I closed up the shop on Tuesday night at 6:00p.m, saying goodnight to Joey after he helped me put any uneaten goodies away. My mind had been on Reese all afternoon and I was aching to be with him, and not just for sex. I wanted to talk to him and play with him. I just wanted to see him. And he wanted to see me. I had originally planned on spending my night watching television or taking a long bath, but neither one of those options sounded appealing anymore. I stopped fighting it and quickly made up my mind. Slipping off my apron and grabbing my purse and keys, I locked up the shop behind me and strolled towards Sam.

Driving to Reese’s building was an easy route from the bakery. He lived in Printer’s Row which was just south of downtown Chicago, a mere five minutes away. I was very familiar with the area, having catered to several businesses in the trendy upscale neighborhood. I liked this part of the city, and told myself that I really should come down here more often as I park Sam down the street a bit and lock him up, beginning the short walk to the front of the condos.

I practically sprint off the elevator and down the hallway, stopping sharply in front of Reese’s door and looking down at my flustered state. You would think by the way my skin is tingling that it has been days since I last saw him. Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I smile and quickly type a message.

Me: I really want to see you tonight. Is there any way you could stop whatever it is you’re doing and come to my place?

I wait patiently and then a thought hits me that makes me feel like a complete jerk off. What if he isn’t home? What if he’s at his office or out somewhere and is going to leave to go to the bakery and I’m not there? Shit. But just as my blood pressure starts elevating to a crazy height, his door swings open and I smile at the sight of him typing on his phone with one hand, his keys in the other. My phone beeps and he quickly glances up, his lips parting and a sharp breath escaping at the sight of me. I’m still in my pink dress from earlier, but now my hair is down and it frames my face in soft waves. As his eyes take me in it hits me. Reese had stopped whatever it was that he was doing to come to me and I knew that I would have done the same if he had asked. And I am done trying to convince myself otherwise.

Twelve

“Dylan, hi. I didn’t, I thought…”

I lift up my hand to stop him. “Hold on, I just got a text from this crazy hot guy. It might be important.” He leans against the door and beams at me as I swipe across my screen and fail miserably at holding back my ridiculous smile.

Reese: I’ll always stop whatever it is I’m doing to come to you.

Oh man. I tilt my head and step towards him, kissing him briefly on the lips before I turn away from him. “Got my fix. See ya.” I say and yelp as his hands grip me around my waist and lift me up, pulling me back against him as he carries me through his doorway. “Put me down you barbarian.” I laugh and he shifts me so that I am now hanging over his shoulder, my face in his perfect ass. I smack it loudly and feel his hand pinch mine as he walks me through his condo which I am now getting my first real look at, of course it’s all upside down at the moment. Stopping finally, he slides me down his body and places my feet on the floor.

“You’re here,” he states as I give him a quick once over. He’s wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt and looks entirely too snuggly. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair as he smiles down at me, the little lines popping out next to his eyes.

“I am, and thank God so are you. I panicked that maybe you were out on a hot date or something.”

He looks at me curiously and runs his fingers along my jaw. “No hot date tonight I’m afraid. And what exactly are you doing here? I thought we shouldn’t see each other more than once in the same day?”

I shrug and step back from him, glancing around the massive living area that we are standing in. This has to be the nicest condo I’ve ever been in. “I was feeling rebellious. What were you doing before I got here?” My eyes fall on the couch that I am very fond of as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back against him.

“Watching TV on my favorite couch.” He reaches around and plants a kiss on my ear. “Would you like to join me?”

“I thought maybe we’d play a game. Do you have any cards?”

He releases me and disappears down the hallway and into a room while I turn and sit on the armrest of the couch. Reemerging moments later, he tosses me the deck and I stand up and walk to his round dining table, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. He sits across from me and I blow him a kiss.

“Handsome.” I pull the cards out and begin shuffling them.

“Love, what game are we playing?” He leans back in his chair, his shirt tightening across his broad chest. Who the hell looks this good in sweats?

I think for a moment before I reply. “I actually don’t think it has a name so I’ll just explain it to you.” I stand up and walk around the table, pulling my chair so that it is now next to his and sit down. He turns his body towards me and begins lightly running his fingertips over my bare knee. I place the stacked deck face down on the table in front of us.

“So, we take turns drawing cards, each suit representing something different. Hearts are kissing, diamonds are oral, clubs are stimulation using your hands, and spades are massages.” His eyebrows raise and he licks his grinning lips. “The numbers on the cards represent how many seconds you get to do that activity, for example.” I pull the top card and turn it in my hand, showing the five of hearts. Leaning in, I press my mouth against his and swipe my tongue across his lips as he moves with me. I savor his minty taste for five well worth it seconds and then break away, placing my card down on the table. “Oh and I’ve kept the jokers in. You pick one of those and you get to f**k me.”