Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
The dimly lit bar on the edge of downtown pulsed with a sultry rhythm, the kind of place where secrets were whispered over bourbon and glances lingered just a little too long. Vivienne Carter sat at the polished counter, her crimson dress hugging every curve of her athletic frame, a glass of neat whiskey in her hand. She wasn’t here for the drinks, though. She was here for him.
Across the room, Jace Ryder leaned against a wall, his leather jacket slung over a chair, revealing a tight black tee that clung to his sculpted chest. His dark eyes locked on her, a predator’s gaze, but Vivienne wasn’t prey. She was a lioness, and she’d already decided he was worth the hunt.
She tilted her head, letting a smirk play on her lips as she raised her glass in a silent toast. Jace pushed off the wall, his stride confident, almost arrogant, as he closed the distance between them. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a storm brewing in the space between their bodies.
“Thought you’d never show,” Vivienne purred, her voice low and dripping with challenge. “I was starting to think you were all talk, Ryder.”
Jace chuckled, a deep, gravelly sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, darlin’, I’m a man of action. But I like to make a woman wait—just enough to get her... curious.”
She arched a brow, setting her glass down with deliberate slowness. “Curious? Honey, I’m way past that. I’m damn near impatient. So, what’s your next move, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?”
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, the scent of leather and musk wrapping around her. “My next move? I’m thinking about how that dress would look on the floor of my loft. But I’m a gentleman—I’ll let you call the shots. For now.”
Vivienne laughed, sharp and unapologetic, her hand brushing against his chest as she stood, matching his height in her heels. “A gentleman? Bullshit. I don’t play games with boys who think they’re in control. If I want something, I take it. Question is, can you keep up?”
Jace’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Try me, Viv. I’ve got stamina for days.”
She stepped closer, her lips hovering just an inch from his, her voice a dangerous whisper. “Good. Because I don’t do half-measures. When I’m in, I’m all in. And I expect the same.”
The heat between them was palpable, a live wire ready to spark. Vivienne’s fingers trailed down his arm, her nails grazing his skin, while Jace’s hand found the small of her back, pulling her just close enough to feel the hard line of his body against hers. The bar faded away, the noise, the people—none of it mattered. Her pulse raced, a primal need stirring deep within her, and she could see the same hunger mirrored in his eyes.
“Careful, Ryder,” she teased, her lips brushing his jawline. “I bite.”
“Promise?” he growled, his grip tightening, his other hand sliding to her hip, daring her to push further.
They were seconds from combustion, the tension so thick it could choke you. Vivienne knew they wouldn’t make it to his loft—not yet. The alley behind the bar, the backseat of a car, hell, even the bathroom—anywhere would do. She was already imagining the feel of his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her, the way she’d make him groan as she took control. Her pussy ached with anticipation, a wet heat building as she pictured riding him until they were both sweating, panting, lost in the raw, feral need of it all.
But for now, she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her smirk deadly. “Let’s see if you can handle me, Jace. Game on.”
To be continued...
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