Page 42 of My Karmic Destiny

Evan lets out a wry chuckle. “I should have realized as much.”

“It was hot… what I saw of it.” I lick my lips and his cheeks flush. “I couldn’t look away.”

“The gym?” he groans. “I thought I saw someone watching that day.”

“I didn’t mean to invade.” I play with the moisture gathered on my glass and feel a bit like a perv. “I meant to rush away immediately, but it was… hypnotizing.”

“Next time, I hope you join us. I know we would both enjoy having you sandwiched between us.” Evan’s hand slides off the table and down to my thigh. He pushes the silky fabric of my skirt up so my panties are showing.

Thankfully, this fancy place has tablecloths, and I use it to cover up what he’s doing.

“How would you like all three of us worshiping your curves at the same time?” His long fingers trail over the edge of my underwear.

I don’t spread my legs like I did in the car. I don’t think I could keep quiet if he slid inside me here.

I’m already worked up, and he knows it. The memory of how Evan had Kurtis on his knees. They were so powerfully beautiful. The way he fisted Kurtis’s blond hair as he fucked his mouth makes my clit throb.

Suddenly, I’m hungry for something more than dinner.

“Open for me,” Evan commands in a whisper.

His dominance is compelling. Fuck it. I give in, spreading my legs so he can gain access.

I still protest, “But the server?—”

“I’ll keep an eye out. And no one else can see us in this dark corner.” His finger slips underneath my lacy fabric, quickly finding my sensitive flesh. Circling my aching clit, he says, “I believe my little reaper enjoys a bit of exhibitionism. Any of these people could look over as I bring you to bliss with my hand alone. They’d know what a naughty woman you are, allowing a man to finger fuck you at a five-star restaurant. Damn, you’re so responsive to my touch.”

“Evan,” I breathe. My face and chest flush with need.

“Yes, love?” he smirks. “Did you want me to stop?”

I shake my head.

“Use your words.”

“I don’t think I can be quiet,” I grit out, trying to hold back my climax.

“You can do it.” Evan pumps his fingers into my entrance, and I suck in a breath. “But if you can’t, and we get kicked out of here, then I can offer you my cock to come all over.”

“Fuck,” I hiss low as he grinds the heel of his palm into my clit as he invades my pussy with his long fingers, finding my g-spot.

I’m clutching the tablecloth and breathing hard. It takes everything in me to keep quiet as I tremble with an orgasm that hits me hard and fast.

“So fucking beautiful,” Evan praises.

As I’m sagging back in my chair, the server waltzes up with a suppressed smile. “How are we doing over here?” He knows exactly what just happened.

For a brief second, feeling out of place in a restaurant like this, I think he’s going to politely ask us to get the fuck out. But when I read him, I know he just watched and enjoyed our little display… a lot.

“We’re excellent, thank you,” Evan answers for us as I try to calm my pulse.

“Your dishes should be out any moment,” Matthew alerts us and saunters off.

Evan licks his fingers clean of my juices and hums. “The reaper appetizer is todiefor.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, I let out a groan at his pun, then a giggle. I’m not a giggler. But fuck if Evan’s insane antics don’t bring it out in me.

The rest of the dinner is low key comparatively. I go into more detail about my harrowing days on the streets as a teen, working as a psychic with my gifts, and what Carmen, aka Karma, taught me. He vaguely knows about all this, so I’m just filling in the gaps.

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