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Ria blushes and leans over the table to meet Jack halfway and kisses him.

“Oh, please, I haven’t eaten yet and I’m ready to throw up my dinner. We get it. You’re in love. But save it for the honeymoon, yeah?” Harry pleads.

“Don’t be a sourpuss, H. Maybe if you treated a woman and complimented her the way Jack does, you might find a woman who can stand to be around you long enough to fall in love with you,” Ali says.

“You weren’t complaining last night when I, aaaahh, the fuck?” Harry yells, his face contorting in pain.

“Sorry, my heel must have caught your leg,” she says innocently. I want to ask what he was trying to say but I thinkbetter of it and decide the situation needs defusing before it escalates.

“Ri, are the girls excited for Disney World?” I ask, scanning the menu.

“So excited, Lexi has been watching the parade videos on YouTube and planning all the merchandise she wants to buy, and Elle just keeps asking if Minnie Mouse will be there.” Her face glows as she talks about her girls. “It will be nice to spend some family time before we head on honeymoon. Jack’s been in Disney Dad training mode.” She giggles.

“Have you seen the place? There are like fifty-eight parks and so many apps, it’s like planning a military operation,” Jack explains, a flicker of fear alight in his eyes.

Harry slaps Jack on the back. “Good job you’ve got lots of experience with that, then.” We all chuckle, and as I scan the wine list, something vibrates inside me and I let out a small yelp of surprise.

“Are you okay?” Ali asks. Everyone’s eyes are on mine, confusion on their faces, all of them except Brad, who looks very pleased with himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I just thought I saw a bug, but it wasn’t.” I laugh, embarrassed by the sound I just made.

Ali eyes me curiously and turns back to her menu, to place her drink order with the waiter who comes up behind her.

The vibrating happens again, but this time it lasts longer, and it feels good. Too good. Like something I should not be experiencing at the table with my friends. The part that’s covering my clit begins to move and I close my eyes, trying my best to ignore the feeling. Why has it started buzzing now? Did I knock a button when I sat down?

The feeling intensifies, and I fear a moan will escape. A waiter appears beside me, and panic swirls inside my gut.

“What can I get you to drink?” As he finishes his sentence, it stops. I breathe a sigh of relief.

“A glass of rosé, please.” He leaves, and everyone falls into a comfortable chatter. Ali starts talking about her upcoming work trip and how she’s still uncertain of where they are sending her, but it will be for a couple of weeks. I go to add to the conversation when the vibrating starts again, but this time the vibrations feel quick, like little pulses of pleasure shooting through my core.

“Is someone’s phone vibrating?” Ria asks, and I freeze.Holy hell, can they hear what’s going on inside of me?Everyone checks their phones.

Brad quirks his lips and stares at me, dead in the eyes as he says, “Is your phone vibrating, Gabriella?” I don’t get a chance to reply. The buzzing continues and this time it’s consistent. I squeeze my thighs together in a bid to fan the flames of the fire that’s igniting within me, but it only intensifies.

I decide I need to focus on something, a singular spot to distract the building pressure that makes me want to roll my eyes and rub myself against this seat. Seriously, I’m a mess. The waiter places my glass of wine in front of me and I reach for it, draining it in one go. “Woah Gabs, we haven’t even ordered.” Harry chuckles.

“Sorry, I’m thirsty. Could I get another, please?“ I ask the waiter holding up my empty glass as he begins to walk off. I hand him the glass, and as he leaves, the vibrations intensify. It’s then I notice Brad on his phone, tapping his thumb on the screen at exactly the same time as the pulses of vibration go through me. I narrow my eyes at him.

Is he…?

My fingers hook the edge of my seat as a whimper falls from my lips, and all eyes focus on me again. “Are you okay?” Ali asks,pressing the back of her fingers to my forehead as if she were checking my temperature.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m good. It’s just a little warm in here.”

“Are you sure? You look like you are in pain or about to burst. Do you want to go home?”

I let out a laugh. It’s pained and I shuffle in my seat. “No, I’m fine.” I cross my legs over, making sure I give Brad a swift kick under the table.

“Ow,” he yelps.

The vibrations stop, and I grin. “I’m great.”

“Did you just kick me?” Brad hisses.

“Whoops, sorry, my heel must have caught your leg too.” I narrow my eyes at him.

I’ve caught on to your game, Bradley Russo.