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  Once the man left, Addison studied the menu. Her finger twirled a small lock of hair. “You’re staring at me.”

  “Am I?” He sipped his water.

  “I can feel your eyes on me.” She peeked up at him through her thick eyelashes.

  “It’s hard not to look.”

  “Do lines like that work on other women you date?” she teased.

  Decland scoffed. “What other women?”

  “You’re not seeing anyone else?” she asked. Though her tone was calm, he could see the slight tension around her eyes, and the way she held her breath waiting for his answer.

  “No, I’m not seeing anyone else. How about you? Are you dating anyone else?” He raised his eyebrows, challenging her.

  “I thought we agreed last night.” She leaned forward her elbows resting on the table.

  He took a sip of his water, the cool liquid chilling him from the inside out. “Just checking.”

  “It works both ways, though.”

  “What does?”

  “If I can’t date anyone else, neither can you,” she demanded.

  He leaned forward mimicking her position, his elbow on the table, arms folded in front of him. “Seems fair enough.”

  “Sure you’re not going to miss Jenna?” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

  He shrugged. “Sometimes sacrifices must be made.”

  She paused, staring at him slacked-jawed, then laughed, smacking his hand playfully. “Such a martyr.”

  Decland loved her sense of humor. Sarcastic, sassy and sexy. As the waiter came to take their order, they both leaned back in their chairs. He hadn’t realized how close they were sitting until they were interrupted. With mimosas in hand, they fell into a comfortable silence waiting for their food. Curiosity piqued within him as he watched her sip her drink. This guarded creature who seemed to win him over with such little things, the walls around her heart were slowly coming down brick by brick. He was determined to smash the whole damn thing. He sighed not wanting to ask this question, but he had to know what he was up against. “So, your ex-douche, what made him an ex?”

  Addison scoffed humorlessly. “What doesn’t make him an ex? Was it the lack of communication? The endless amount of flirting with other women? Or hmm, let me see. It could’ve been the lack of physical satisfaction.”

  “That’s a long list.”

  “Yes, it is.” She gave him a level look, waiting for his reaction.

  “Are you satisfied with our amount of physical interaction?” He smiled, bringing his glass to his lips.

  As she opened her mouth to reply, their food arrived, covering the table in multiple plates. Addison looked at the spread with wide eyes. “Do you think you ordered enough?”

  “Variety is the spice of life,” he replied while scooping some baked macaroni and cheese onto his plate.

  “I’ll keep that in mind next time we go out. I’m going to order like six desserts.” She smiled up at him and took a small bite of her blueberry crepe.

  “So… you should answer my question.”

  “Which one was that?” The delicate movements of her fork barely scraped the plate.

  “Are you physically satisfied?”

  The pink color that he loved so much returned to her cheeks. “Yes, I would say that. How about you?”

  Decland chuckled, making a show of adjusting himself. “I’ll let you know as soon as my blue balls clear up.”

  Addison giggled. “That might’ve been a tad uncalled for.”

  “A tad? They’re going to be purple soon.” He chuckled, taking another bite of his food.

  Addison finished the small crepe on her plate, giggling as he faked a pained grin. “Well, maybe I’ll have to help you with that.”

  Decland brought the napkin to his mouth, hiding the smile he knew he could barely contain. “Until then, there’s some things I’d like to know.”

  “Such as?” She leaned forward, batting her eyes at him playfully.

  “Tell me about your family.”

  “Who’s the therapist here?”

  “Since we’re getting to know each other, isn’t this the normal stuff couples talk about?”

  Addison sighed. “I guess so. I just tend to keep things to myself.”

  “I can tell.” There it was—the wall, her safe haven.

  Her gazed lingered out over the water, the sun bathing her skin making her seem like she glowed from within. Decland didn’t push. He allowed the silence to linger comfortable between them for a few seconds.

