Page 77 of Addicted

“You’ll see,” I said.

We stopped in front of a door near the end of thehall. It was one of the spare rooms I’d had converted over the past few days.

I opened the door and stepped aside, letting Indie walk in first. Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes immediately filled with tears. I watched her face as she took it all in.

The design room.

Fully equipped with everything she could possibly need. Two industrial sewing machines sat on a long table against one wall. A large drawing table with a lamp and a set of professional sketching pencils was positioned near the window. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with fabrics in every color and texture imaginable—silk, cotton, leather, lace, denim. Mannequins stood in the corner, ready to be dressed.

There were bins full of buttons, zippers, thread, and other supplies. Sketchbooks, pattern paper, measuring tape, scissors. Everything.

“Oh my God, Stone,” Indie whispered, her voice breaking. “How did you do this? I didn’t even see anyone deliver this stuff.”

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“I paid them enough to be discreet so they wouldn’t fuck up the surprise,” I said. “What you think? Got everything you need?”

Indie started walking around the room, running her hands over the fabrics, touching the sewing machines, inspecting the drawing table.

She stopped and turned to face me, tears streaming down her face.

“This is fuckin’ insane,” she said. “You’re crazy, like legitimately crazy. This is more than I ever couldhave imagined.”

She started crying harder, like she was overwhelmed. I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms. She sobbed into my chest, her body shaking. I held her, rubbing her back, letting her get it out. After a moment, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes.

“Thank you so much, baby,” she said. “This is the most special thing anyone has ever done for me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

I wiped her tears away with my thumbs, then kissed her lips gently a few times.

“You ain’t gotta repay shit,” I said. “I told you, you mine, and this is how I take care of what’s mine.”

Indie nodded, then kissed me again. This time, the kiss was deeper. More intense. Her hands went to my chest, then slid down to my stomach. Then lower.

She pulled back and looked into my eyes. Then she got down on her knees in front of me. I was already hard as fuck. She undid my jeans and freed it, wrapping her hand around the base, and then she put it in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hand going to her hair.

She went straight to work, sucking me like she was trying to pull my soul out. Her mouth was wet and warm, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took me deeper.

I bit my bottom lip, watching her. She looked up at me, maintaining eye contact, and that shit almost made me nut right then.

“Damn, baby,” I said, my voice rough. “Just like that.”

She hummed around my dick, the vibration making me groan. My hand tightened in her hair, guidingher movements.

She was getting better at this. She was learning what I liked, and I fuckin’ loved it. But after a few more minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be inside her. I needed to feel that pussy wrapped around my dick.

I yanked her up off the ground, and she gasped.

“Nah, I need that pussy right now,” I growled.

Indie didn’t hesitate. She stripped out of her leggings and tank top quickly, standing naked in front of me. Fuck, she was beautiful.

I picked her up and sat her on my dick, her legs wrapping around my waist. She gasped as I filled her, her arms going around my neck. I gripped her ass roughly, bouncing her up and down.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “This pussy so good, baby.”

Indie stared into my eyes, her mouth open, moaning loudly.