Chapter 1: Sparks Behind the Bar
The Miami heat clung to the air like a lover who wouldn’t let go, thick and heavy as Mia wiped down the sticky bar counter at The Coral Dive. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, strands sticking to her sweat-slicked neck, and her tank top hugged every curve of her toned frame. She knew the eyes on her—hell, she thrived on them. But tonight, one pair burned hotter than the rest.
Jake sat at the far end of the bar, his rugged frame hunched over a beer, his construction boots still dusted with the day’s grit. His tight jeans did little to hide the bulge straining beneath them, and Mia caught it the second she glanced his way. A smirk curled her lips. She swayed her hips a little more as she poured a shot for another patron, her ass a deliberate tease.
'You gonna stare all night, or you got something to say, hardhat?' she called out, her voice cutting through the hum of the bar like a blade, sharp and playful.
Jake’s hazel eyes flicked up, a slow grin spreading across his face as he leaned back, spreading his legs just enough to make her pulse jump. 'Just admirin’ the view, darlin’. Ain’t a crime, is it?' His voice was gravelly, rough from a day of shouting over machinery, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Mia sauntered over, leaning on the bar so her cleavage was just in his line of sight. 'Depends. You plannin’ to do more than look? ‘Cause I don’t play games with boys who can’t keep up.' Her tone was a challenge, her eyes daring him to bite.
He chuckled, low and dangerous, taking a swig of his beer before setting it down with a deliberate thud. 'Oh, I keep up just fine. Question is, can you handle a man who’s been hard for you since the second he walked in?' His words were bold, unapologetic, and Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs.
She raised an eyebrow, unfazed. 'Big talk for a guy who’s still sittin’ there. Closing’s in ten. Stick around if you’re not all mouth.' She turned away, letting her hips roll as she walked to the other end of the bar, feeling his gaze sear into her.
The minutes ticked by, the bar emptying out until it was just them. Mia locked the front door with a click, the silence amplifying the tension crackling in the air. She turned to find Jake already on his feet, his broad shoulders filling the space as he stalked toward her.
'Thought you’d never ask,' he growled, closing the distance in two strides. His hands found her waist, rough and calloused, pulling her against him. She could feel him, hard and insistent through his jeans, and a wicked grin spread across her face.
'Who said I’m askin’?' she shot back, her fingers curling into his shirt as she yanked him closer. 'I take what I want.' Her lips crashed into his, hungry and fierce, tasting the salt of his sweat and the bitter edge of beer. His groan vibrated against her mouth as she pressed her body into his, her nails digging into his back.
They stumbled toward the back room, knocking over a stool in their haste, neither caring. The air was thick with the scent of lust and desperation as Jake pinned her against the wall, his hands roaming her curves like he’d been starving for her. Mia’s breath hitched, but she wasn’t about to let him take control.
'Don’t get cocky,' she panted, shoving him back just enough to drop to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she tugged at his belt. 'I’m gonna make you beg for it.' Her voice was a promise, dripping with intent, and Jake’s head tipped back with a guttural curse as her fingers freed him, his cock springing out, already throbbing with need.
Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in, ready to drive him wild, her own body buzzing with a horny ache she couldn’t wait to satisfy. The night was just getting started, and Miami’s heat had nothing on the fire about to ignite between them.
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