Fate Interrupted by Kaitlyn Cross

humor, the cooking skills. It
was baffling to say the least. “How close were you to marrying this moron?”
    “Three weeks.”
    His eyes bulged
from their sockets, realizing how close he had come to never even meeting her.
“Who does that?”
    “Right?”
    “Well, thank God
for small miracles.”
    Evy laughed
lightly. “Didn’t seem like a miracle at the time.”
    An awkward
silence fell over them as Dean studied her through narrow eyes. “I should send Richie a thank you card.”
    She laughed and
softened her eyes. “You’re sweet.”
    He finished his
orange juice in one chug and set the glass back down, his piercing gaze bobbing
from her green eyes to the full breasts resting on the table. It took
everything Evy had to keep from pretending to drop a fork just to sneak a peek
under the table. She sent her foot in instead, running her toes up the inside
of his leg to find him already getting hard. A playful smile danced across her
cheeks.
    He smiled back with
that sparkle in his eyes she had been searching for. Mission accomplished. Her
foot pressed against the erection trying to escape out the side of his boxer-briefs.
He reached beneath the table and massaged her leg as her foot worked him over.
He bent lower and ran his hand up her thigh, sending tingles shooting through
her body.
    “Don’t bite off
more than you can chew.”
    “Don’t worry, I
saved room,” he said, finding her soaking wet.
    She closed her
eyes and clutched one of her breasts, a light whimper slipping from her lungs.
    His fingers slipped
beneath her panties and traced her swollen lips before slipping inside. Her
foot rubbed harder and he thought he might explode.
    A rap at the
door made him bump the table and knock over his empty juice glass. He righted
it as a frown took Evy’s face.
    “Who the heck is
stopping by so early?” she mumbled, looking to the door.
    “Ignore it,”
Dean replied, getting up and coming around the table, a circus tent in his
shorts. He spun her to the side of the chair and dropped between her legs,
sliding her panties to her ankles in the blink of an eye.
    She ran her
fingers through his hair as he bent her knees back and took her into his mouth,
flicking his tongue against her clitoris. “Oh my God,” she moaned, spreading
wider for him.
    Another knock at
the door, this one much louder, rattled the wall.
    “Evy, it’s an
emergency!” Brooke yelled through the door.
    Evy sighed, her
shoulders dropping.
    Dean looked up
with a frown.
    She pressed her
lips together and lowered her legs. “I should probably see what she wants.”
    He pushed
himself up with a deflated sigh.
    “You better
hide,” she said, squeezing his bulge and pulling her panties back up.
    He watched her
butt wiggle as she scurried to the door.
    “I know you’re in
there, I saw the peephole get darker,” Brooke said, looking into the peephole
with one large eyeball. “Come on, Evy! I’m on my way into work and I need your
keys. Ben took mine by accident and I can’t get a hold of him.”
    Evy glanced back
at Dean who was already shutting the bathroom door behind him. She took a moment
to collect herself and opened the door a crack. Brooke barged in without
waiting for an invitation, her brow creasing. “Geez what took you so long? And
why is your face so red?”
    Evy shut the
door before anyone could walk by and see her in her underwear.
    Brooke stopped
and turned. “Were you masturbating?”
    “I just woke up,”
Evy replied, smoothing her hair and then grabbing her spare keys from an old
desk drawer.
    “Why are their
two cups of coffee on the table?”
    Evy dangled the
keys in front of her. “Because I’m thirsty.”
    Brooke inhaled
sharply and covered her gaping mouth with a hand. “Oh my God, you had sex with Dean,
didn’t you?”
    “No!”
    “Yes, you did!”
she exclaimed, investigating the apartment for signs of fornication. “Evelyn
Burnett! It’s written all over your face!”
    Evy stifled a laugh.
    “You