Chapter 1: Sparks in the Dive
The city was a damn furnace, the kind of summer heat that made your skin stick to everything and your patience wear thinner than a cheap thong. Mia sat at the chipped counter of Rusty’s Dive, a hole-in-the-wall bar that smelled of stale beer and bad decisions. Her graphic design gig had her staring at screens all day, fixing other people’s shitty logos, and tonight, she needed a drink—or ten—to drown the frustration. Her tight black skirt hugged her thighs, riding up just enough to catch the eye, and her tank top clung to her curves, damp with the heat. She didn’t care who stared; she wasn’t here to play nice.
That’s when Jake walked in, all rough edges and raw energy, his construction boots scuffing the floor like he owned the place. His jeans were worn, tight in all the right places, and Mia’s sharp eyes caught the unmistakable bulge straining against the denim. Damn, she thought, that’s a tool I wouldn’t mind handling. He caught her gaze, his smirk slow and dangerous, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. He slid onto the stool next to her, his broad shoulders brushing hers, the heat of him cutting through the sticky air.
‘Hot enough for ya?’ he drawled, voice low and gravelly, ordering a beer without breaking eye contact.
Mia tilted her head, her lips curling into a wicked grin. ‘If you’re talking about the weather, I’m bored already. If you’re talking about yourself, I might need a closer look.’
Jake chuckled, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest, and took a long pull from his bottle. ‘Careful, darlin’. I don’t play games I can’t win.’
‘Good,’ she shot back, leaning in just enough to let him catch the scent of her perfume mixed with the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. ‘I don’t lose.’ Her eyes flicked down to his crotch again, unapologetic, and she felt a thrill as she noticed him shift, his cock clearly hard under the strain of her attention.
His gaze dropped too, lingering on the way her skirt barely covered her thighs, and she knew he could sense the heat radiating from her, the wet, dripping need she wasn’t bothering to hide. ‘You’re trouble,’ he muttered, but his hand brushed her knee under the bar, calloused fingers sending a jolt straight to her core.
‘And you’re begging to find out how much,’ she countered, her voice a purr as she slid off her stool, her hip grazing his as she nodded toward the back. ‘Bathroom. Now. Unless you’re all talk.’
Jake’s eyes darkened, a hungry edge to them as he stood, towering over her. ‘Lead the way, sweetheart. I’ve got plenty to say.’
The dimly lit hallway to the bathroom was narrow, the air thick with anticipation. Mia pushed open the door, not caring if anyone saw, and the second it clicked shut behind Jake, she was on him. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him close as their mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongue and raw, desperate heat. His hands found her ass, gripping hard through the fabric of her skirt, pulling her against the rigid length of him, and she moaned into his kiss, already aching for more.
‘You’ve got no idea how bad I want this,’ he growled against her lips, his breath hot and ragged.
‘Then shut up and show me,’ she snapped, dropping to her knees on the grimy tile, her fingers deftly working his belt. The promise of what was to come had her heart racing, her pussy throbbing with a need she couldn’t ignore, and as she freed him, she knew this was just the beginning of a long, sweaty night.
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