Tongue of Temptation

Chapter 1: The Tease of the Table

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, but all I could focus on was him—Jasper Reed, the infuriatingly charming bastard who’d been eye-fucking me from across the room for the last twenty minutes. I, Lila Voss, wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and the way his smirk curled at the edge of his lips told me he knew exactly what game he was playing. I adjusted my tight black dress, the fabric hugging every curve of my body, and sauntered over to his table, my heels clicking with purpose on the hardwood floor.

'Care to stop staring and start talking, or are you just here to waste my time?' I quipped, sliding into the seat across from him without waiting for an invitation. My voice was sharp, laced with a dare.

Jasper leaned back, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he sipped his whiskey. 'Oh, Lila, I’m never a waste of time. I was just wondering how long it’d take for you to come over here and demand my attention. Three minutes less than I bet myself. You’re slipping.'

I laughed, a low, throaty sound, crossing my legs so the slit of my dress revealed just enough thigh to make his gaze flicker. 'Slipping? Sweetheart, I’m the one who’s got you hooked. Don’t pretend you haven’t been imagining what’s under this dress since I walked in.'

He raised an eyebrow, setting his glass down with a deliberate clink. 'Guilty as charged. But let’s be real—imagination is nothing compared to the real thing. Care to make a bet of your own? I say I can guess exactly what you’re craving right now.'

I leaned forward, my cleavage teasing the edge of the table, and locked eyes with him. 'Go on then, hotshot. Guess. But if you’re wrong, you owe me a drink. If you’re right… well, I might just let you prove it.'

Jasper’s grin widened, predatory and delicious. 'You’re craving something raw, something that’ll make your toes curl and your mind blank. You want a man who knows how to use his mouth—not just for talking. And I’m willing to bet I’m the guy to give it to you.'

My pulse quickened, but I kept my cool, smirking as I traced the rim of my glass with a finger. 'Big words, Jasper. But I don’t let just anyone get a taste. You think you’ve got the skills to back that up? Because I’m not some shy little flower who’ll melt at the first touch.'

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. 'Oh, I don’t just touch, Lila. I devour. I’ll have you dripping before you can even beg for more.'

The air between us crackled, thick with tension and unspoken promises. My core tightened at his words, a heat building that I refused to let him see just yet. I stood, smoothing my dress, and tilted my head toward the back of the bar where the private booths waited. 'Then let’s see if you’re all talk. Follow me, and don’t keep me waiting.'

Jasper was on his feet in an instant, his presence behind me like a predator stalking prey—but I was no victim. I led him to the secluded booth, the dim light casting shadows over us as I turned to face him, my back against the wall. 'On your knees, Reed. Show me what that mouth can do.'

His eyes darkened with lust as he dropped to the floor, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my dress higher. 'Your wish is my command, Lila. But trust me, by the time I’m done, you’ll be the one sweating and panting.'

My breath hitched as his fingers teased the edge of my lace panties, the anticipation making me wet already. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer, my voice a low growl. 'Less talking, more tasting. Make me cum, Jasper, or I’ll find someone who can.'

His chuckle was the last thing I heard before his mouth found me, and the world narrowed to the heat of his tongue and the promise of an explosive release.