Chapter 1: Sparks at the Bar
Mia pushed through the throng of bodies at The Rusty Anchor, the city’s grittiest dive bar, her sharp eyes scanning for a seat. Her day at the design firm had been a hell of deadlines and dickhead clients, and she needed a drink—stat. Her tight black dress hugged every curve of her athletic frame, and she knew she looked damn good, even if she wasn’t fishing for attention. Yet.
At the bar, she spotted him. Jake. Rugged as hell, with a jawline that could cut glass and forearms that screamed manual labor. He was nursing a beer, his worn jeans doing little to hide the bulge straining against the denim. Mia smirked to herself, feeling a familiar heat pool between her thighs. She wasn’t some blushing wallflower; she took what she wanted, and right now, she wanted a piece of that.
She slid onto the stool next to him, her voice cutting through the bar’s din. 'Rough day hammering nails, or are you just naturally this hard?' Her eyes flicked down to his crotch, unapologetic.
Jake turned, a slow grin spreading across his face as he met her gaze. 'Darlin’, I’ve been pounding steel all day, but I’m guessing you’ve got something sharper to throw at me.' His voice was gravelly, dripping with challenge.
Mia leaned in, her lips curling into a wicked smile. 'Oh, I’ve got plenty of edge, big guy. Question is, can you keep up, or are you all show and no go?' She sipped her whiskey, letting the burn mirror the ache building in her core.
Jake chuckled, low and dirty, leaning closer so his breath brushed her ear. 'Keep talking like that, and I’ll show you just how much go I’ve got. Bet I could make you forget that fancy desk job in under five minutes.'
Her laugh was sharp, daring. 'Five minutes? Sweetheart, I’ll have you begging in three.' She shifted, crossing her legs so her dress rode up just enough to tease, her wet pussy already throbbing with anticipation. She wasn’t playing coy—she was playing to win.
Jake’s eyes darkened, his hand brushing her thigh under the bar, bold and uninvited, but oh-so-welcome. 'Bathroom. Now. Unless you’re all talk.'
Mia didn’t flinch. She stood, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a smirk. 'Lead the way, tough guy. Let’s see if that cock of yours is as hard as your attitude.'
They pushed through the crowd, the air between them crackling with raw, horny tension. The bathroom door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking with finality. Mia didn’t wait—she shoved Jake against the tiled wall, her hands already working his belt as her eyes burned with lust. 'Don’t waste my time, Jake. I’m not here for foreplay.'
His grin was feral as he gripped her hips, pulling her close. 'Good. ‘Cause I’m about to fuck that smart mouth of yours until you’re dripping for more.'
Her pulse raced, her body ready, aching, as she dropped to her knees, ready to take control of this game. The night was just getting started, and Mia was determined to play it on her terms.
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