Chapter 1: Sparks in the Night
The neon lights of the city flickered like a lover’s promise as I, Lila Voss, strutted into the underground club, my leather jacket slung over one shoulder, my crimson lipstick a dare to anyone who thought they could handle me. I wasn’t here for games—I was here for intel, a lead on a case that had my private investigator instincts buzzing. But damn, the heat of the room, the pulse of the bass, it stirred something primal in me. I scanned the crowd, my sharp green eyes cutting through the haze of smoke and lust, until they landed on him.
Jaxon Reed. Six feet of pure trouble, with a jawline that could cut glass and a smirk that promised sin. He leaned against the bar, a whiskey glass dangling from his fingers, watching me like a predator who’d just spotted his prey. But I’m no one’s prey. I sauntered over, hips swaying with intent, and leaned in close enough to smell the cedar and spice of his cologne.
“Reed,” I purred, my voice low and dangerous. “Didn’t expect to find you in a dump like this. Slumming it, are we?”
His smirk widened, dark eyes glinting with challenge. “Lila Voss. Always a pleasure. And trust me, I’m right where I want to be—especially now that you’ve walked in looking like a fucking wildfire.”
I arched a brow, unfazed. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart. I’m here for business, not your bullshit. Got anything useful for me, or are you just gonna waste my time with that pretty mouth?”
He chuckled, a low, rough sound that sent a shiver down my spine despite myself. “Oh, I’ve got plenty for you, Voss. But it’s gonna cost you. How about a dance? Or are you scared you can’t keep up?”
I scoffed, stepping closer, my chest brushing against his just enough to make his breath hitch. “Scared? Honey, I’ll lead, and you’ll beg to follow. Let’s see if you can handle the heat.”
The dance floor was a battlefield, bodies grinding and swaying under the strobing lights. I pulled him in, my hands gripping his shoulders as I moved against him, every roll of my hips a taunt, every glance a weapon. His hands slid to my waist, firm and possessive, but I wasn’t about to let him take control. I spun us, pressing my ass against him, feeling the hard evidence of his desire through his jeans. A smirk curled my lips as I glanced back at him.
“Already losing it, Reed?” I teased, my voice dripping with mockery. “Thought you had more stamina than that.”
His grip tightened, his breath hot against my ear as he growled, “Keep talking, Voss. I’m gonna make you eat those words when I’ve got you panting under me.”
The tension snapped like a live wire. I turned in his arms, our lips crashing together in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger, tasting whiskey and danger. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard as his hands roamed down to my ass, squeezing with intent. The crowd around us faded, the music a mere heartbeat to the fire building between us. I could feel how wet I was, the ache in my core demanding more, and I knew he was just as horny, just as ready to explode.
I broke the kiss, my lips hovering over his as I whispered, “Your place or mine, Reed? ‘Cause I’m not waiting another second to see if you’re all talk.”
His eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Mine. Let’s see if you can handle what I’ve got waiting for you.”
The promise of what was to come had me sweating already, my pulse racing as we pushed through the crowd, the night about to ignite into something neither of us could control.
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