Sophia squirmed in her seat, the sleek fabric of her dress sliding against her overheated skin. She wanted to hate him for putting her in this position, for making her feel so exposed and vulnerable in public. But God help her, a part of her was thrilled by it.
“You’re evil,” she managed to gasp, her eyes locked on his. “Pure evil.”
Jake’s smirk widened as he reached for his wine glass. “And yet, you love every second of it, don’t you?”
Before Sophia could formulate a response, the waiter appeared with their desserts. She nearly jumped out of her skin, certain the man must be able to hear the buzzing emanating from between her thighs.
“Everything alright, miss?” the waiter asked, noticing her flustered state.
Sophia nodded frantically, not trusting her voice. Jake, the bastard, just smiled politely and thanked him.
As soon as the waiter was out of earshot, Sophia hissed, “I’m going to get you back for this, Jake Summers. Just you wait.”
Jake leaned back in his chair, eyeing her with amusement. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that, little one?”
Sophia’s mind raced, desperately trying to formulate a threat through the haze of pleasure. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white.
“If you keep this up,” she managed, her voice a husky whisper, “you aren’t getting any tonight.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she knew it was an empty threat. Jake’s low chuckle confirmed he knew it too.
“You need me as much as I need you, little one,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “You’ll never follow through on that threat.”
Sophia’s body betrayed her, a soft moan escaping her lips as the vibrations intensified. She glared at him, torn between desire and frustration.
“You’re impossible,” she breathed, reaching for her water glass with a shaky hand.
Jake’s eyes never left her face, drinking in every micro-expression, every twitch of pleasure. “And you’re beautiful when you’re trying to resist.”
The tension between them was palpable, crackling like electricity. Sophia knew he was right there was no way she could deny him tonight. Not when he had her wound up so tight she felt ready to snap at any moment.
“I hate you,” she muttered, but there was no real venom in her words.
“No, you don’t,” Jake replied softly, his smirk softening into something more tender. “You love me, and that’s why this is so much fun.”
Sophia gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as she hissed through clenched teeth. “You absolute bastard. You insufferable prick. You-”
The vibrations intensified, cutting off her string of curses. Jake’s fingers danced across his phone screen, a devilish glint in his eyes.
“What was that, darling?” he asked innocently. “I didn’t quite catch it.”
Sophia’s thighs trembled as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. She exhaled sharply, fighting to keep her expression neutral as the waiter passed by their secluded table.
Jake leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “You can come now, if you think you can be quiet.”
Sophia’s eyes widened. The bastard knew exactly what buttons to push – literally and figuratively.
She weighed her options, desire warring with stubborn pride. Finally, she ground out:
“I hate you so much right now.”
But her body betrayed her, muscles clenching as she edged closer to release. Jake’s low chuckle sent shivers down her spine.
“No, you don’t,” he murmured. “Now be a good girl and let go. I want to watch you fall apart.”
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat as waves of pleasure built inside her, pulsing in time with the relentless vibrations. She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, as she fought to maintain her composure. The bustling restaurant faded away until all she could focus on was the exquisite tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“Jake,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “I swear to god…”
He simply smirked, dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Yes, darling?”
The smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing to her. Sophia’s witty retort died on her lips as a particularly intense pulse sent shockwaves through her core. Her thighs clenched involuntarily as she teetered on the edge.
Oh god oh god oh god…
Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the orgasm finally crashed over her. Sophia slapped her hands over her face, muffling her desperate moans as her body shuddered. She forced herself to stay still, acutely aware of the other diners nearby, as waves of ecstasy washed through her.
Jake leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Sophia come down from her high. With a casual tap on his phone, he dialed the vibrator’s intensity back to a low hum.
Sophia’s cheeks were flushed, her chest still heaving slightly as she caught her breath. She fixed Jake with a glare that could melt steel.
“You absolute wanker,” she hissed, her voice low but venomous. “I can’t believe you did that to me in public.”
Jake’s eyes danced with amusement. “Oh come on, Soph. You loved every second of it.”
“That’s not the point,” Sophia retorted, smoothing her dress with trembling hands. “What if someone noticed?”
Jake shrugged, utterly unrepentant. “Then they got one hell of a show.”
Sophia kicked him under the table, hard enough to make him wince. “You’re lucky I love you, Jake Summers, or I swear I’d walk out of here right now.”
“Admit it,” Jake leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. “The thrill of getting caught made it even better.”
Sophia bit her lip, fighting back a reluctant smile. Damn him for knowing her so well.
“Maybe,” she conceded. “But you’re still sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Jake’s laugh was rich and warm. “We both know that’s not true, little one.”
Jake leaned in closer, his breath hot against Sophia’s ear. “Don’t forget, darling, you put the vibrator in, not me, so you agreed I could tease you.”
Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of lingering pleasure and frustration. She grumbled under her breath, “Yeah, well, shut it.”
Jake’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Make me,” he challenged, his voice low and gravelly.
Sophia’s mind raced, torn between wanting to slap that smug grin off his face and wanting to kiss him senseless. She settled for a withering glare.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered, reaching for her wine glass with a slightly unsteady hand.
Jake watched her, his expression softening. “You okay?” he asked, genuine concern creeping into his voice.
Sophia took a deep breath, centreing herself. “I’m fine. Just… give a girl a minute to recover, yeah?”
Jake nodded, reaching across the table to take her free hand in his. “Whatever you need, babe. We’ve got all night.”
Sophia felt a rush of affection, mingled with a renewed spark of desire. Damn him and his ability to flip between teasing and tender so effortlessly.
“Don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” she warned, but there was no real heat in her words.
Jake’s thumb traced circles on her palm. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, his voice promising both mischief and devotion in equal measure.
Jake stood, offering his hand to Sophia. “C’mon, I’ve got something to show you.”
Sophia raised an eyebrow but took his hand, her heels clicking on the polished floor as they left the restaurant. The cool night air hit her flushed skin, making her shiver slightly.
“Where are we going?” she asked, curiosity piquing despite her lingering arousal.
Jake’s eyes twinkled. “There’s a meteor shower tonight. Thought we could catch it from the seafront.”