Chapter 1: Sparks Behind the Bar
The Miami sun had dipped below the horizon, but the heat clung to the air like a lover who wouldn’t let go. Inside The Coral Dive, a gritty little bar off Ocean Drive, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of salt, sweat, and spilled tequila. Mia Torres, the bartender with a smirk as sharp as her pour, moved like a panther behind the counter. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, strands sticking to her neck from the humidity, and her tank top hugged curves that could stop traffic. She knew every eye in the place was on her—and she reveled in it.
Jake Malone sat at the far end of the bar, nursing a beer he barely touched. A construction worker with hands rough as gravel and a jawline that could cut glass, he’d been watching Mia all night. His tight jeans did little to hide the bulge straining against the denim, a silent testament to the thoughts running wild in his head. Every time she bent over to grab a bottle, swaying her ass just a little more than necessary, his grip on the glass tightened.
“Another beer, hardhat, or are you just gonna stare all night?” Mia’s voice cut through the buzz of the crowd, her dark eyes locking with his. A challenge. A dare.
Jake leaned forward, his smirk matching hers. “Depends. You gonna keep putting on a show, or do I gotta beg for a private performance?”
Mia laughed, low and throaty, as she slid a fresh bottle across the counter. “Begging’s not your style, is it? Bet you’re used to getting what you want.”
“Only when I see something worth taking,” he fired back, his gaze dropping to her lips, then lower, lingering on the way her tank top dipped between her breasts. “And darlin’, you’re worth a hell of a lot.”
She raised a brow, unfazed, and leaned in close enough that he could smell the lime on her fingers from the drinks she’d been mixing. “Careful, big guy. I don’t play nice. You might get burned.”
“I’m countin’ on it,” Jake growled, his voice rough with want. “When’s your shift end? I’m not a patient man.”
Mia’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Stick around, hardhat. I’ve got a break in twenty. Back room’s got my name on it if you’ve got the guts.”
The next twenty minutes dragged like hours, the air between them crackling with unspoken promises. When the clock finally ticked over, Mia untied her apron, tossed it under the bar, and jerked her head toward the hallway. Jake didn’t hesitate, following her like a man possessed. The back room was cramped, stacked with crates of liquor and old bar stools, but it might as well have been a penthouse suite for all they cared.
She turned to face him, hands on her hips, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. “Well? You gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna show me what that cock of yours can do?”
Jake’s eyes darkened, and in two strides, he closed the distance, his hard body pressing her against the wall. “Keep talking like that, and I won’t last long enough to find out,” he muttered, his breath hot against her neck.
Mia’s hands slid down his chest, fingers teasing at the waistband of his jeans. “Then let’s not waste time, huh?” Her voice was pure fire as she dropped to her knees, her gaze never leaving his. The sound of his zipper was deafening in the small space, and when she freed him, his cock sprang out, already throbbing with need. She licked her lips, her own body responding, her pussy growing wet at the sight of him. “Damn, hardhat. You’ve been hiding a weapon.”
“Shut up and take it,” Jake rasped, his hands tangling in her hair, but there was no force—only raw, desperate hunger. Mia didn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth closed around him, hot and hungry, and the groan that ripped from his throat was pure sin. The room filled with the sounds of their urgency—his panting, her muffled moans, the slick heat of her lips working him over. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping down his neck, as the tension coiled tighter and tighter.
This was just the beginning. They both knew it. And as the heat between them built to a breaking point, Mia’s mind was already racing to the next forbidden encounter, her body aching for more.
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