Flopping onto the sofa, Sophia dug her spoon into the ice cream and flicked on the TV. Jeremy Kyle's voice filled the room as she curled her legs underneath her.
"You ARE the father!" Jeremy declared dramatically onscreen.
Sophia snorted. "No s**t, Sherlock. Look at those matching unibrows."
As she shoveled another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, her mind drifted back to last night. Jake's hands exploring her body, his lips on her neck, the way he'd pinned her wrists...
"f**k," she groaned, squeezing her thighs together.
Her eyes darted to her phone on the coffee table. Should she text him? It had been mind-blowing s*x, but Sophia wasn't looking for anything serious. Maybe she could proposition him for a casual arrangement?
"Get it together, Bennett," she chided herself. "You'
