Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

  But before I do, I want a taste. Yes, I’m an asshole, and I don’t care because this sweet thing is going to come all over my tongue.

  “You can. You want to. Don’t deny it. I would love nothing more than to take you for dinner, and when they clear the plates, I want you on the table…” My mouth hovers dangerously close to her and her sweet breath fans over my lips. I continue with my teasing words. “…with those gorgeous legs spread before me like a delicacy ready for me to devour. A decadent dessert, just for me.” My lips feather over hers softly, as I whisper filthy promises to her. She leans into the kiss, and I pull away. I know her body is humming for release, but this is much more fun. “Think about it.” I grab the mug and finish my coffee. Opening the apartment door, and before I step out, I murmur. “I’ll see you soon, sweet cheeks.”

  5

  Hayden

  “You fucking kissed her?” I stare at my brother, incredulously.

  “Not yet, but you snooze, you lose, brother.”

  Raking my fingers through my hair, I scowl at him. “Did you fuck Sienna?” He shakes his head, and relief washes through me. How the fuck did he figure it out? “How?”

  “She had an easel in her apartment. I asked her what it’s for, and she mentioned she’s studying art. To my surprise, she blushed when she spoke of her professor, a Mr. Durand.” His smug tone frustrates me. And I want to punch him.

  I turn to the mirror, taking in my reflection. I’m supposed to go into class and act like my jealousy isn’t flaring beyond reason. How am I supposed to spend my days around Sienna and act like I’m not aching to be with her? Like I don’t want to fuck her into next month. To pretend like I don’t want to spread those perfect legs and make her come on my tongue. “I’ll see you later, I got to get to class.”

  I can’t be around him right now. There’s no way I can be with her, I’ll lose my job. But I don’t trust my brother, he breaks hearts, and I don’t doubt that he’ll do the same to her.

  The drive to school is quick, and when I get out of my car, I inhale a deep breath. This is going to be a test of my restraint. The same fucking control that seems to elude me when I’m near her.

  The classroom is empty when I reach it, thankfully giving me time to set up before the student’s rush in. Placing the paints on the table in the studio, I feel her enter. Her presence prickles my skin. “Good morning, Mr. Durand.” Her voice is strong and forceful. When I turn to face her, it feels as if my breath is knocked from me. Her long dark hair is loose down her back, it’s got a curl to it which frames her beautiful face.

  Her big eyes are darkened with a deep blue eyeshadow that makes her look like a cover model ready for her shoot.

  “Sienna, how are you today?” I question, my voice is raspy, and I have to clear my throat. Shit, this is more difficult than I thought it would be.

  “I’m good. I’ve got an idea for a project which I’d like to run by you.” Her quizzical gaze is adorable. I nod, placing the last of the colors on the table and motioning for her to join me. As soon as she’s next to me, my body thrums. It’s as if the connection between us is electric. She places a few pages on the desk. Her fingers are slender, and her hands are smooth.

  Images of her fist wrapped around my cock had me biting my tongue to keep from groaning out loud. Fuck, she’d look so good writhing below me, between us—Tyler and me.

  Her gaze drinks me in like a long sip of chilled wine on a hot day, and I can’t wait to make her drunk on me. As I slip into the comfortable chair opposite her, I make sure our knees touch. The spark that runs through me at the contact has my cock stiffening.

  Staring at her, I notice her cheeks pink and goosebumps rise on her smooth skin. She’s a natural beauty, with dark, alluring eyes that grip me, tugging me into their depths. Offering her the classic smirk I’m known for, I watch her eyes fall on my mouth.

  “What did you have in mind, Ms. Gardier?” Her name rolls off my tongue like an illicit promise. Something forbidden that I want to devour.

  “I’ve been playing around with figures, and I’d like to do an abstract, something similar to Dali.” She rambles, but the only thing I am concentrating on is her sweet voice and those beautifully plump lips. I want them at the base of my dick while I teach her how to swallow every fucking inch.

