My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

"Welcome back." Jacob scooped me up the moment I stepped inside the apartment, spinning us around before I even had a chance to take a step on my own. I laughed, holding on tighter as he twirled us, our laughter filling the familiar space.

"Silly," I whispered as he settled us on the couch, cradling me in his lap like a baby. Jacob always treated me like one, and honestly, I didn't mind being spoiled. After the long flight, I should've felt tired, but the moment we breathed in the air of Italy, any exhaustion disappeared. And being back in this apartment, where we'd built so many memories-the good, the hard, the unforgettable-felt as sweet as it was bittersweet.

"You have no idea how empty this place felt after you left," Jacob murmured, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail. "It was like I was dying a little every day. The silence, missing your warmth, your scent, the soft sound of your footsteps... it all just killed me, baby. I love you." His forehead pressed to mine, and his voice softened. "I absolutely, fucking love you."

"And I'm back now, aren't I?" I whispered, feeling the rush of emotion swell in my chest. "And I'm not going anywhere anymore." I brushed his cheek with my fingertips, smiling softly.

"Even if you tried, I wouldn't let you." He grinned, brushing his nose against mine. "You're mine. That's all you need to know. Forget the rest of the world." "Already forgotten, sir."

"That's my girl." And he captured my lips, the kiss soft and consuming, our breaths mingling as his warmth enveloped me. I could've lost myself forever in his kiss, the way he made me feel whole, peaceful, like I was home. Jacob was my heaven, my peace-and, maybe, a little of my pain, too. He was everything. Everything I'd dreamed of, everything I'd ever wanted.

He gently laid me down on the couch, not breaking our kiss for a second, and I silently thanked him for it. Any distance would've made me ache right then. His hands slipped beneath my shirt, tracing over my skin, and his teeth tugged at my bottom lip before he moved to my neck, leaving slow, heated kisses that sent shivers through me.

His hands moved to undo my shirt buttons, but suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the spell. I stiffened, thinking he'd pause, but Jacob didn't flinch, intent on peeling away each button.

"Jacob, your phone's ringing," I murmured, trying not to laugh.

"The phone can wait," he whispered, brushing his lips over mine again. "But this? This can't."

"It could be an important call, silly," I said with a smile, nudging him. "Besides, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here-all the time. So just pick up the call." Jacob groaned, resisting. "No, I won't pick-"

"Jacob! Just pick it up," I cut him off, sending him a playful glare. With a sigh of surrender, he finally reached for his phone.

"You really care more about this call than sex?" he muttered, shaking his head as he pulled the phone from his pocket.

Bianca's name flashed on the screen, and he rolled his eyes. "See? It's Bee. Nothing urgent-now, back to "

I lightly smacked the back of his head. "Your sister's calling, and you think it's not important? You big meanie! Just answer it." "You're unbelievable, Evie!" he groaned, putting the call on speaker.

"Hello, Bee," he greeted, sounding thoroughly annoyed. "Thanks for calling at the absolute best possible time."

I slapped his arm. "Asshole."

"Sorry, Bianca," I said, laughing. "He's just being a bit of a jerk."

Bianca's laugh echoed from the other side. "Did I call at a bad time?" she teased.

Before I could deflect, Jacob jumped in. "Yes, a very bad time"

Bianca cut him off with a chuckle. "Don't tell me you two were about to have sex the minute you landed in Italy?"

My cheeks flamed red, and I shot Jacob a glare. Of course, she would've guessed, thanks to his not-so-subtle reaction.

"No, it's not like that," I stammered, embarrassed.

"Oh, really, Evelyn?" Bianca teased.

"Yes, we were about to have sex," Jacob said with zero shame. "So, why'd you call?"

I facepalmed. Sometimes, I couldn't with this man. He was off-limits. Way off-limits.

"Fine, finish up quickly and get over to my place," she said, laughing. "I made lunch for us, so don't be too late. See you soon!" And with that, she hung up.

"She's annoying," Jacob huffed, tossing his phone aside.

"No, you're annoying," I said, poking his chest. "She's a sweetheart, setting time aside to make lunch for us, and all you're doing is being a big baby because you want to have sex right now." I stood up, heading toward the bedroom. "Wait, so no sex?" He followed me, clearly disappointed.

"No," I laughed, pulling out my suitcase. "We need to be at Bianca's ASAP."

"But she said to finish it first!" He tried, sounding exasperated.

I gave him an incredulous look, stifling a laugh. "Seriously, Jacob? Is that all you can think of? You're acting like a complete baby."

His expression shifted, and his voice dropped, sending a shiver through me. "I'm definitely not a baby, Evelyn."

"Uh...well, I..." My words faltered as he stepped closer, a mischievous look in his eyes. The outfit I'd picked slipped from my hand.

"Yeah?"

"You are a—" I stammered, my breath catching as he closed the space between us.

"I am a...?" he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine with a teasing smile.

"B-Baby."

His eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I'm going to make you regret saying that, Evelyn." Before I could react, the back of my legs met the edge of the bed, and I tumbled onto the mattress. He wasted no time, following me down, his weight pressing me into the softness beneath.

"Jacob, we... we need to be at-"

"We'll get there on time. Right now, I need a taste of what's mine," he growled against my ear, his voice low and thick. His fingers traced a slow path along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "And the longer you make me wait, the longer it take. Admit it... you want me to fuck you just as much as want to fuck you right now."

God, he knew me too well.

I bit down on my lip, feeling the tension coil tighter with each passing second. His gaze was searing, a hypnotic blend of

amusement and raw hunger the net

made me tremble beneath him. This man, with all his shifting

moods-playful, tender, infuriatingly dominant-was utterly addictive.

Words escaped me, and he knew it.

"So?" His hand slid over my thigh, squeezing gently, sending heat racing through me. "Am I allowed to fuck this beautiful body right now?"

My heart pounded. His words were deliciously filthy, and I was powerless to deny how much they thrilled me.

When I opened my mouth, a whisper, barely more than a breath, slipped past my lips. "Yes... please."