My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 189

Evelyn

"Black suits you better," Jacob said, his voice a low murmur, "That peach one was far too plain."

"Fine," I relented, handing the black dress to the sales assistant, who’d practically become our shopping partner at this point. Jacob and I had been here for the past hour, and just when I thought we were done, he'd find something else—matching shoes, bags, accessories, even items I knew would just sit in my closet collecting dust.

"I want to see the blue one," he directed at the assistant, who promptly retrieved it.

"More?" I protested, glancing at the growing pile of bags. "Jacob, I’m running out of closet space. Where am I supposed to keep all this?"

His lips curved into that irresistible, teasing smile. "Better figure it out, baby, because I’m not done yet. Now, go try this one too."

"Jacob—"

"Go, Evelyn."

"Fine. But if I never wear half of these, it’s on you."

He laughed softly, and I felt myself fighting a smile, masking it with a glare as I stepped into the dressing room. The dress was cute—simple, but it had a certain charm, with its midi length, thin straps, gathered detail at the front, and an open back with a twist. If anything, it was a perfect example of Jacob’s particular taste: either hopelessly cute or devastatingly sexy, never in between. And I had to admit, he hadn’t picked anything I disliked.

As I started to change, I realized I hadn’t locked the door. I reached for the knob, but before I could turn it, the door cracked open, and Jacob slipped inside, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, exasperated.

"You looked too good in that black dress," he murmured, pulling me gently until my back was pressed to his chest, his hands resting firmly on my bare waist. "But now that I see you like this...you look even better without it."

"Jacob, someone could come in—"

But my protest was cut short as he turned me around, pressing me against the mirror. His lips crashed into mine, fierce and possessive, leaving me breathless.

"I don’t care if someone sees," he growled, voice dark and rough, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "You’re mine, and I’ll fuck you wherever, whenever the hell I please." His lips trailed a path down my neck, igniting a moan I barely managed to stifle.

His hand slid down, brushing over my thigh, until his fingers slipped beneath my panties, finding me. The sudden touch sent another wave of heat surging through me, and I bit down on my lip, desperate to stay silent. The risk, the thrill—it was fucking scandalous, but I didn’t want him to stop.

"Already so wet," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I need to be inside you right now."

Before I could respond, he turned me back toward the mirror, his hand pressing on the back of my neck, keeping me there. He tugged down my panties in one swift motion, and my breath quickened. Every nerve in my body ached for him, every rational thought lost in his touch, his scent, the thrill of doing this right here, right now.

Jacob’s fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes locked on mine. "On the pill, baby?"