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.

pressed to his chest, his hands resting firmly on my bare waist. "But now that I see you like this...you look even better without

someone could come

me around, pressing me against the mirror. His lips crashed into mine, fierce

shiver down my spine. "You're mine, and I'll fuck you wherever, whenever the hell I please." His lips trailed a path

slipped beneath my panties, finding me. The sudden touch sent another wave of heat surging through me, and I bit down on my lip, desperate to stay silent. The risk, the thrill-it was

my ear. "I need to be inside

turned me back toward the mirror, his hand pressing on the back of my neck, keeping me there. He tugged down my panties in one swift motion, and my

belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes locked on

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

to be fucked, baby?" He 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 the growing need that tightened in my

me right now, I felt I'd

him so much that it

yes," I gasped. "Fuck

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

he hissed as he pulled

stole my breath, and I fought to contain the sounds that trembled on my tips. "You're

Rovel

on my hips, each

pace steady, speaking against my skin, his breath warm and ragged. "When I say I could stay buried in your cunt

his words. And

and fast. The sound of our bodies echoed in the small space, so loud that I was sure someone might hear us. And yet, with Jacob's touch, his

had