Chapter 1: Sparks Behind the Bar
The Miami summer clung to the air like a lover who wouldn’t let go, sticky and suffocating. Inside the dimly lit dive bar, ‘Neon Waves,’ the heat was a living thing, curling around every body in the room. Mia, the bartender with a smirk as sharp as a switchblade, moved like a predator behind the counter. Her black tank top clung to her curves, sweat glistening on her collarbone as she poured shots with a flick of her wrist. She knew every eye in the place was on her—and she reveled in it.
Jake sat at the far end of the bar, a rugged construction worker with calloused hands and a gaze that could strip paint. His tight jeans did little to hide the bulge of his cock, already hard as he watched Mia sway her ass with every step. He tipped his beer back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but his eyes never left her. She caught his stare in the mirror behind the bar and flashed a wicked grin.
‘Keep staring, hardhat,’ she called over the hum of the crowd, her voice dripping with challenge. ‘Or are you just gonna sit there fantasizing about what’s under this apron?’
Jake’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. ‘Oh, I’m imagining plenty, sweetheart. But I’m more of a hands-on learner. Care to teach me after closing?’
Mia laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. ‘Big talk for a guy who looks like he’s already about to bust in his pants. You sure you can keep up with me?’
‘Try me,’ he shot back, leaning forward, his voice rough with want. ‘I’ve been hauling steel all day. I’ve got stamina for days.’
She arched a brow, wiping down the bar with a rag, her movements deliberate, teasing. ‘Stamina’s one thing. Skill’s another. I don’t play with amateurs.’
‘Good thing I’m a pro, then,’ Jake said, his eyes darkening as he watched her bend over to grab a bottle from the lower shelf, her shorts riding up just enough to drive him wild. ‘Name the time and place, darling. I’ll make you forget every other man in this city.’
Mia straightened, her gaze locking with his, electric and unyielding. ‘Backroom. Closing time. Don’t be late, or I’ll start without you.’
The hours crawled by, the tension between them a live wire sparking with every glance. By the time the last drunk stumbled out and Mia flipped the ‘Closed’ sign, the air was thick with anticipation. She led Jake to the backroom, a cramped space cluttered with crates and bottles, the faint scent of spilled whiskey lingering. The door clicked shut behind them.
‘You’ve been eye-fucking me all night,’ she said, turning to face him, her hands on her hips. ‘Now’s your chance. Show me what you’ve got.’
Jake stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear as he growled, ‘I’m gonna make you scream, Mia. You ready for that?’
She pushed him back against a stack of crates, her fingers curling into his shirt. ‘Less talking, more doing, big guy. I’m already wet just thinking about it.’
Their lips crashed together, hungry and fierce, teeth clashing as they fought for dominance. Mia’s hands roamed down his chest, tugging at his belt with a ferocity that made him groan. She could feel him, hard and straining against the denim, and a wicked smile played on her lips as she sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. The promise of what was to come hung heavy between them, raw and electric, as the heat of the night pushed them closer to the edge.
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