Dinner's Heat

Chapter 1: Appetizer of Desire

The restaurant buzzed with the clink of glasses and the murmur of intimate conversations, but my eyes were locked on Masi. She sat across from me, her crimson dress clinging to every curve like a second skin, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. The candlelight danced in her sharp, mischievous eyes as she sipped her wine, her lips curling into a smirk that told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

'You’ve been staring all night, Jace,' she teased, her voice low and dripping with challenge. 'What’s on your mind? Or should I guess?'

I leaned forward, matching her smirk with one of my own. 'Oh, I think you know, Masi. That dress isn’t playing fair, and neither are you.'

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a jolt straight through me. 'Fair? Sweetheart, I don’t do fair. I do *winning.* And right now, I’m winning your attention.' She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, 'And I’m about to win a whole lot more.'

Before I could fire back, she stood, her movements deliberate and predatory. 'Meet me in the bathroom. Now.' Her tone left no room for argument, and hell, I wasn’t about to argue. I watched her hips sway as she walked away, each step a promise of trouble I couldn’t wait to get into.

I followed, my pulse already racing as I pushed open the door to the dimly lit restroom. Masi was there, leaning against the sink, arms crossed, a wicked grin on her face. 'Took you long enough,' she purred, stepping toward me. 'I couldn’t help it, Jace. I’ve been watching you watch me, and I’m done waiting.'

She closed the distance, her lips crashing into mine with a hunger that stole my breath. Her hands gripped my collar, pulling me closer as our tongues tangled in a fierce, desperate dance. 'I need you,' she growled against my mouth, her voice raw with want. 'Right here, right now.'

'Fuck, Masi,' I managed, my hands sliding down her back to grip her ass through that sinful dress. 'You’re gonna be the death of me.'

'Only if you’re lucky,' she shot back, her fingers already working at my belt with a speed that made my head spin. She shoved my shirt up, her nails grazing my chest as I yanked at the zipper of her dress. It fell away, revealing smooth skin and lace that made my cock twitch with anticipation. I was already hard, aching for her, and she knew it.

'You’re not getting away with teasing me all night,' I said, my voice rough as I kissed down her neck, tasting the heat of her skin.

'Teasing? Baby, this isn’t teasing,' she countered, her hand slipping into my pants to stroke me, her grip firm and unapologetic. 'This is a fucking demand.'

She pushed me back against the wall, her strength catching me off guard as she pinned me there, her eyes blazing with control. My pants hit the floor, and she didn’t waste a second, straddling me with a confidence that made my blood boil. I could feel how wet she was, her heat pressing against me, dripping with need as she ground her hips. 'You ready for me?' she asked, her voice a sultry dare, her pussy hovering just out of reach.

'More than ready,' I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs, already sweating with the effort to hold back. 'Don’t make me beg, Masi.'

'Oh, I won’t,' she said with a wicked smile, lowering herself onto me, taking me in with a slow, deliberate thrust that had us both panting. 'But I’m gonna make you scream.'