My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 222

Evelyn

Clara had given me a bunch of tips as she came downstairs, whilst I was still blushing from the moment Jacob had fed me fruit salad. Within the hour, both she and Dad left, and suddenly, the house felt too quiet.

The silence had been comforting when they were around. Even though Jacob worked from home most days now, we both craved the presence of familiar company—especially me. I loved when Bianca visited, or when Rosaline and Enzo surprised us with bags full of pastries and endless stories.

But now, it was just me and Jacob. And the quiet felt... hollow.

Jacob glanced up from his laptop, noticing the bored expression I wore as I absentmindedly picked at the snacks in my lap. Without hesitation, he closed his laptop and made his way over to me.

"Done already?" I asked, surprised as he plopped down beside me and effortlessly pulled me onto his lap. These days, I wouldn't be surprised when he did that—he'd been doing it that fucking often.

"Not exactly," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw before placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. "But work can wait. I can't have the love of my life sitting here bored and lonely, can I?"

"You shouldn't neglect your work because of me," I mumbled, though I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him. My fingers traced lazy patterns over the tattoo on his chest, something I had memorized long ago.

“I'm not neglecting anything, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It's just a short break. I'll finish everything before night, so don't worry."

I hummed softly, my gaze falling back to the inked designs on his skin. I didn't know why they suddenly felt so mesmerizing, considering I had every detail burned into my memory.

“You're really pretty," I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips as my fingers ghosted over the lines of his tattoo.

Jacob chuckled softly. "Oh, am I?” he teased, pretending to be surprised. “And what made you realize that all of a sudden?"

crush on you when I was a kid? I always thought you

huh?" His voice dipped, sending shivers down my spine. “And

challenging him with a playful smirk. “Oh well... can you

know what? I'm so fucking glad I finally let go-let go of that twisted control, that bullshit sense of right and wrong." His hand wrapped around my throat, firm but gentle, as his lips brushed against mine. "But there's one thing I hated— every agonizing second I had to hold myself back while you stood there, tempting me, begging to be claimed. Every time I saw you, I fucking shattered inside, dying over and over just to keep my hands off you. All

pounding against my ribs. "Speaking of which," I whispered, locking eyes with him, "when was the

curling on his lips. "Last night, baby," he chuckled darkly. "I remember every filthy detail of

don't remember a thing," I teased, though the memory blazed through me, igniting

in his eyes like an unquenchable fire. Without another word, he lifted me effortlessly

bedroom, ready

***

you'd be too sore to

Jacob teased, his fingers lacing through mine as we strolled along the quiet pavement. The evening sky, painted in hues of amber and violet, cast a soft glow over us, while the gentle breeze kissed my skin-It was comforting. Mostly because I had the love of my life beside me. "But here

maybe," I teased, arching a brow, "you've

expected him to be offended, maybe even challenge me back. Instead, he swiftly pressed me against the cool brick wall, his body

I went easy on yo@because of our baby?" His voice was low, gravelly, every word a deliberate stroke against my already burning skin. "You and both know that if I wanted to you wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. You've experienced

Oh, I had. Vividly.

mind right now. No, the real problem? Jacob didn't even have to try anymore. Pregnancy had turned my body into a live wire. All he had to do was exist, and I was aching for him. Dripping wet. Ready

as he caught me staring, my

my hand inside your pants right now," he whispered, voice dropping to a rasp, "will I find you

I dared, my voice

gaze intensifying. "Fuck, Evelyn," he growled, pressing me harder into the shadows of the corner, shielding us from prying eyes. "Don't tempt me. Because if I

bit my bottom lip. God, I need him right now. I wanted Jacob to ruin me the way he used to—raw, unrestrained, and merciless. But lately, he'd

my spiraling thoughts-the kind that were dark, dirty and oh so detailed Memories trashed through my mind, unbidden and sinful. Every touch, every moment we had stolen since that destination weddingpall of it crashing over