Chapter 1: Last Call
The Miami night was a sultry beast, the kind of heat that clung to your skin like a lover who wouldn’t let go. Inside The Coral Dive, the air was thick with the scent of cheap tequila and desperate desire. Mia, the bartender with a smirk that could cut glass, moved behind the counter like a panther stalking prey. Her black tank top hugged every curve, and her denim shorts barely contained the sway of her ass 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, his construction boots still dusted with the day’s grit, his tight jeans straining against the hard bulge he couldn’t hide. His eyes, dark and hungry, tracked Mia’s every move. He’d been coming here for weeks, nursing beers and dirty thoughts, but tonight felt different. The air crackled between them, a live wire waiting for a spark.
“Last call, cowboy,” Mia called out, her voice a low purr as she leaned over the bar, giving him a deliberate view down her top. “You gonna nurse that beer all night, or do I need to pour you something stronger?”
Jake’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous grin. “Depends. You got anything back there as hot as you are?”
Mia laughed, sharp and unapologetic, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Oh, sugar, you couldn’t handle my kind of heat. I’d burn you down to ash.”
“Try me,” he shot back, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a growl. “I’ve been working in the sun all day. I’m already halfway to hell.”
She arched a brow, wiping down the counter with a rag, her movements slow and deliberate. “Big talk for a man who’s been staring at my ass all night. You gonna do something about it, or just sit there dreaming?”
Jake’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling around the beer bottle. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll show you exactly what I’ve been dreaming about.”
The bar emptied out, the last stragglers stumbling into the humid night. Mia locked the front door with a click, her heart pounding with anticipation. She turned to find Jake still seated, his gaze locked on her like a predator. “You sticking around for a reason, or just too drunk to walk?” she teased, sauntering toward him.
“I’m sober as sin, darlin’,” he said, standing to meet her, his height looming as he closed the distance. “And I’ve got a damn good reason to stay.”
Mia tilted her head, her lips parting slightly as she stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against hers. “Prove it.”
Without another word, Jake’s hand shot out, gripping her waist and pulling her against him. She felt the hard press of his cock through his jeans, and a wicked smile spread across her face. “Well, damn,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Never do,” he rasped, his other hand sliding up to tangle in her hair as he backed her toward the backroom. “You gonna keep running that smart mouth, or you gonna show me what else it can do?”
Mia’s laugh was pure fire as she pushed open the door to the dimly lit storage room, the air heavy with the scent of spilled liquor and raw need. “Oh, I’ve got plenty to show you, cowboy. Question is, can you keep up?”
She dropped to her knees before he could answer, her fingers deftly working at his belt, her eyes never leaving his. The tension was electric, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy between them. Jake’s breath hitched, his hands already reaching for her, ready to lose himself in the inferno of her touch.
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