  “Will this be part of your final project? I haven’t decided what I want the class to do yet, but I’ll keep what you’ve proposed in mind.” Dark eyes peek up at me.

  The room is silent as I take her in. Her pulse under the soft skin of her neck riots. Perfect.

  “Yes, that’s what I wanted to do, but if you’ve got a better idea, I’m happy to do what you request.” Her voice is a whisper, and I can’t help leaning closer to her.

  “I like your idea. Although figures are a very…” My eyes settle on her mouth. “…sensual subject. Is that something you’re comfortable with, Sienna?”

  Her throat works as she swallows and I can’t stop the grin on my face. She squares her shoulders and stares at me. “Yes, Mr. Durand. I’m very comfortable with the subject, no matter how sensual.” The corner of her mouth quirks as she regards me. Cheeky little minx. I love when she’s confident, makes me want to turn her around, bend her over and plow into her.

  To make her cheeky mouth moan my name and beg me to come. To hear her spew dirty words while I plunge into her. The air around us is thick with sexual tension, and I want to break it. Crack it wide open and make her see the pleasure I can bestow on her beautiful body.

  She’s got luscious curves, her tight jeans hug her legs, and her dark tank top fits her like a glove. I am sure once I peel back her layers, one by one, I will find an incredibly naughty little kitten. And I want to make her purr and claw at me. God how I’d love to have her nail marks down my back.

  “Good, now please take your seat. I’ll finish setting up.”

  The class starts filling up, and I see her friend Olive Calvares walk in. The name is famous in the entertainment industry with many big names in music. Her father being a record producer is one hell of a talent scout, and I’ve heard he’s a difficult man to get your work to.

  “Good morning, class. I’m so glad to see everyone is heeding my warning about being late. I hope the rest of our time together goes as smoothly.” Addressing the class, I let my eyes flit across them, landing finally on the woman sitting in my direct line of sight.

  No woman has ever made me this hard just by fucking sitting across from me.

  “I’ve set out the paints, I want you to envision a view. It can be anything. You can be sitting at a window and look out at the ocean, a forest, whatever you’d like. I want you to allow your imagination to run wild. Let’s go, you’ve got two hours, there’s no need to rush, I want this to be a two-day project. Unless you’d like to come in this afternoon and work on it. That’s entirely up to you.”

  Her hand goes up, and I feel her eyes on me. “Ms. Gardier?” I question, cocking my head to the side. She stares at me with those intense cocoa pools, and the lights in the class make them shine.

  “Will you be grading these?” I nod. A groan settles over the students, and I chuckle.

  “Come on guys, you’re doing an art class, of course, you’ll be graded on all you do.” Another collective sigh and I head toward the door. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes, no noise. Work.”

  Pulling out my phone, I hit dial on Ty’s number.

  “What?”

  “Do you promise me you won’t hurt her?” He’s quiet, and my heart rate speeds up. I have no idea how I’m going to convince her to be with me, but if she’s comfortable with my brother, he can convince her. I know he can.

  “What if she likes it? I’d love to bend her over my lap and spank her creamy little ass.” The thought of spanking her, gripping her ass and massaging the sting away makes me want her more. I have to keep control; I’m not allowed to be with her. I’ll wait. Until my contract is up.

  “You can be such a dick, don’t you dare
make her fall in love with you, Tyler.” I hiss into the phone. My brother could sell snow to an Eskimo, if he has his sights set on her, she’s a goner.

  “Now why would I go and do a thing like that, Hayden?” I know he remembers the one time I let my feelings get the better of me. The time I allowed my heart to interfere with our agreement. She was perfect in every way. Her eyes seemed to light up a room, and her smile lit up my heart. I fought it for too long, and then when I finally gave in, the inevitable happened. She told me she’s in love with Ty.

  We never consider love when we get into these situations. When we take a girl and show her the pleasure of having two men who want to devour her—and that we do—falling in love isn’t something we take into account.

