My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 197

(This was supposed to be chapter 193, but due to a numbering error it became 197.)

Evelyn

“We’re already late,” I sighed, resting my chin against his chest. “We really need to get up and head to Bianca’s, or she’s going to kill us.”

“We can be a little late,” he murmured, effortlessly flipping us so I was on my back, with him hovering above me. Slowly, he buried his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell so good.”

“Dummy,” I chuckled, threading my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. “It’s already past breakfast time. If we don’t get there soon, she’ll be plotting our deaths.”

He hummed, pressing a kiss to the spot between my neck and shoulder before trailing his nose along my jawline. “Trust me, baby. Since she invited us for breakfast, she probably has a secret dinner planned too. Besides, she knows us.”

“She knows us?” I raised an eyebrow, gently grabbing his jaw and making him look at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What I mean,” he began, his left hand slipping under the duvet and tracing my inner thigh, “is that she knows we’re both really horny.”

A sharp breath escaped me, and I fought to suppress the heat pooling in my belly.

“Don’t you dare try to pin even one percent of the blame on me,” I said, trying to look serious despite the laughter threatening to bubble out. “This is all on you. I told you—multiple times—that we needed to leave, but no, you insisted. And not only did you not make it quick, but you went for three freaking rounds! This is a hundred percent your fault.”

“Oh, so you didn’t do anything, huh?” he teased, sitting up slightly and leaning closer until his face was mere inches from mine. “I wasn’t the one moaning, was I?”

“It was—”

“And I wasn’t the one begging to be fucked, or pleading to come, was I?” he continued, a smug grin tugging at his lips as red flooded my cheeks.

I opened my mouth, but he didn’t let me speak.

“And who was it pulling me in for kisses over and over? Who left nail marks on my back—marks that are still there, by the way? And who left these on my neck?” He tilted his head, exposing the faint but unmistakable bite marks on his skin.

I bit my lip, utterly silenced. My cheeks burned, my mind scrambling for a comeback that refused to come. His teasing smirk widened as he watched me flounder.

“You say you didn’t do anything, Evelyn,” he whispered, his voice low and sinful. “But I seem to remember quite a bit. Like those nights when you’d sneak into your room with a bottle of wine, thinking I couldn’t hear you moaning my name. You’d fall asleep, a mess from coming hard imagining me, all while I was right next door.”

God. He was turning the screws on me, dragging out every embarrassing detail I’d hoped to bury.

“I think…” I cleared my throat, desperate to change the subject. “We should get ready. Bianca’s waiting.”

“She can wait a little longer,” he murmured, leaning down to trace a path along my jaw with his lips. He paused, his hand slipping lower until it landed on the sensitive flesh between my thighs.

A gasp escaped me before I could stop it.

“Meanwhile…” He paused again, his voice dipping lower, “we can go for another round.”

“But she’ll be mad,” I whispered, though even I could hear the desire lacing my voice.

“I know,” he said, nipping at my bottom lip before rolling it between his teeth. “But if I don’t fuck you right now…something else will be really very mad,” He trailed off, smirking as he spread my thighs and positioned himself at my entrance. His tip pressed against me, warm and hard, and I was already soaking wet.

A soft moan slipped past my lips at the sensation.

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