Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
I hadn’t expected to run into Karina that humid afternoon at the local café. She was a vision, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin glowing with that telltale pregnancy radiance my girlfriend had mentioned. As a cosmetician, she always looked polished, but today, there was a wild edge to her—a hunger in her emerald eyes that caught me off guard. I’d heard about her new boyfriend, the supposed source of her happiness, but the way she looked at me as I approached her table screamed something else entirely.
“Hey, stranger,” she purred, her voice dripping with a teasing lilt as she leaned back in her chair, one hand resting on her slightly rounded belly. “Didn’t think I’d see you without your better half today.”
I smirked, sliding into the seat across from her without invitation. “Well, sometimes a man needs a break from perfection. What’s your excuse for being out here, looking like trouble?”
Her laugh was low, throaty, and sent a jolt straight through me. “Oh, honey, I *am* trouble. But you already knew that, didn’t you?” She leaned forward, her cleavage teasingly visible under the thin fabric of her summer dress. “Tell me, does your girlfriend know how good you are at playing with fire?”
I raised an eyebrow, my pulse quickening. “She knows I’m good with my hands. But I’m guessing you’ve got a different kind of heat in mind.”
Karina bit her lip, her gaze dropping to my mouth before flicking back up to meet my eyes. “Maybe I do. Or maybe I’m just curious if you can handle a woman who’s already got a man—and a little extra baggage.” She patted her belly with a wicked grin. “Think you’re up for the challenge?”
The air between us crackled, charged with a forbidden energy I couldn’t ignore. I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’m not just up for it, Karina. I’m already halfway there.”
Her eyes darkened, and I could see the shift—raw, unfiltered desire taking over. “Then what the hell are we waiting for?” she shot back, her tone sharp and commanding. “My place is five minutes away. Unless you’re all talk and no action.”
I didn’t hesitate. We were out of the café in a heartbeat, the tension between us a living thing as we hurried to her apartment. The moment the door slammed shut behind us, she was on me, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulled me close. “Don’t think for a second I’m some delicate flower,” she warned, her breath hot against my ear. “I want it hard, and I want it now.”
I grinned, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, feeling the heat of her through that flimsy dress. “Good. Because I don’t do gentle.”
She shoved me back toward her bedroom, her movements bold and unapologetic. “Prove it,” she challenged, peeling off her dress to reveal lace lingerie that hugged every curve of her body. My mouth went dry at the sight of her, all confidence and raw sexuality, her skin already flushed with anticipation.
I closed the distance, my hands roaming over her as I backed her against the bed. “You’re gonna regret teasing me,” I growled, dropping to my knees. Her sharp intake of breath as I kissed my way down her thighs told me she was already wet, already dripping with need. I looked up at her, meeting her fierce gaze. “Tell me how bad you want this.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard. “Stop talking and start eating, or I’ll find someone who can keep up,” she snapped, her voice laced with impatience and lust.
That was all the invitation I needed. My tongue found her, and her moan was a symphony of desperation and power, her hips rocking against me as I devoured her. She was panting above me, her taste driving me wild, and I knew this was just the beginning. Soon, I’d have her under me, sweating and begging for more, my cock buried deep as we pushed each other to the edge. But for now, I savored the moment, knowing this forbidden dance was about to explode into something neither of us could control.
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