My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 87

Evelyn

Late at night, there came a knock on my door while I was in the shower, perched on the edge of my Jacuzzi, watching the tub fill. It had been, by far, the best day yet. Dad and Clara had just tied the knot, and tomorrow they'd set off for their honeymoon. As for me? I wasn't entirely sure. I had considered staying with Nancy for a month since Jacob had to head to Italy for some business involving a mess Chloe created. So, we had to stay away for a month.

It didn't bother me. At least, I knew he was mine, and by the end of the day, he'd return home to me.

"Who is it?" I called out from inside the bathroom.

It better not be Mason! That jerk had been pestering me for hours about the recent sex details of me and Jacob, and I had no idea why all my friends were so intrigued by my sex life. Maybe it was because it was still relatively new? Who could say? Not me.

When I received no response, I stood up with the robe loosely draped around me and made my way to the bathroom door. "You better not be bothering me now, Mason! I won't spill the beans about how Jacob fucks me!"

But when I opened the door, I realized that this wasn't Mason; it was my devil—Jacob.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as I saw him standing at the threshold, his sparkling green eyes filled with amusement. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest as he entered. "So... what won't you tell?" he raised an eyebrow, his gaze traveling up and down my figure. That's when I noticed that, aside from my nipples, my breasts were partially on display, and he found the sight quite enticing.

As I had often said, I knew how to read him, not just his eyes but even his breath and heartbeats. I was certain that he knew how to read me even better. As he looked at me now, I could tell he was already aware of the wetness growing between my thighs just from the sight of him.

"Well," I bit my lower lip, "I was just—" My words trailed off as he moved closer, and I instinctively took a step back.

Fuck, he felt like a predator.

With his loosely hanging red tie and unbuttoned white shirt, the coat nowhere in sight, I could tell that the rest of his clothing was about to disappear along with my robe, which covered the least.

"Tell me, Evelyn," he moved even closer, and I continued to step back until I found myself backed against the now Jacuzzi, almost filled to the brim. "What won't you tell?" As he leaned in, my body responded involuntarily, and I sat back on the edge of the tub, the water splashing on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Jacob chuckled as he turned off the tap, preventing the water from overflowing. He might have succeeded in stopping the water, but how was he going to halt my wetness down there?

Well, I doubted he had any intentions of stopping that.

Just when I thought my heart couldn't beat any louder, the god before me, in all his glory, knelt, loosening his tie even further and tossing it aside.

Holy!

He looked at me, a smirk curving at the corner of his lips. "So... your friend's curious if I fuck you good or not, huh?" His hands stealthily found their way to the tie of my robe, and with a smooth, silk-like motion, the robe slipped from my body, partially falling into the tub's water, "And you can't tell him because you're shy, or maybe because you don't quite remember?" He slipped his hand around my neck, his fingers teasing my skin before brushing the back of my ear and trailing down to my breast, where his index finger took the lead and circled my nipple.

"I didn't say I don't...." My sentence was interrupted by a soft moan as he pinched my nipple. His eyes locked on mine, making it clear that he was the one in control of my body and soul. Right now, he demanded an answer, "Oh my!"

"What were you about to say, Evie?" This time, his other hand gripped my thigh roughly before deciding to intensify the torment, his thumb tracing my entrance.

"I..." Once again, I was unable to respond.