Sophia’s retort was cut short as a sudden change in the vibration pattern sent a jolt through her body. The steady hum transformed into a pulsing rhythm that left her breathless and struggling to maintain composure.
“Fuck!” she hissed, her nails digging into the tablecloth. She glared at Jake, who was casually sipping his wine as if nothing was amiss. “You bastard,” she whispered fiercely.
Jake smirked. “Problem, darling?”
Sophia’s foot connected with his shin under the table, earning a satisfying grunt from her tormentor. “You know damn well what the problem is,” she growled, her voice low and husky.
Jake leaned forward, his eyes dancing with amusement. “I thought you liked it when I kept things… interesting.”
Sophia’s mind raced, torn between the pleasure building inside her and the fear of being discovered. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Interesting is one thing. This is… Christ, Jake, I can barely think straight.”
“Good,” he murmured, his finger tracing the rim of his wine glass. “That’s exactly where I want you.”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re playing with fire, Summers.”
Jake’s grin widened, undeterred by her warning. “I’ve always liked the heat.”
Another wave of sensation crashed over Sophia, more intense than before. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain her composure. The restaurant’s ambient noise faded away, replaced by the thundering of her own heartbeat in her ears.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted under her breath, her chest heaving with each shallow breath.
Jake leaned in, his voice low and husky. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, you know. All flushed and desperate.”
Sophia’s eyes flashed with a mix of desire and frustration. She leaned in close, her breath hot against Jake’s ear. “Can you at least turn it down until after dinner?” she whispered, her voice a blend of plea and demand.
Jake pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze with a mischievous smirk. His finger hovered over his phone screen, teasing her with the possibility of relief. “I promise,” he drawled, “when our food arrives, I’ll turn it down.”
Sophia’s jaw clenched, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to slap that smug look off his face, while another part thrilled at his audacity. She took a long sip of wine, using the moment to collect herself.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered, setting down her glass with more force than necessary.
Jake’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “That’s why you love me.”
Sophia couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips, even as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs tightly.
“Don’t push your luck,” she warned, but there was no real heat behind her words.
As Jake opened his mouth to reply, Sophia silently prayed for the waiter to appear with their food, knowing it was her only hope for a moment’s respite from Jake’s delicious torment.
The waiter materialized as if summoned by Sophia’s desperate thoughts, balancing two steaming plates. “Your filet mignon, madam,” he announced, placing a perfectly seared steak before her. “And the ribeye for you, sir.”
Sophia barely heard him, her entire being focused on Jake’s hand as it reached for his phone. True to his word, he tapped the screen, and the maddening vibrations finally, blessedly, subsided to a gentle hum.
She exhaled slowly, unclenching muscles she hadn’t realised were taut. “Thank fuck,” she muttered under her breath, earning a raised eyebrow from Jake.
“Now, now,” he chided playfully, cutting into his steak. “Is that any way for a lady to talk?”
Sophia snorted, her composure returning now that she wasn’t on the edge of climax in public. “You forfeited any right to comment on my ladylike behavior about two hours ago, Summers.”
She savoured a bite of her filet, the rich flavour momentarily distracting her from the arousal still thrumming through her body. Jake watched her, a mix of desire and affection in his eyes.
“Fair point,” he conceded. “Though I have to say, you’ve handled yourself admirably so far.”
Sophia narrowed her eyes at him over her wine glass. “Don’t sound so surprised. I can rise to a challenge.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Jake replied, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
Sophia felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with trepidation. She set down her fork, eyeing Jake warily. “I’m suddenly nervous about what you’ve got planned for the rest of the night,” she admitted, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Jake’s eyebrows shot up in mock offense. “Who, me? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve got a perfectly romantic evening planned for us.”
His innocent act was betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eye. Sophia couldn’t help but chuckle, even as her body tensed in anticipation of what was to come.
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Romantic with an undercurrent of sexual torture, no doubt.”
Jake leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Only the best kind of torture for you, love.”
Sophia suppressed a shiver, her mind racing with possibilities. Part of her wanted to grab him by the tie and drag him out of the restaurant right now. But she knew Jake had more in store, and the anticipation was half the fun.
“You’re a menace,” she muttered, taking another sip of wine to steady her nerves.
“You love it,” Jake retorted, his smirk infuriatingly sexy.
Sophia couldn’t deny it. As much as his teasing drove her mad, she wouldn’t have it any other way. She met his gaze, a challenge in her eyes. “Bring it on, Summers. I can take whatever you dish out.”
The waiter appeared, whisking away their empty plates with practiced efficiency. As he retreated, Jake’s hand slipped beneath the tablecloth, his fingers dancing across the screen of his phone.
Sophia’s eyes widened as the vibrator inside her suddenly roared to life, pulsing in a pattern that sent shockwaves through her core. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain her composure.
“Fuck,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes darting around to ensure no one had noticed her sudden discomfort. “You bastard.”
Jake’s lips curved into a wicked grin. “Problem, darling?”
Sophia glared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to control her breathing. “You know exactly what you’re doing,” she accused, her voice low and husky.
“Me?” Jake feigned innocence, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m just sitting here, eagerly awaiting our dessert. Speaking of which, what did you order again? Was it the… cream pie?”
The double entendre, coupled with a particularly intense pulse from the vibrator, nearly pushed Sophia over the edge. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood as she desperately tried to stifle a moan.
“I swear to God, Jake,” she panted, her thighs clenching involuntarily, “when we get out of here, I’m going to-”
“You’re going to what?” he challenged, leaning in close. “Tell me, Sophia. What are you going to do to me?”
Sophia’s mind raced, a jumble of erotic threats and desperate pleas fighting for dominance. But the relentless pulsing between her legs made coherent thought nearly impossible.
“I… I can’t…” she stammered, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Jake, please. You know I can’t think straight right now.”
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s rather the point, isn’t it?”