  Since that incident, my heart has been locked away. Ty is the only person I love, he’s my best friend, a brother. This girl, this beautiful kitten, she’ll be my fun. I will use her, like all the women who’ve used me, and then when I am done, I will discard her like yesterday’s news. You may think I’m a dick, an asshole, but there are things about me that she can never see.

  “Hayden!” Ty shouting my name drags me from the darkness running through my mind. “Do not go down this road. You don’t have a choice. She’s not going to be yours forever. Remember that you’re here doing a job.” I nod, he’s right. No long term relationships. No ties are holding me when I need to leave.

  “I know. Just don’t break her.” My concern for her is distracting me. I need to get this girl out of my system. In my line of work, I have to be careful who I allow into my inner circle. My secrets are too big to let anyone in. Tyler is the only person who knows, and that puts him in danger just by being my brother.

  Once I hang up, I slide into my office chair and pull out the papers I need to grade. Work will keep me busy. And even as I think it, I know I’m only lying to myself. The only thing on my mind is the girl in the next room.

  6

  Sienna

  “So, are you ready for the big dinner with Tyler?” Olive teases, but then I hear her shouting at someone to fuck off because she’s on the phone. She sings in the evenings at a five-star restaurant not far from her apartment. The job that offers her the freedom to earn her own money causes a pang of jealousy to course through me. There are days when I wish my life were that simple. That my parents would let me work a part-time job if I wanted to.

  “Not really, I mean, I’m nervous. I don’t really know Tyler all that well, and I guess that’s the point of a date, but...” I ramble, allowing my words to filter into nothing.

  “Bullshit, you got to know him pretty well a few nights ago, and you did respond to his text message,” she reminds me, and I can’t stop the heat which burns my cheeks.

  “I didn’t even give him my number. That should have been warning enough. Right?” What I didn’t tell her was that I want to be his dessert. I want him to have me on that table he spoke about.

  “You’re going to fuck him. Aren’t you?”

  “Olive,” I gasp. “That’s the furthest thing from my mind right now.” I clear my throat. I hate that she knew me as well as she did. “What on earth am I thinking?” I mumble. “This is a bad idea, I should cancel.”

  “Are you crazy? The man is an Adonis and if he wants to have his way with you... let him. Or would you prefer some asshole frat guy in the backseat of his car?”

  “No, of course not. It’s just…”

  He's so sexy, so confident, and nothing like the guys my parents would approve of. I can imagine the raised eyebrows at the sight of us together. I touch my lips. I can still feel the featherlight kiss he gave me, the feel of his body against mine. The heat of his breath against my skin.

  He'd awakened something in me, something dark and dangerous, and I liked it. A little too much. When he left me that night, it took a cold shower to bring me down from my high. His scent filled my senses. But how is it possible to be this attracted to two men. I don’t tell Olive this. There is something familiar about Tyler, something in his mannerisms that make me feel like I know him.

  “He is exactly what you need, Sia. A distraction. A fuck you to those stuck up parents of yours.”

  She’s right, as always. “Okay, I am doing this.” I take a deep breath.

  “Skip the panties.”

  “Go do some work, Ol.” I ring off, smirking at the thought, but pushing it away quickly.

  I choose a gold dress, that ends at my ankles, two slits run on either side ending at my hips. The material hugs my curves like a second skin, and the deep v neckline offers a fair amount of cleavage. I pull my hair up on one side and loop it in a black hair tie. I opt for a smokey eye effect, but minimal makeup otherwise. I give myself a once over, then smile and exit my bedroom.

  The apartment phone rings, and my heart thrums in my chest. I pick it up before responding, “Hello.”

  “Ms. Gardier, I have Tyler here to see you. Shall I buzz him up?”

  “I'll be right down,” I say too quickly. Thoughts of Tyler in my apartment again has me instantly trembling with anticipation.

  I make my way to the elevator, after locking up my apartment. Each red number that counts me down to the ground floor only makes my stomach knot more. When the elevator doors open, Tyler stands there waiting—powerful and sexy—in an expensive looking suit. He stares at me as if I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever seen as well as a snack, all rolled into one, and it makes my cheeks heat.

