My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 189 Freaky

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.

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

someone could come

me around, pressing me against the mirror. His lips crashed

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,

sudden touch sent another wave of heat surging through me, and I bit down on my lip, desperate

breath hot against my ear. "I need to be

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

unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes locked on mine. "On

was, I couldn't remember when I last took one. But here, in the heat of the moment, when I needed him

he inhaled my scent, his body heat making me ache for him. In this

right now, I felt I'd

him so much that

I

me from behind, filling me completely.

as he

mirror. Each thrust stole my breath, and I fought to contain the sounds that

Rovel

grip tightened on my hips, each thrust more forceful, sending shivers through me that made it hard

steady, speaking against my skin, his breath warm and ragged. "When I say I could stay buried in your cunt forever, I mean it, baby." His words, hot and possessive, sent waves of

immune to him-or to his words. And I doubted I ever

that I was sure someone might hear us. And yet, with Jacob's touch, his possessive rhythm, I didn't care. I wanted him as desperately

thrust had me