare him down. Yeah that’s right. I said it.
    “Well? What the fuck is
it?” Ian asks, still out of breath.
    “Why the hell did you
tell Juls that I was married?”
    He laughs. “Uh, I
didn’t. You? Married? That’s fucking hilarious. Babe, who told you Reese was
married?”
    “ You did. Last
week when we all went to The Tavern after work. Right?” She sounds nervous and
suddenly unsure of herself.
    “This is so fucking
stupid. Can I go please?” I ask and Reese’s arm shoots out and prevents me from
grabbing the door handle. I try to push it away but my efforts are useless.
    “Babe, I think you’ve
mistaken Reese for Trent. Trent is married.”
    My stomach drops.
    “Oh. Oh fuck, you’re right.
Dylan, I’m so sorry. Shit, I really thought it was Reese. Honest mistake
though, right?” She giggles nervously and clears her throat.
    I drop my head into my
hands. “Jesus Christ.” I groan, hearing a muffled laugh coming from my left and
suddenly wanting to hurl myself out the nearest window. Oh God, this is
awkward.
    “Well, now that there’s
no confusion, can you two love birds please get the fuck out so I can finish?”
Ian utters through a laugh. “And lock the door behind you.”
    “Yup. Uh, meet you downstairs,
Juls.” I quickly open the door,