My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

"Honey, you look absolutely ravishing in this dress," Eliot declared as he ran his fingers through his green hair-a habitual gesture he repeated every two minutes without fail. His lips curled into a grin as he added, "God! You're a freaking goddess!" He pressed his fingers against his lips dramatically, as if silencing his own awe.

A soft chuckle escaped me as I reached out to ruffle his hair. "Thanks, Ellie."

"You're most welcome, Evie," he replied before turning to his assistant, who had already begun packing up their tools and supplies.

I shifted my gaze to the mirror, unable to suppress a small smile at my reflection. The black, one-shoulder evening gown shimmered subtly, hugging my curves in all the right places. My hair, neatly styled into an elegant bun, paired perfectly with the understated nude makeup that complemented my skin tone. The black heels added a touch of height, accentuating my posture and elongating my frame.

Well, I looked really pretty today.

No one else could have done such an incredible job but Eliot. He didn't just make me look like a queen-he made me feel like one.

My thoughts broke when my eyes locked with Jacob's reflection in the mirror. He had been watching me from the moment I stood up, his unwavering gaze stealing the air from the room. Dressed down to his white shirt and slacks, his jacket discarded somewhere, Jacob had all his attention solely on me. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest, the edge of his tattoo, and the signature gold chain he never took off.

There was a familiar darkness in his eyes as his gaze traveled slowly down my body. It lingered at my heels, trailed up my thighs, paused at the curve of my waist, and settled briefly on my chest before returning to my face. His appraisal was unhurried and deliberate, as though committing every detail to memory, and it left a trail of heat rising beneath my skin.

"Jacob, sweetie, here's your girl, all dolled up," Eliot chimed, breaking the tension as he gestured toward me with a flourish. "She's all yours now. I'll leave you two alone."

He walked over to Jacob, pulling him into a quick side hug, then turned to me, enveloping me in his arms. "Have fun, goddess," he whispered before placing a light kiss on my cheek. With that, Eliot and his assistant slipped out of the room, leaving only Jacob and me.

The silence that followed was deafening. My breathing quickened under the weight of his gaze, which hadn't wavered since Eliot's departure.

"How...how do I look?" I asked, my voice softer than I intended. My eyes never left the mirror as Jacob took a slow step forward, his presence radiating heat that made the air feel heavier.

He stopped just behind me, towering over my frame as his eyes burned into mine. Slowly, he lowered his head, brushing his nose along the nape of my neck. His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine as he inhaled deeply, taking in my scent before trailing his nose over my shoulder.

"I can't put it into words, Evelyn," he murmured, his voice low and laced with desire. "You're fire and water. Hell and heaven. Love and lust. Desire and..." His lips brushed against my ear as he finished, "...hunger."

pressed me down against the table beside us. The cool wood met my flushed cheek, contrasting sharply with the searing heat

gasp escaped my lips, my breath hitching as Jacob's hand slid up my thigh, his cool fingers grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. The contrast of his touch against my heated flesh drew a tremble from deep within me. Wetness

have a taste of you right now, baby," he murmured, his

and sat behind me. His warm breath caressed the sensitive skin of my thigh,

when he pushed my panties aside, his fingers teasingly brushing over my pussy

my asscheek a sharp smack that

and the sensation of his tongue

hand slid between my thighs, his fingers teasing and circling before one slowly

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darkly, his lips pressing against my inner thigh. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take

that, he pressed his lips fully against me, his tongue flicking and swirling in maddening patterns. His hand returned, fingers working their magic, and this time, two slid inside me. The sudden intrusion drew a

sound of his ministrations and my soft cries, the rhythm of his fingers

his tongue pushing in and out of my pussy. His fingers fucking me and

walls started squeezing the three long digits buried inside my vagina but just moments away from my climax, he withdrew his fingers. My disappointment started to sink but then the sound of the fabric of my panty getting

a new one, never

a growl slipped past his lips which had all the hunger beneath them that was evident in his voice, "You have

bit my lips and stifled the

those beautiful noises then I might not give you what you want.." He spoke, his lips dangerously close

me no shame to moan out the