Ninety-Eight

Jace's POV

If I was asked right now and I said my self-control wasn’t hanging by a thread of restraint then I should be tagged a very bad liar because even the large bulge down there was enough evidence, and she had no idea how badly I was struggling to keep my hands to myself, all I can think about is fucking her right here on this table.

“I will have my usual,” I said to the waiter handing back the menu.

“Okay, I will be back shortly” he replied before turning to leave.

“They make really nice steaks here” I spoke up, starting a conversation hoping to distract myself a little from my current thoughts.

“I have always preferred making my steaks myself” she murmured, making me chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you will like it” I assured.