  Her voice came softly. “My parents have been together for thirty-six years now. My mom is crazy, but in a good way. Wants the best for me, but pushes too hard at times. My dad is a hard-working guy, prefers not to talk about his emotions but is a big mush on the inside.” She looked at him sideways. “He probably wouldn’t like you.”

  They both laughed. Decland more so than he had in a long time. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I’m a likable kind of guy.”

  “Hmmm, I’m still deciding.” She brushed her hand against his flirtatiously.

  “I think you like me.” He wound his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her soft skin.

  She shrugged. “Maybe. Your turn. Tell me about your family.”

  “What can I say? I have three brothers—two older, one younger. My parents have been together forever. And they would love you.”

  Addison raised her eyebrows. “Oh, would they?”

  “Yes, because I like you,” he admitted. It was amazing how easily he opened up to her; how comfortable he was with her.

  “I think you’re okay, too.”

  Decland scoffed. “Just okay?”

  She shrugged, not answering. The waiter came over taking some of the dishes away. Decland forked a fluffy crepe, savoring the rich flavor as he continued to toy with Addison’s hand. As she rested her cheek on her other hand, she seemed to be studying him. Decland looked down at himself. “What?”

  “You’re not anything like I thought you would be.”

  “Is that good or bad?”

  “Both.”

  He leaned forward, catching her eye. “Explain that one.”

  “You don’t seem like the player type, but you’re playful. You’re amazing in bed.” He patted himself on the back. She giggled but continued. “At times, I can’t help but think about how it feels to have you inside of me.”

  Each word slid over him like a caress, he couldn’t help but think about being with her. How it felt to slide in and out of her, the way her body wrapped around his, the press of her nails in his back. While his mind went crazy with dirty thoughts of her, his cock began to lengthen in his pants, rubbing up against his jeans uncomfortably. He reached under the table, trying to adjust himself. “If you keep talking like that, we’re going to have to sit here until the restaurant closes.”

  Addison peeked around, looking at the now virtually empty restaurant. “Doesn’t look like we have much time until that happens.”

  “Yeah, just need a minute over here.” His balls ached, his shaft was hard and Addison was smiling like the Cheshire cat. “What are you smiling at?”

  “Nothing.” She slid out of her chair onto her knees, peeking around once more.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.” She peered over the table before slipping under the floor length tablecloth.

  “Addiso—” His words were cut off as he felt her fingers unfasten the button on his jeans, the zipper sliding slowly down.

  Addison yanked his chair closer to the table, tossing the white cloth over his lap. Holy shit. His heart raced as her hand slid into his pants, pulling his hard cock free. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but hot damn, he could feel it. His eyes darted around looking to see if they’d drawn any attention. No one was looking at him. He tried to act casual, but his body was coiled with tension.

  Her tentative tongue ran just over the top of his cock, scorching him with wet heat that burned him to the bone.
As she backed off, teasing him, she blew a small stream of air over the path her tongue had just traveled, making the heat of the wet trail cool instantly. He growled, holding onto the arms of the chair harder than necessary.

  “Don’t tease,” he whispered.

  He could hear her soft chuckle coming from under the table. He was about to tuck himself back into his pants when one of her hands landed firmly on his thigh while the other one surrounded the base of his cock. Her warm breath drifted over the tip of his cock just before he felt her soft lips part over him. At first, the motion of her mouth gliding around him was gentle. It was difficult not to grab the table or thrust up into her mouth, but he sat still not alluding to anyone around them what was going on. Then as she became more aggressive, she sucked him hard. He could feel her cheeks pulling in on him as her hand worked him in time to the way she sucked him.

  “Holy fuck.” He ground his teeth, trying not to lean back in the chair and growl with satisfaction.

  He could feel the cum creeping up his shaft. She sucked him so hard it was as if she was drawing it toward her. Her fingers dug into his thigh. His muscles had gone ridged.

  He must’ve closed his eyes because when he opened them, their waiter was standing before him. “Is everything okay, sir?”

