Page 63 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“I need you,” I mumbled against her lips. “Now.”

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and spread her legs. I ran my hands up her thighs and gripped her ass, and then I kissed down her neck, sucking on the skin. She moaned softly as the water bubbled in the pot.

At this rate, we’d just have to order something because dinner wasn’t being made.

But I didn’t care.

Just as I sank my hand between her legs, someone knocked at the door. I moved my fingers against her clit, biting and sucking on her skin hard enough to leave a bright red hickey. The knock came again.

“Fuck,”I growled.

When I tried to ignore it for a third time, the bang became louder.

“Finish up here,” I said, stepping around the kitchen island. “It’s probably a delivery.”

Not sure why anyone would be delivering anything this late at night, but I wasn’t normally home during the day. If it was something important—like a certain something that I’d ordered for Heather the other night—then I didn’t want it sitting out in the hallway.

Before opening the door, I glanced over my shoulder at Heather, humming to herself and stirring around our dinner in the stainless steel pot in nothing but a pair of pants. My lips curled into a small smile, and I pulled the door open.

My eyes widened as I stared at Heather’s father.

What the fuck is he doing here?

“Hector,” Jacob said. “Sorry about popping in so late.”

“Jacob,” I said, loud enough for Heather to hear so she’d hide, “what’s up?”

The very last person that I’d expected here was Heather’s father, especially this late at night. If Heather tried to hide in the bedroom, she’d have to cross the room, and Jacob would see her, so I hoped to God that she had ducked behind the counter.

Instead of staying in the hallway, Jacob walked into my apartment. “We need to talk.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE

HECTOR

With a tight chest,I swallowed hard and shut the door gently behind him, stiffened in fear that he had seen her or that he already knew that we were together. Maybe he had seen us at Radiant. Maybe Evelyn had said something to him about us.

My heart thumped wildly against my chest when I turned around to see him heading to the fridge, something he hadn’t done since we’d started our business years ago when he came over for a beer to talk through start-up problems.

Water bubbled in the pot on the stove, and, my God?—

Heather’s purse was on the counter, and some of her clothes were scattered across the floor.

Fuck!

When Jacob turned to grab a beer, I grabbed Heather’s purse from the counter and placed it on the island chair in front of me so he wouldn’t see it. After cracking open the bottle, he turned around and leaned on the opposite side of the counter.

Heather crawled around the corner just in time so he didn’t see her and stopped a few feet from me, half naked and her eyes as wide as saucers. My throat was dry, but I swallowed again, heart pounding.

“I have to talk to you,” Jacob said.

“Can we do this tomorrow?” I asked, desperate to get him out of here. “It’s late?—”

“I’m sleeping with Evelyn.”

And I’m sleeping with your daughter. Now, leave.

Heather’s clothes were still littered around the room, and I didn’t know how Jacob hadn’t seen them yet. I ran a hand through my hair as Heather crawled closer to me until she sat at my feet, staring up at me through those eyes.

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