Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins
Kelsee strutted into the upscale bar, her tight black dress hugging every curve of her lithe, 23-year-old frame. The dim lights caught the shimmer of her platinum blonde hair as she scanned the room with predatory precision. She wasn’t here for just anyone—she had a type. Older. Wealthier. And, most importantly, packing something worth her time. Her hazel eyes locked onto a target: a silver-haired man in a tailored suit, sipping scotch at the bar. Mid-fifties, she guessed, with a Rolex glinting on his wrist. Perfect.
She sauntered over, her heels clicking with purpose, and slid onto the stool next to him. 'Mind if I join you, or are you too busy drowning in that overpriced liquor?' she purred, her voice dripping with mischief.
He turned, his sharp blue eyes appraising her with a smirk. 'Depends. You here to save me or sink me deeper, darling?' His voice was gravelly, confident. A man used to getting what he wanted.
Kelsee leaned in, her cleavage teasingly close as she traced a finger along the rim of his glass. 'Oh, I’m no savior. I’m the kind of trouble that’ll make you forget your own name. Name’s Kelsee, by the way. And you are… besides filthy rich?'
He chuckled, unfazed. 'Richard. And I’m guessing you’re not here for small talk. What’s a girl like you after with a man like me?'
She grinned, her tongue flicking across her lips. 'Let’s just say I’ve got a taste for experience… and size. I don’t play with boys, Richard. I want a man who knows how to handle a woman who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants. So, tell me—are you up for the challenge, or should I find someone with more… stamina?'
Richard’s smirk widened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. 'Sweetheart, I’ve got more than stamina. I’ve got a cock that’ll make you scream for mercy. But I don’t play games. You want it? Prove you can handle it.'
Kelsee’s pulse quickened, a wicked glint in her eye. 'Oh, I can handle it, old man. Question is, can you keep up with a horny little thing like me? I’m already wet just thinking about how hard you might be under that fancy suit.'
His hand slid to her thigh under the bar, firm and possessive, as he growled, 'Keep talking like that, and I’ll have you dripping before we even leave this place.'
She bit her lip, her body buzzing with anticipation. 'Then let’s not waste time. Your place or mine? I’m dying to see if that mouth of yours is as good at other things as it is at talking smack.'
Richard stood, tossing a hundred on the bar without breaking eye contact. 'Mine. Now. And trust me, Kelsee, by the time I’m done, you’ll be panting and sweating, begging for more.'
As they headed for the door, her hand brushing against his, she could already feel the heat building between them. She knew this was just the beginning—and she was ready to ride this wave until they both came crashing down.
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