Chapter 1: Sparks in the Spotlight
The stage lights burned hot against Vivienne Hart’s skin as she strutted across the theater, her crimson stilettos clicking with purpose. She was the star of the city’s most provocative cabaret, a woman who commanded every eye in the room with a flick of her raven-black hair and a smirk that could melt steel. Tonight, though, her gaze wasn’t on the audience—it was on him. Jace Ryder, the new sound engineer, leaned against the control booth, his arms crossed, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he watched her rehearse.
“You gonna keep staring, or you gonna fix that feedback loop?” Vivienne called out, her voice a sultry purr that carried over the empty seats. She stopped center stage, one hand on her hip, the other gesturing toward the speakers. Her sequined dress hugged every curve, leaving little to the imagination.
Jace pushed off the booth, sauntering down the aisle with a swagger that screamed trouble. “Oh, I’m fixing it, sweetheart. Just enjoying the view while I work. You’ve got a problem with that?” His tone was sharp, teasing, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief.
Vivienne laughed, low and throaty, stepping down from the stage to meet him halfway. “Sweetheart? Careful, tech boy. I eat pet names for breakfast—and the men who use them for lunch.” She stopped inches from him, the heat of her presence crackling in the air. Up close, she could see the stubble on his jaw, the way his black tee stretched over his chest. Damn, he was trouble.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Jace shot back, his voice dropping an octave, thick with challenge. He didn’t step back, didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in just enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath. “Because I’m real good at keeping up with appetites like yours.”
Her lips curled into a wicked smile, her pulse quickening. “Big talk for a guy who’s all wires and no action. You think you can handle a woman like me?” She traced a finger down his chest, her touch light but deliberate, testing him.
Jace caught her wrist, his grip firm but not forceful, his thumb brushing over her pulse point. “Handle you? Viv, I’d have you begging for more before the curtain falls.” His words were a low growl, sending a shiver down her spine.
She yanked her wrist free, but not before her breath hitched. “Begging? Honey, I don’t beg. I take.” Her eyes locked with his, a silent dare, as she stepped closer, her body brushing against his. The tension was electric, a live wire ready to spark.
They stood there, locked in a battle of wills, the empty theater a witness to the heat building between them. Vivienne could feel her skin flushing, her body betraying her cool exterior. She was horny as hell, and she knew he could see it in the way her chest rose and fell a little too fast. Jace’s gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, and she knew he was just as affected—hard, probably, under those tight jeans.
“Prove it,” he murmured, his voice a challenge wrapped in velvet. “Right here, right now. Or are you all show and no go?”
Vivienne’s laugh was sharp, cutting through the tension. “Oh, I’m all go, Jace. Question is, can you keep up when I’m dripping wet and ready to ride?” She pressed herself against him, feeling the evidence of his arousal, her own body aching with need. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of him, and she wasn’t about to back down.
His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Let’s find out, Viv. I’ve got a cock that’s been dying to meet you.”
Their lips crashed together, a collision of hunger and defiance, as they stumbled back toward the stage, hands roaming, breaths panting. The promise of something explosive hung in the air, and neither of them was about to stop until they’d burned the house down.
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