The Sweet Addiction Series Collection (Sweet Addiction #1-3)

“You thought he was doing something illegal?” I ask.

“I knew he was doing something illegal. But I needed access to all of his monies to prove it. So I’ve just been biding my time, hoping he would pursue our company to work with him again. I didn’t know if it was going to happen. I turned him down a lot after I met you, but he finally came to us.” He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. “I took a major risk in working with him. I knew he’d try to get to you once he got around me again. Bryce likes to push people’s buttons, and he’s good at it. Every fucking time I met with him, he brought you up, but I couldn’t react. I couldn’t lose that account when I didn’t have what I needed yet. Ian got this guy, some private investigator, to work with us. I was supplying him with what I thought could bring Bryce down, but he was taking forever with it. He kept needing more documents or telling me what I gave him couldn’t be deemed illegal. I was getting impatient. I couldn’t have something happen to you.” Both hands grab my shoulders. “It killed me to work with him, Dylan. You have to know that.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay.” His hands slide down so that he’s gripping my elbows. “I saw what he did to you in that elevator. After Joey told me he touched you, I called security and asked to see the surveillance footage. I saw how you reacted to him. And I fucking saw him touch you.” His eyes close tight momentarily. I reach up and touch his cheek, seeing them flash open. “I lost it. I searched that entire building for him. I didn’t know if he was still there but I knew if I found him, I’d kill him. Ian tried to calm me down but I didn’t want to hear it. He touched you. He touched what was mine. And it was my fault. I brought him back around. I put my need to get to him before you. And I hated myself for it.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t bring him back around. Joey told me the other day that Bryce had stopped in the shop a few times before you took on that account with him. He was always there. You were trying to protect me. Don’t ever hate yourself for that.”

He sighs heavily and rubs his eyes. “I’m honestly glad I didn’t know he’s been in here. Thank you for not telling me about that.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, biting back my smile. “I hate keeping stuff from you, too.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. That phone call I got earlier was from the PI. He discovered that Bryce has been embezzling funds from clients’ accounts. That’s what all those anonymous donations were. I had to go into the office to give him everything I had on Bryce. He’s done. I fucking got him.”

I feel a lightness take over my body, like the biggest weight has been lifted off my shoulders. “He’s getting arrested?”

He nods. “He’s looking at twenty-five years.” He presses himself against me again, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. The PI told us we couldn’t say anything to anybody. It fucking killed me to keep that from you, but I needed this to work. I needed to do something that would keep him away from you permanently, and killing him wasn’t an option.”

“Thank you for what you did.”

He brings our foreheads together. “I will always protect you, Dylan. We might not be married yet, but I said my vows to you a long time ago.”

I reach around and slide the tie out of his hand, holding it between us. “And I will always trust you. With everything. Including what you’re about to do to me.”

He takes the tie from me as all the softness fades from his features. I see the transformation happen immediately, like a switch has been flipped inside him. The predatory shift in his eyes. The way his nostrils flare and his jaw twitches just below his temple. This is dominant Reese. This is the man who takes what he wants and right now, I’m his target.

“Close your eyes.”

I obey instantly. There is zero thought involved. Nor is there any part of me that wants to fight him. I want this; I want everything from his man. He’s never taken away my senses before, leaving me vulnerable, but I trust him completely. He could do anything to me right now and I wouldn’t object.

The silk material of the tie slides over my eyes. I turn my head and press my lips to his arm as he secures it behind me with a knot. I feel his hands on my waist as he lifts me off the ground and plants me on the edge of the worktop.

“Lie back. I want you to keep your hands flat on the table, and I don’t want you to remove them. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I answer, lying back on the wood. I flatten my palms out next to me and wait for my next instruction. I feel his body settle between my legs as his hands slide up my thighs, teasing the bottom of my dress.