Sophia’s heels clicked on the hardwood as Jake guided her towards the door, his hands covering her eyes. The scent of his cologne mixed with the salty sea air drifting in through the open window.
“Jake, where are we going? You know I hate surprises,” Sophia protested, though a smile played on her lips.
“Just trust me, Soph. You’ll love this one,” Jake replied, his voice low and tinged with excitement.
He maneuvered her carefully down the stairs and out onto the pavement. The cool night air brushed against Sophia’s bare shoulders, raising goosebumps on her skin.
“Alright, ready?” Jake asked, his breath warm against her ear.
“As I’ll ever be,” Sophia quipped.
Jake’s hands fell away and Sophia blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim streetlight. Then she saw it – a sleek green Ford Mustang.
“Holy shit!” Sophia squealed, practically bouncing in her heels. “Is that…?”
“Your dream car? You bet your ass it is,” Jake grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
Sophia ran her hand reverently along the hood, marvelling at the cool metal beneath her fingertips. Her mind raced with memories of admiring these beauties in magazines as a kid.
“But how did you…?” she trailed off, too stunned to finish the thought.
Jake shrugged, that easy smile still in place. “I’ve got connections. And before you ask – yes, I arranged a driver. Figured we could both get properly sloshed tonight without worrying about it.”
Sophia laughed, shaking her head in amazement. “You sneaky bastard. I can’t believe you pulled this off.”
“Anything for you, babe,” Jake winked, opening the door with a flourish. “Now hop in. The night’s still young and I’ve got plans for us.”
The Mustang purred to a stop outside a rustic steakhouse on the outskirts of town. Jake helped Sophia out, his hand lingering on the small of her back as they entered.
The hostess led them to a secluded corner table, tucked away from prying eyes. Jake pulled out Sophia’s chair, his fingers grazing her arm as she sat.
“Fancy,” Sophia remarked, eyeing the dim lighting and plush leather seats.
Jake grinned, settling across from her. “Only the best for my girl.”
The waiter appeared, and Jake ordered a bottle of red without hesitating. As soon as their glasses were filled, he fixed Sophia with a mischievous look.
“So,” he drawled, raising an eyebrow. “Were you good?”
Sophia felt heat rush to her cheeks. She knew exactly what he was referring to. “Of course I was,” she murmured, taking a sip of wine to hide her blush.
Jake’s eyes glinted dangerously. “We’ll see about that.”
He pulled out his phone, tapping the screen with deliberate slowness. Suddenly, the egg vibrator inside Sophia hummed to life. She gasped, gripping the edge of the table.
“Fuck,” she hissed, squirming in her seat.
Jake leaned back, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Dinner’s about to get interesting, don’t you think?”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed as she struggled to maintain her composure. The vibrations pulsed through her core, making it difficult to focus on anything else. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
“Jake Summers, you’re lucky I love you or I’d kick you under the table right now,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice a mix of frustration and arousal.
Jake chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh come on, babe. Where’s your sense of adventure?” He took a sip of wine, never breaking eye contact.
Sophia shifted in her seat, the sensation becoming more intense. She thought about how they must look to others – a couple enjoying a romantic Valentine’s dinner. If only they knew what was really happening beneath the tablecloth.
“My sense of adventure,” she whispered fiercely, leaning forward, “doesn’t usually involve public teasing.”
Jake’s grin widened. “First time for everything, Soph.” He reached across the table, intertwining his fingers with hers. “Besides, you’re handling it like a champ.”
The waiter approached their table, and Sophia felt a surge of panic. How was she supposed to order when she could barely string two thoughts together?
Sophia took a deep breath, steeling herself as the waiter pulled out his notepad. She could do this.
“And what would the lady like this evening?” the waiter asked politely.
Sophia opened her mouth to speak, but at that exact moment, Jake’s finger swiped across his phone screen. The vibrations intensified, making her gasp softly. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain her composure.
“I’ll have the… the filet mignon,” she managed, her voice strained. “Medium rare, please.”
The waiter nodded, oblivious to her struggle. “Excellent choice. And for sides?”
Sophia’s mind raced, caught between the menu and the relentless sensations coursing through her body. “Uh… the… grilled asparagus and… oh god,” she muttered, biting her lip.
Jake smoothly interjected, “She’ll have the truffle mashed potatoes too. It’s a special night, after all.”
As the waiter jotted down their order and walked away, Sophia shot Jake a look that was equal parts arousal and annoyance. “You’re evil, you know that?” she hissed.
Jake leaned back, a cocky grin on his face. “Evil? Nah. Just keeping things… interesting.”
Sophia closed her eyes, trying to centre herself. This was going to be one hell of a dinner.
Jake leaned in close, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know,” he said in a low voice, “I did consider telling you to wear a plug in your ass too. But I decided that might be a little too mean.”
Sophia’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through her. She couldn’t believe he was saying this here, in public. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she whispered back, “Jake Summers, you’re incorrigible.”
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “What can I say? I like to keep you on your toes, babe.”
Sophia squirmed in her seat, the vibrations still pulsing inside her. She tried to focus on anything else – the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversation around them – but it was futile. Her mind kept circling back to Jake’s words, imagining what it would feel like if she had followed through on his unspoken request.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” Jake teased, his voice husky.
Sophia bit her lip, torn between desire and exasperation. “You’re lucky we’re in public,” she muttered, “or I’d show you exactly what I’m thinking.”
Jake’s eyes darkened with want. “Promise?”