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Exhausted from her trip, Sophie stops for a late drink at the hotel bar, where the only other soul is Jake, the charming bartender. In the empty, dimly lit room, a playful conversation ignites into an undeniable attraction, hurtling them toward a single, heated encounter before last call.
Sophie’s pulse jumped where his skin met hers—a simple touch that felt like a live wire. The bar was a silent, dim world of their own making. Jake’s gaze held hers as he slowly wiped the counter, his
The polished wood of the bar was cool against her back as he leaned over it, his body a wall of heat. His hand, still damp from the sink, came up to cradle her jaw, thumb stroking the frantic pulse in
The fullness was everything. He was buried to the hilt, a claiming so complete it stole her breath. She saw the raw shock of it in his eyes—this wasn't just sex, it was a collision. And when he began
The last thread of restraint snapped. Sophie didn't close the distance—she surged across it, her mouth finding his in a collision that was less a kiss and more a claiming. It was salt and whiskey and
The world narrowed to the cold, hard press of the bar against her back and the scorching heat of him pushing inside. Every thrust was a claiming, a punctuation to the hunger that had simmered between