  Decland squeezed the arm of the chair. “Um…” He cleared his throat. “Ah, yes. Everything is good.” Addison swallowed him down so far, he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. “Sooooo good.”

  “Can I get you anything else?”

  He could feel his seed leaking from him into her mouth. “No, no.” He squirmed in his chair trying to hold back the orgasm that she was sucking from him like a straw. “Check, please.”

  “Very well, sir.” The waiter glanced at him strangely then turned away, heading toward the stand.

  Addison swirled her tongue around his ridged shaft then sucked him down so hard his toes curled. Decland gasped. “Oh, shit.”

  She squeezed her hand around him, pumping him hard. Though he liked to make things last, he couldn’t hold out any longer. Hot seed shot from his pulsing rod, sending him into one of the hottest orgasms he’d ever had. The pleasure flooded through his body like a drug. He was completely addicted to Addison and her sultry mouth. He could feel her throat working as she swallowed down every drop. She nursed at him until his cock deflated, having spent every last drop of pent up cum he had. He could feel the instant ease in his aching balls. With a last kiss to the tip of his cock, he felt her back away from him. As he looked around, he noticed the waiter coming back to the table.

  “Stay there. He’s coming back,” he whispered. He looked up at the waiter, smiling.

  The waiter handed him the check. “Shall I wrap any of this up for you?”

  “No, thank you. Just give me a moment, and I’ll have this ready for you,” Decland answered, quickly trying to get the young man to walk away.

  “Very good, sir.” He turned with a somber face barely cracking a smile.

  The moment he was a few feet away, Decland put his hand under the table motioning for her. “Come out. Quick.”

  Addison popped her head out from under the table and scooted back into her chair. With a devilish grin, she settled herself into the chair, her lips tilting mischievously. Her eyebrows wagged playfully and her eyes blatantly told him she knew she had him by the balls. Other than the flush of color in her cheeks and her hair looking slightly wild, no one would’ve know that he just received the best blowjob of his life in the middle of a restaurant. Decland ran his hands through his hair. “What was that?”

  “I was making up for this morning,” she teased, rubbing the champagne glass over her lips, tipping back the last sip of her mimosa.

  Chapter 19

  Sundays with Decland were like spending a day starring in a movie. Romantic strolls through Central Park, brunch by a pond, conversations that flowed easily from one subject to the other, riddled with flirtation that made her feel slightly giddy. It was like being in another world from which she never wanted to let go; but when he left, the world had to go back to normal. That meant a case of the shitty Mondays was around the corner, even if the recovery from partying Saturday night or getting woken up early on a Sunday morning was slow going.

  As she sat at her desk going through email after email, the morning was dragging. She could feel herself wanting to bolt for the door or call Decland to convince him to play hooky for the day. She could so go for a romp around her bedroom or even a nice brunch. The longer she sat at her desk, the antsier she got.

  “Stop punching your keys like that. You’re going to break your computer,” Jeffrey called from his desk.

  “I’m not punching them,” she called back, hitting them harder.

  “Then stop stabbing them. Amazon will take at least two days to deliver.”

  Jeffrey walked into her office in a flutter of activity, his usually perfectly styled hair sticking out in multiple directions. His brown eyes were large, round and darting. Normally, Jeffrey exuded calm, fun confidence, but today he seemed overwhelmed. He plopped down into the chair across from Addison. “I swear I’m going to need a personal assistant soon.”

  Addison turned from her computer with a chuckle. “You are the assistant.”

  “And your schedule is getting to be too much. Between clients, interviews, agents, editors, shopping lists and functions. I mean, really, you’re going to need two assistants.”

  Addison batted her eyelashes at him. “What can I help you with then?”

  He held his hand to his chest dramatically, his face full of shock and maybe just a little offended. “I can do my job. I’m just saying you’re way too popular for your own good.”

  His point was solidified when her cell stared to vibrate across her desk. Addison picked it up. The moment she read Decland’s name, her face broke out into a smile.