  “You're perfection, Sienna.”

  “Thank you, Tyler. You don’t look too bad yourself.” And that is an understatement. His tailor-made onyx suit and the charcoal shirt fit him perfectly. His dark hair is stylish yet messy. There’s a sexy glint in his eye.

  He’s as confident as he is sexy, exuding sophistication and power. He offers me a devilish grin as he leans in to place a soft kiss on my cheek. His hand finds the small of my back sending shivers down my spine. Tyler leads me to the front entrance, and we see a sleek black Audi parked out front. He saunters over, pulling the door open for me.

  “You ready to play, Kitten?” He quirks a brow at me, and I can’t help but grin.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “A whole lot of things,” he murmurs in my ear sending chill bumps dotting all over my body. His green eyes settle on me—a combination of lust and mischief dancing in them. I have no doubt I’m in trouble.

  He closes my door and rounds the front of the vehicle. Once he’s beside me, he starts the engine, and it purrs quietly. Being near him has me struggling to maintain control. Is it normal that I want him to reach across the console and slide those hands up my thighs? I bite down on my lower lip, a small smile tugging my cheeks.

  “Keep doing that, and I’ll have to take this party upstairs.”

  “Excuse me?” I quip, turning toward him.

  He leans in momentarily, and I hold my breath as his lips touch mine. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, as his teeth graze the flesh causing my nipples to pebble against the material of my bra.

  He releases my lips with a pop and grins before settling back in his seat, and soon we’re on the road. He touches the stereo, and sounds of Metallica fills the air. He taps his hands to the beat, casting a glance at me every few minutes.

  As the song comes to an end, he turns down the volume and questions, “Aren’t you going to ask me where we’re going?”

  Shrugging a shoulder, I respond, “I like surprises.”

  He laughs, low and guttural, which only makes my stomach flip flop at the masculine sound. “You have no idea how much I like those too.”

  He looks at me again, and there's a hunger in his eyes. There is something about Tyler that scares me, not in a bad way though. It makes me want to lose my inhibitions, to lose myself in the moment.

  We pull up outside a club and the line to get in looks like it’s turning the corner. I shouldn’t have worn my heels, because if we’re standing in that, it’s not going to be fun. As Tyler steps out of the car, one of the
doormen rushes forward to get my door.

  Tyler makes his way toward my side and takes my hand, guiding me to the entrance avoiding the queue. Another large bouncer dressed in an immaculate suit greets him and opens the red rope barrier between two gold stanchions.

  I should have known.

  The music is blaring inside as we move through the crowd with surprising ease. I watch the bodies gyrating on the dance floor, as if in a trance. The heat, sweat, and intensity are intoxicating. We make our way up a flight of stairs and into a room, and then I freeze.

  Seated on one of the loungers is Hayden Durand. His icy gaze meets mine as he takes a sip of his drink. In suit pants and a dark blue dress shirt that shows off his toned arms and torso, he is the epitome of sex on legs. His blonde hair is messy, and his expression is one of anticipation, instead of surprise.

  “Professor Durand?”

  “In the flesh.” He offers a wink. The blue of his eyes darkens as his gaze travels over me appraisingly. “Just Hayden for tonight. And you look exquisite Sienna.”

  Warm hands settle on my back, reminding me of my date. “Perfection.” Tyler’s whispered words thrill me. I look up at his hungry eyes, and the intensity of my desire for both these men makes me stumble backward. Tyler grips my hips steadying me as he leads me to the lounger Hayden sits on.

  I settle in beside him, inhaling his woody scent. Hayden leans forward and passes me a glass of champagne. My fingers tremble as I take the flute and slowly sip the bubbly liquid.

  “You won’t believe how long we’ve wanted to get you here?” His rich, decadent voice is smooth, yet a raspy undertone is also present which makes my stomach somersault, as nervous energy vibrates through me.

  “You two know each other?” I whisper as I glance between the two men, but they don’t answer immediately.