My Dad's Bestfriend
Chapter 95 Passion's Edge

Evelyn

"Was I too hard on you?" He murmured, tracing his fingertips lightly along my spine while we lay tangled in the bedsheets, the early morning sunlight peeking through the thick clouds, indicating that Jacob and I had wasted the entire night together.

Well, not wasted. Despite the lingering sensation that made walking seem challenging for the next few days, the experience was incredible. He indeed made me feel like a virgin all over again.

"No," I replied, nuzzling into his neck as our naked bodies entwined under the duvet. "You were..." I paused, a smile gracing my lips as I found the perfect word. "Just you."

"Your words make me want to fuck you again, Evie," he sighed, drawing me closer until I was resting on top of him, causing a gasp to escape my lips.

"Goodness, Jacob! Can't you stop treating me like I weigh nothing? I am not an object!" I attempted to shift away, but his arms around my waist halted my movement. "You're not an object, but I'll agree on one thing," a mischievous grin formed on his face. "You're as weightless as a pigeon's feather."

"Hey! It's not me; it's you!" I jabbed at his chest with my index finger. "You're just too solid, that's why you feel nothing."

"I refuse to fathom the logic in that, Evelyn," he chuckled, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"You don't need logic, silly! Just believe what I'm saying."

He responded with a soft hum, but his gaze seemed elsewhere.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Make sure to cover this up when you're around Samuel and Clara. He'll unleash a barrage of curses if he sees these marks," Jacob said, gently tracing his fingers over the marks he left on my neck before planting soft kisses on them, clearly paying no heed to my words.

"Seriously?" A frown etched itself on my face. "I was in the middle of talking, you fucking jerk!" I firmly slapped his chest and he ended up releasing a quiet groan.

Yes, I meant it to sting. He deserved that for ignoring me.

"That hurt, baby," he said, looking at me, then taking my hand and placing it where I'd just hit him. "Kiss it better."

"Kiss it better? My ass!" I tried to pull away, but he being the sly devil, cupped my ass, preventing my escape as he forced me to stay still.

"What...what are you doing?!" I sputtered in surprise, shooting him a bewildered look.

"If you don't heal my wound, I might have to... entertain myself otherwise, Evelyn," his tone sent shivers down my body, despite it being less than an hour since we'd last had sex, "And I'd very much like to fuck this ass."

"Wound?" I looked at him incredulously. He couldn't be serious. "Where's the wound? I don't see it." I found myself torn between getting upset with him or chuckling at his antics. A smile was already threatening to surface on my face.

"It's under my skin, baby," he claimed with an air of seriousness that was utterly fabricated, "Now, come on, heal my wound."

"And how exactly do I attend to this 'invisible' wound?" I asked, unable to stifle a giggle. "Should I blow on it?"

"That's up to you," he replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Fine then," I suppressed a smile as I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his chest, "Any better?"

"It's improved a tad, but it's not quite there yet."

"You're something else," I chuckled, leaning in again to kiss his chest once more. "How about now?" "Well, it still doesn't-"

Aware that he wouldn't easily concede, I didn't waste time and kissed him. Our lips melded together seamlessly, as they always did. I kissed him, and Jacob responded with a smile against my lips before kissing me back.

I knew it. That was precisely what he wanted.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, his hand tangling in my hair as he drew me nearer, relishing the moment. Eventually, we parted, blaming the lack of oxygen; otherwise, I was convinced we could have kissed till the end of time if it weren't that case.

"Is your 'wound' all healed up now?" I asked, a smile impossible to suppress.

"Completely," he grinned, leaning in to peck my lips. "God, I love you."

"I love you too, Jacob..." I hugged him tightly, burying my face into his neck, breathing in his scent. He was all mine, and god, I didn't know if I had anything else to ask for in this life, he was everything I could have asked for.

"I hate it that I'll be away from you for hours," he sighed, his fingers tracing a soothing path along my back, from the curve of my neck down my spine to my waist.

"Could I tag along? Maybe wait for you outside your office, or whatever it's called in Italy?" I suggested, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Next time, baby. This is the first meeting after nearly a month away, and there's a lot to catch up on. I don't want you getting bored," he explained, planting a kiss on my temple. "But I'll take you to my office during the next visit."

"Promise?" I raised myself to look at him.

"Yes, I promise," he affirmed, and I nestled back into his arms, holding onto him tightly. His body against me felt too perfect to let go.

"Wrap it up swiftly, okay? I want you right by my side."

"I will, baby," he said, leisurely lighting a cigarette and bringing it to his lips for a drag.

Seated upright this time, I straddled his lap, a sudden recollection crossing my mind.

"I just remembered something."

"What is it?" He exhaled a plume of smoke, leaning in to place a kiss on my chest while gently caressing my breasts.

"You mentioned that you'd tell me about that Ricci guy," I asserted. "You'd better start because I'm not planning on waiting."

"Frankly, I didn't think you'd remember after such a long night," Jacob chuckled softly, shaking his head as he took another drag. "What do you want to know, baby?"

"Who is he? Your dad didn't seem to like him either."

"He's not exactly the most agreeable person. Tyler Ricci-that's his name, probably the only normal thing about him," Jacob explained, reclining against the headboard, his gaze fixed on me: "He's the pampered heir, born with a silver spoon,

accustomed to getting everythel.net

on

a platter without asking. He and I have had ongoing feuds for a long time. To be honest, I didn't put much effort into resolving it because I knew there would be no

reciprocation from his end. He

despises me for who I am," he

chuckled lightly. "And I can't stand him for who he is-a cunning and sly bastard."

"Did he cause problems for your business in the past?"

This guy already sounded like a total scumbag.

"Far too many times to count," Jacob replied "He enjoys meddling in my affairs, spreading false rumors, or turning workers against us. There was a period when I

him. He's quite the competitor, you could say, and having been in the

suffered business losse

of

field longer than me, it doesn't sit well with him if anyone manages to surpass him."

"This isn't about him this time, is it?" I asked, feeling apprehensive.

"No, it's not about him. The investor Chloe slept with is someone else, and Tyler isn't one of my investors," Jacob assured, reaching out to gently brush his thumb across my cheek. "You don't have to worry, baby. I've got everything under control."

"That damn ex of yours. I swear, I'll do something about her someday," I breathed out.

"I won't stop you," he chuckled. "But don't let that temper flare up too much," he tapped my nose lightly before planting a soft kiss on it.

"I can't help it. She clearly saw that you want nothing to do with her, yet that shameless woman is still after you. Ugh! I want to kill her!"

"You're adorable."

"Are you kidding me, Jacob? I'm serious!" I pushed at his chest, but he laughed.

"And I'm fully focused on what you're saying, but how can I resist replaceing you cute?" He feigned cluelessness with audacious charm.

"You-"

Abandoning the cigarette, he swiftly

wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me down onto the bed

beside him.. "Shh...baby," he

murmured against my lips, "If you want me to lose control and

don't want

take you hard again, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. Because every

time those lips move... they make me want to fucking ruin you," His green eyes sparkled telling me that

he was serious.

I blinked in surprise, unable to break away from his gaze. "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Just stay in my arms, like this," he sighed, lying down and drawing me close.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, and it's more than enough," he kissed my forehead, closing his eyes.

A smile formed on my lips, and I snuggled deeper into his embrace. Soon, my eyes closed on their own, in Jacob's peaceful embrace.