Chapter 1: Old Flames, New Sparks
Jodee strutted into the dimly lit bar, her curves hugged tight by a crimson dress that left little to the imagination. She knew every eye in the room was on her, and she reveled in it. After splitting with Jordan, she’d shed the weight of a stale marriage and rediscovered her wild, slutty side. Tonight, she was on the prowl, and nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wanted.
At the far end of the bar, Dan nursed a whiskey, his gaze locking onto her the moment she walked in. His ex-wife. The woman who’d once driven him mad with desire, and apparently still did. He shifted in his seat, already feeling the familiar stir in his jeans. He hadn’t seen Jodee in months, but damn, she looked better than ever—chubby in all the right places, confidence radiating off her like heat from a furnace.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the man who couldn’t keep up,” Jodee purred as she slid onto the stool next to him, her thigh brushing against his just enough to make his breath hitch. She ordered a martini, her voice dripping with mockery. “Still drowning your sorrows, Danny boy?”
Dan smirked, leaning in closer, the scent of her perfume—sweet and intoxicating—hitting him like a punch. “And you’re still a tease, Jodee. But I see you’ve upgraded your game. Who’s the lucky bastard tonight?”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to his groin. “Oh, honey, I don’t settle for just one anymore. I take what I want, when I want. You should see the trail of broken hearts I’ve left this week.” Her eyes glinted with mischief as she sipped her drink, her lips leaving a faint red stain on the glass. “What about you? Still pining for what you lost?”
Dan’s jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the glass a little harder. “You know I’ve never stopped wanting you, Jodee. I see you parading around, fucking anything that moves, and it drives me insane. I want you back. I want to remind you what it’s like to be fucked by someone who knows every inch of you.”
Jodee tilted her head, her gaze raking over him, assessing, taunting. “Big words, Dan. But can you still deliver? Or are you all talk now?” She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Because I’m not the same woman you remember. I’m hungrier. Wetter. And I don’t play nice.”
His cock twitched at her words, already hard under the denim. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the promise of something raw and untamed. “Oh, I can handle you, babe. Question is, can you handle me after all this time?”
She pulled back, her smile wicked as she stood, her ass swaying just enough to make his mouth water. “Meet me out back in five. Let’s see if you’ve still got it, or if I need to find someone else to scratch this itch.”
Dan watched her saunter toward the exit, her hips a hypnotic rhythm. His pulse raced, palms sweating as he downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp. He was already imagining her pussy, dripping and ready, and the thought had him panting before he even stood up. This wasn’t just a reunion—it was a fucking explosion waiting to happen.
He followed her out, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the fire in his veins. Jodee was waiting, leaning against the brick wall, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Tick tock, Danny. I’m horny as hell, and I don’t wait for anyone.”
Their banter was a fuse, and as he closed the distance, the air between them crackled. This was it—the moment they’d both been craving. And it was going to be messy, wild, and oh-so-fucking good.
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