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.

pulling me gently until my back was pressed to his chest,

someone could come

against the mirror. His lips crashed into mine,

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

heat surging through me, and I bit down on my lip, desperate to stay

whispered, his breath hot against my

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

pants, his eyes locked on

the heat of the moment, when I needed him more than anything, I heard myself

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

have me right now, I felt I'd

so much

I

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

hissed as

breath, and I fought to

Rovel

hips, each

pace 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 goosebumps across my skin.

words. And I

sure someone might hear us. And yet, with Jacob's touch, his possessive rhythm, I didn't

had