Page 17 of Her Fiance’s Father

“Dig in.” I smile. “If there’s anything you want that’s not here—”

“Then I must be crazy?”

She laughs, forking a piece of French toast onto her plate and dousing it with syrup. Using her other hand, she grabs the piece of bacon I had my eye on and stuffs it into her mouth.

“Mmmm.” She dips her bacon in the syrup and takes another bite.

“How’d you know I like that?” I ask, dipping my piece like she just did.

“I dunno.” She shrugs. “Maybe we’re just…alike.”

My lips twist into a smile all on their own. “Maybe we are.”

We dig into our own personal feast. I go for eggs, bacon, and pancakes with a side of fruit salad, while Katie goes for basically the same thing but with French toast. We sit side by side instead of facing across the counter. It just feels right.

Everything about her feels right.

“You know, I have to say,” she says slowly, “…there’s something a little weird about this.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

I’m playing dumb. We both know exactly what she means.

“Well, I was engaged to your son,” she says with a soft laugh. “And now…you and I are…together. And it’s all because I walked in on him sleeping with your ex-girlfriend. I mean, she is your ex now, right?”

She giggles as I poke her in the side. “Of course she’s my ex now. And yes, it’s a little non-conventional. But who cares? You like me, don’t you?”

Katie nods eagerly, as if she doesn’t, the world might explode.

“And I like you. To me, that’s all that matters.”

I lean in and kiss her, tasting syrup and raspberries on her lips. Yeah, I could get used to this.

“I’m gonna go deeper into Kyle’s finances today,” I tell her. “And Clarice’s. If he was stealing from me, chances are she was too.”

Katie’s face softens. She looks at me with sympathy.

“What?”

She takes my hand in hers. “I just feel for you. Always having to wonder who’s out for your money and who really cares for you.”

I squeeze her hand back. “Don’t feel too bad. My life’s pretty good.” I tug her stool, pulling her right up close. “And it just got a whole lot better.”

I kiss her again, and my hands automatically move between her thighs. The soft, warm skin has my cock swelling beneath my briefs. She’s too sexy. Too tempting. My fingers move higher. I just can’t help myself.

My left hand balls into a fist when I feel it. She’s not wearing panties.

Of course she isn’t. I took them off her, and I kept them. They smelled too good to let go. And I’m going to keep stealing them from her so that I never have to go without her scent.

“Feel that?” I ask, placing her hand on my cock as it continues to grow. “That’s what you do to me.”

Katie presses her forehead against mine, looking down at my erection. “I…I like that.”

“I’ll bet you do,” I growl, parting her thighs with my hands. “You like how I slid inside you last night and popped your cherry?”

Her cheeks redden, but she continues to nod. “Yes.”

“You know what I want now, angel? I want you to feel my tongue. I want to taste that pussy.”