  “Is that him? Mr. Fuckable Bastard?” Jeffrey sat forward.

  “It’s him.”

  Is it just me or do Monday’s suck?

  It’s not you. They totally suck ass. She answered quickly.

  “Where did you two disappear to on Saturday night? Hmmm?” Jeffrey asked.

  Addison peeked up at him knowing she couldn’t hide a thing from her longtime friend/ assistant. “Oh, you know… just wanted some time to sort things out.”

  “And by sort things out, you mean let him bang you silly in all kinds of naughty ways I’ll be jealous of for all my life. All the good ones are straight.” He sighed, sitting back in his chair, fanning himself.

  “I think you’ve got that wrong. Doesn’t the saying go ‘All the cute ones are gay’?”

  Her cell vibrated again. So I’m guessing your day is as shitty as mine?

  Addison sighed, the yearning to see him eating at her. Not shitty just dragging.

  Dinner my place later? His text came through just as she hit send.

  Only if we can wear sweats lol

  I don’t care if we start out in sweats as long as you end up naked in my bed. 78th and Park, Apt 15A. See you at 7?

  Sounds great and don’t forget you need to be in sweats too.

  “It is true. All the cute ones are gay.” Jeffrey giggled. “But that man is dirty in ways that make you want to sit up and beg for it.”

  “Tell me about it.” Addison dropped her phone back on her desk. “He just has a way of making the panties drop.”

  Jeffrey laughed. “You know, you still owe me a pedi.”

  “Yes, I believe I do.” Addison sat back in her chair, rocking back and forth. “Instead of midnight pedies, why don’t you clear the schedule on Thursday morning?”

  Jeffrey rose to his feet. “I see how it is. You have someone to do in the middle of the night so now I need to settle for your days.” Excitement went through her as she realized Jeffery was right… she had someone now.

  “I’m taking that as a yes,” she called as he started to walk away.

  “Mani-pedies for three. Your wish i
s my command,” he teased.

  “Call Neely.”

  “Duh. I said for three.”

  ***

  At the corner of Seventy-Eighth and Park Avenue, Addison stood feeling completely exhausted. If it had been anyone else besides Decland, she would’ve canceled her plans. She had the day from hell, starting with too many emails, too many phone calls, and three couples having a crisis, all of whom scheduled emergency appointments back to back. She’d worked through her lunch talking them all back into a compatible existence. She stood, her stomach rumbling, her head pounding, and wanting nothing more than a hot bath, a good book and her bed.

  The only plus side to the night was that she was wearing her favorite yoga pants, off-the-shoulder burgundy sweatshirt and ballet flats. Looking up at the Gothic building, she couldn’t help but admire the structural beauty of it. The mix of light, whitewashed stone with darker stone overlaying gave it the feel of old New York. As she passed through the large glass double doors into and opulent lobby decorated in neutral colors, her flats padded quietly on the earth tone granite flooring. She approached a tall desk with a man dressed in a bellhop uniform sitting behind it.

  The older gentleman greeted her with a wrinkled smile as he tipped his head in a slight nod. His gray hair poked out the sides of his chauffer’s hat. “Good evening, miss.”

  “Hello.”

  He rose to his feet slowly. “How may I be of assistance?”

  “My name is Addison Tyler. I’m here to see Decland Wallace.”

  “Very good, ma’am. He’s expecting you.” He lifted the phone behind his desk to his ear. Addison could hear the ringing from where she stood. Once the ringing stopped, she heard the soft, mumbled answer. “Hello, Mr. Wallace. Walter from the bell station here. I have Ms. Tyler here to see you. Yes, sir. I’ll send her right up.”

  As he shuffled out from behind the desk, he seemed to move even slower, but when he offered his arm to Addison she accepted with a smile. He patted her hand lightly. “Now, my dear. You take this elevator to the fifteenth floor, turn to the right and look for apartment 15A. It should be at the end of the hallway.”