**Chapter 1: Unfinished Business**
The air in the dimly lit bar was thick with the scent of whiskey and unspoken tension. Alex sat at the corner table, her sharp green eyes scanning the room with a predator’s precision. She was a force—tall, confident, with curves that could stop traffic and a smirk that could start wars. Her black leather jacket hugged her shoulders, and her tight jeans left little to the imagination. She wasn’t here for just anyone. She was here for *him*.
James walked in, and the room seemed to shrink. He was still the same—rugged, with a jawline that could cut glass and a swagger that screamed trouble. His dark eyes locked on her instantly, and a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. Alex felt a familiar heat coil in her core, but she wasn’t about to let him see it. Not yet.
“Well, damn, Alex,” James drawled, sliding into the seat across from her without asking. “You look like you’ve been waiting to chew me up and spit me out. Miss me that much?”
She leaned forward, her voice low and biting. “Don’t flatter yourself, James. I’m just here to see if you’re still all talk and no game. Or have you gone soft since I last rode you into the ground?”
His laugh was a rough, guttural sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m anything but soft. You of all people should know that. Or do I need to remind you how I used to make you scream?”
Alex’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “Remind me? Honey, I remember every second. The way your fingers worked me until I was a mess, squirting all over you. The way you didn’t even wait for me to catch my breath before slamming into me. You think I’ve forgotten how hard you got just watching me lose it?”
James leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “And you think I’ve forgotten how you begged for more? How you’d arch that perfect ass of yours, daring me to spread you open and play? You were never shy, Alex. Don’t start now.”
Her pulse raced, but she held his gaze, unflinching. “Shy? Never. I just don’t hand out second chances for free. You want a piece of this again, you’re gonna have to earn it. I’m not some damsel waiting to be swept off her feet. I take what I want.”
He grinned, his eyes dark with hunger. “Good. ‘Cause I’ve been dying to taste that fire again. Let’s get out of here. Unless you’re scared I’ll make you lose control like I used to.”
Alex stood, her movements deliberate, powerful. “Scared? Please. I’m just worried you won’t keep up. Let’s go, hotshot. My place. Now.”
They barely made it through her apartment door before the tension snapped like a taut wire. She shoved him against the wall, her hands fisting in his shirt as their mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss. His hands were on her hips, pulling her against him, and she could feel how hard he already was through his jeans. Her own body responded instantly, a rush of heat making her wet, her breath coming in sharp pants.
“Fuck, Alex,” he growled against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her ass. “You’re still a goddamn wildfire.”
“And you’re still a cocky bastard,” she shot back, her nails digging into his shoulders. “But I’m gonna make you work for every inch of this. Strip. Now.”
His shirt hit the floor in seconds, and hers followed, their eyes locked in a battle of wills as much as desire. She could see the sweat already beading on his chest, could feel her own skin flushing with a horny, desperate need. This was going to be explosive, and they both knew it. As his hands reached for her jeans, tugging them down with a rough yank, she felt that old, familiar ache—dripping with anticipation for what was coming next.
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