My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 267

“Well…” He leaned closer, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “If I weren’t the way I am, would you really let me fuck you, Sienna?”

My body went rigid at his question, my heart racing as if it might burst through my chest. Would I?

I didn’t know. But one thing was certain: no matter how he came to me, I would let him ruin me.

But I couldn’t tell him that. Could I? Hell no.

“Behave yourself, Grayson,” I muttered, forcing the spoon into my mouth, my voice shaky. “We’re in front of my parents.”

“Who are too busy arguing to notice,” he chuckled, his hand sliding dangerously under the table, inching closer to my heat.

My gaze darted to my mom and dad—they were lost in their own world, their years of unresolved tension bubbling to the surface. I knew how it would end: Dad would be the one apologizing.

And I knew exactly where Alex’s hand was headed.

A mind-blowing, shattering orgasm.

But the problem was—I was right here, in plain view of my parents.

“Alex…” I tried to speak, but his fingers crept upward, hitching my dress higher, teasing the lace of my panties.

“I’m fighting the urge to throw you over this table and fuck you senseless,” he murmured, his eyes dark, smoldering with desire. “But for now…” His fingers slipped past my panties and found my bare pussy, a jolt of electricity coursing through me.

I gripped the table's edge, desperately trying to maintain my composure. But as he began to circle my clit, I could barely breathe.

“Oh, fuck…” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

“Careful, don’t moan too loud,” he whispered, the wickedness in his tone sending heat pooling in my core.

He raised a wine glass to his lips, feigning nonchalance. “I have to admit, you two are beautiful as a pair, even when you argue.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Was he serious? Drawing my parents’ attention to us while his fingers…

“Oh my—” I choked back a moan as he pressed into my clit, rubbing it like he was playing a wicked melody on a guitar.

I cleared my throat, fighting for air.

“Sienna, are you okay?” Mom’s voice broke through my haze, her concern palpable.

Great! Now everyone was looking at me.

“Yeah, I’m just—” I managed, but his fingers were relentless, teasing my entrance, gathering my arousal.

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