He's in control (literally). You just have to try not to give yourself away.

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In a restaurant of low lights and hushed conversations, Simon Riley sits across from her.

No mask. Only his gaze and the dangerous calm of a man who has already decided the rhythm of the night.

Hours earlier, in the privacy of their apartment, he himself placed between her legs a secret that now rests under the table. The remote lies in the pocket of his jacket, close to his chest like a promise.

A brief pulse. A contained tremor.

Then silence once more.

As the waiter approaches and the world continues turning around them, Simon watches her.

And she knows that tonight, every sensation belongs entirely to him.

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Well, I read this on Twitter: "I'd love to go to a restaurant with my boyfriend, have him stick a vibrator in my , and have him control me all night long."

And I said, "I need Simon doing this."