My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 199

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."

Before I could catch my breath, his hand found the back of my neck, firm but gentle, as he pressed me down against the table beside us. The cool wood met my flushed cheek, contrasting sharply with the searing heat of his touch.

A soft 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 gathered in my core and my breathing fastened.

"If I don’t have a taste of you right now, baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "I won’t make it through the night."

His words were a promise and a warning, and before I could respond, he pulled out a chair and sat behind me. His warm breath caressed the sensitive skin of my thigh, and goosebumps erupted as he leaned in, his nose brushing against me with deliberate slowness.

A soft whimper slipped past my lips when he pushed my panties aside, his fingers teasingly brushing over my pussy lips.

"You’re already dripping for me," he growled, satisfaction evident in his tone. His left hand gripped my hip firmly before giving my asscheek a sharp smack that made me flinch. My hands gripped the edge of the table for balance, my legs trembling.

Then his tongue replaced his fingers, tracing a slow, tantalizing line over my slit to clit. The heat of his mouth and the sensation of his tongue moving with deliberate precision sent a surge of pleasure through me, a soft moan slipping free.

"Jacob..." I gasped, unable to form coherent words as his hand slid between my thighs, his fingers teasing and circling before one slowly pushed inside. My walls clenched instinctively around him, and his satisfied hum vibrated against my skin.

"You’re so tight," he murmured against me, his voice dripping with need. His tongue continued its torturous movements, slow and purposeful, while his finger curled just right, drawing another cry from me.

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