they could work through it. But she knew it wasn’t okay with Evan. Not now anyway. But it would be. She was patient.
“One minute I’m getting off watching you getting fucked by some stranger; a fuck you were thoroughly enjoying in case you didn’t think I noticed. And from my perspective enjoying more than any time we’ve fucked, and it pissed me off that you came for him in less than ten minutes when you hadn’t come for me in six months.”
Uh, what was she supposed to say? ‘I’m sorry you dared me to invite that stud into our bed and that I liked it?’
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.
“Yes we did,” she softly said, trying to lighten the mood.
Lifting up on an elbow she gazed intently at him. When his dick twitched, her lips slowly parted. “I think someone wants to go again,” she teased.
He turned and fully faced her. “You’re beautiful, Katy. I’ve never seen you more stunning then you are at this moment.” He traced a finger across her tender lips. “Your lips are still swollen from my kisses.” He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, his fingertips trailing across her skin. His dick swelled.
She smiled softly. “You’ve never said those things to me before.” She moved into him.
“Evan, I don’t want to hide our relationship anymore.”
Swallowing hard, he moved away avoiding her gaze. “You know the rules, Katy, no fraternizing.”
“I can move to another lab, Evan, and besides, it’s not like I’m going to get fired. I want you to meet my family. It’s time.”
Shaking his head, still avoiding her gaze, he said, “I’m not sure if we’re there yet.”
Scooting closer to him she touched his shoulder. “If we aren’t just fuck buddies, why not?”
He jammed his fingers through his hair and loudly exhaled. Stiffening, Katy sat up and looked pointedly at him. “Or are we?”
Rising up on his elbows, Evan looked up to the ceiling as if he would find his answer there. Alarm bells sounded in Katy’s ears. Intuitively she knew his issue wasn’t with what just happened in this room, it was something else entirely. “Katy,” he sighed and looked at her. “I can’t give you any more than I have been.”
She grabbed the sheet, pulling it around her. “Why not?”
“I just can’t,” he said, sitting up presenting his back to her and dropping his feet to the floor.
Shaking her head, she slid from the bed on the other side and moved around the room picking up her clothing, awkwardly getting dressed.
She was shaking. Afraid she was on the verge of losing him for something
he
wanted and she did to please him. “Man up and tell me the truth, Evan. I can take it.”
He looked past her to the mirror, scowling at the man staring back. “I’m married,” he said.
The words didn’t register. Married? Like to his job?
“I’m
married
, Katy,” he repeated. “I have been for twelve years.”
Ding.
Message received. Married as in two people legally bound as spouse and spouse.
“What?”
she demanded, whirling around.
“You’re what?”
Dragging his eyes from the mirror, Evan dropped his head into his palms and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I’m married,” he said, refusing to meet her eyes.
Jaw agape, she stood rooted to the floor too stunned to move, to even think of how she was going to kill him.
He looked up at her with pleading eyes. “I didn’t mean for things to go this far, Katy. But I—I became obsessed with your research. Do you have any idea how brilliant you are?” He stood and jammed his fingers through his hair. “And Jesus, when I saw you in the gym almost a year ago, and what you keep hidden beneath your lab coat. Call me a fucking dog, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted you so badly I couldn’t concentrate on anything except finding a way to have you.”
Dropping her clothes, Katy grabbed her five inch stiletto and whacked him on the back of the head. The loud crack of the leather smacking his skull