My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 95 Passion's Edge

Evelyn

"Was I too hard on you?" He murmured, tracing his fingertips lightly along my spine while we lay tangled in the bedsheets, the early morning sunlight peeking through the thick clouds, indicating that Jacob and I had wasted the entire night together.

Well, not wasted. Despite the lingering sensation that made walking seem challenging for the next few days, the experience was incredible. He indeed made me feel like a virgin all over again.

"No," I replied, nuzzling into his neck as our naked bodies entwined under the duvet. "You were..." I paused, a smile gracing my lips as I found the perfect word. "Just you."

"Your words make me want to fuck you again, Evie," he sighed, drawing me closer until I was resting on top of him, causing a gasp to escape my lips.

"Goodness, Jacob! Can't you stop treating me like I weigh nothing? I am not an object!" I attempted to shift away, but his arms around my waist halted my movement. "You're not an object, but I'll agree on one thing," a mischievous grin formed on his face. "You're as weightless as a pigeon's feather."

"Hey! It's not me; it's you!" I jabbed at his chest with my index finger. "You're just too solid, that's why you feel nothing."

"I refuse to fathom the logic in that, Evelyn," he chuckled, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"You don't need logic, silly! Just believe what I'm saying."

He responded with a soft hum, but his gaze seemed elsewhere.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Make sure to cover this up when you're around Samuel and Clara. He'll unleash a barrage of curses if he sees these marks," Jacob said, gently tracing his fingers over the marks he left on my neck before planting soft kisses on them, clearly paying no heed to my words.

"Seriously?" A frown etched itself on my face. "I was in the middle of talking, you fucking jerk!" I firmly slapped his chest and he ended up releasing a quiet groan.

Yes, I meant it to sting. He deserved that for ignoring me.

"That hurt, baby," he said, looking at me, then taking my hand and placing it where I'd just hit him. "Kiss it better."

"Kiss it better? My ass!" I tried to pull away, but he being the sly devil, cupped my ass, preventing my escape as he forced me to stay still.

"What...what are you doing?!" I sputtered in surprise, shooting him a bewildered look.

"If you don't heal my wound, I might have to... entertain myself otherwise, Evelyn," his tone sent shivers down my body, despite it being less than an hour since we'd last had sex, "And I'd very much like to fuck this ass."

"Wound?" I looked at him incredulously. He couldn't be serious. "Where's the wound? I don't see it." I found myself torn between getting upset with him or chuckling at his antics. A smile was already threatening to surface on my face.

"It's under my skin, baby," he claimed with an air of seriousness that was utterly fabricated, "Now, come on, heal my wound."

"And how exactly do I attend to this 'invisible' wound?" I asked, unable to stifle a giggle. "Should I blow on it?"

you," he replied

smile as I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on

but it's not

leaning in again to kiss his chest once more. "How about now?" "Well, it

didn't waste time and kissed him. Our lips melded together seamlessly, as they always did. I kissed him, and Jacob responded with a

it. That was precisely what

the moment. Eventually, we parted, blaming the lack

now?" I asked, a smile impossible

grinned, leaning in to peck my lips.

him tightly, burying my face into his neck, breathing in his scent. He was all mine, and god, I didn't know if I had anything else

he sighed, his fingers tracing a soothing path along my back,

wait for you outside your office, or whatever it's called in Italy?" I suggested,

month away, and there's a lot to catch up on. I don't want you getting bored," he explained, planting a kiss on my temple. "But I'll take you to my office

raised myself to

promise," he affirmed, and I nestled back into his arms, holding onto him tightly. His body against me felt too perfect

okay? I want you

will, baby," he said, leisurely lighting a cigarette and bringing

his lap, a sudden recollection crossing my

"I just remembered something."

a plume of smoke, leaning in to place a kiss on my chest

that you'd tell me about that Ricci guy," I asserted.

long night," Jacob chuckled softly, shaking his head as he took another drag. "What

is he? Your dad didn't seem to

name, probably the only normal thing about him," Jacob explained, reclining against the headboard, his gaze fixed on me: "He's the pampered heir, born with a

accustomed to getting everythel.net

on

feuds for a long time. To be

his end.

for who I am,"

him for who he is-a cunning

for your business in

already sounded like a

many times to count," Jacob replied "He enjoys meddling in my affairs, spreading false rumors, or turning workers against us. There was

competitor, you could say, and having

suffered business losse

of

me, it doesn't sit well

him this time, is it?"