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.

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

someone could come

against the mirror. His

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

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

my ear. "I

one swift motion, and my breath quickened. Every nerve in my body ached for him, every rational thought lost in his

pants, his eyes locked

took one. But here, in the heat of the moment, when I needed him more than anything, I heard myself

chuckled softly, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he inhaled my scent, his body heat making me ache for him. In this small space, every touch felt amplified, every inch of skin hyper-aware of him, of

he didn't have me right now, I

wanted him so much that

I

behind, filling me completely. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, stifling the loud moan that

hissed as

and I fought to contain the sounds that trembled on my tips. "You're a goddamn heaven,

Rovel

hips, each thrust more forceful, sending shivers through me that made it hard to

stay buried in your cunt forever, I mean it, baby." His words, hot and possessive, sent waves of goosebumps across my skin.

wasn't immune to him-or to his words. And I

against the mirror, hard and fast. The sound of our bodies echoed in the small space, so loud that I was sure someone might

had me