Chapter 1: Old Flames, New Fires
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 flicked her way, and she reveled in it. After splitting with Jordan, she’d shed the weight of monogamy and rediscovered her wild, slutty side—a side that craved the thrill of a stranger’s touch and the power of her own seduction. Her ex-husband Dan sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey, his jaw tightening as he caught sight of her. She smirked. Let him stew. She wasn’t here for him… or was she?
'Well, damn, Jodee, didn’t expect to see you playing the field so soon,' Dan drawled, his voice a mix of sarcasm and raw hunger as she slid onto the stool next to him. His eyes roamed her body, lingering on the swell of her hips. 'Thought you’d be crying over Jordan, not looking like a fucking feast.'
Jodee laughed, sharp and unapologetic, leaning in just enough for him to catch the scent of her jasmine perfume. 'Oh, Dan, I stopped crying over men the day I left your sorry ass. I’m here to devour, not to be devoured. But you… you look like you’re starving.' Her gaze dropped pointedly to his lap, where she could already see the outline of his interest. 'Still got that itch for me, huh?'
Dan’s smirk was all teeth, a predator recognizing another. 'You know I do, babe. Always did. You’re thicker now, and fuck, it’s hot. I’d kill to get my hands on that ass again.' He sipped his drink, but his knuckles were white around the glass. 'Question is, you still got the guts to handle me?'
She tossed her hair back, her laugh low and dangerous. 'Handle you? Sweetheart, I’d break you in half and leave you begging for more. I’ve been fucking my way through this town, and trust me, I’ve learned tricks you couldn’t dream of.' Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, deliberate and teasing. 'But I’m not here for nostalgia. Unless you’ve got something new to offer.'
Dan leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. 'I’ve got plenty, Jodee. My cock’s been hard for you since the second you walked in. I’d bend you over this bar right now if I thought you’d let me.' His voice dropped to a growl. 'Bet that pussy’s still as wet as I remember. Dripping for a real man, not those boys you’ve been playing with.'
Jodee’s eyes flashed with challenge, her thighs pressing together under the bar as heat pooled low in her belly. 'Keep talking, Dan. You’re all bark, no bite. I’m not some submissive little thing anymore. If I want you, I’ll take you. And trust me, I’d have you sweating and panting before you even got close to me.' She slid a hand along her own thigh, drawing his gaze, her voice a purr. 'But I’m not sure you’re worth my time tonight.'
Dan’s grin was feral now, his hand brushing hers as he stood, towering over her. 'Let’s find out, then. Back room. Now. Unless you’re scared I’ll make you cum so hard you forget every other fuck you’ve had this month.'
Jodee stood too, her body brushing against his as she pushed past, her ass grazing his groin deliberately. 'Scared? Baby, I’m horny as hell, and you’re just a toy I might play with. Let’s see if you can keep up.' She led the way, her hips swaying with purpose, knowing he was already hooked. The back room door clicked shut behind them, the air thick with tension and the promise of raw, explosive release.
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