Chapter One
"Another Caribbean Cosmo with a twist for the birthday girl, and keep them coming."
Shane Sullivan's gaze turned toward the owner of the whiskey-tinged voice as he sat deep in the shadows of the bar, mesmerized by the stunning brunette who'd been at the center of his carnal dreams for the past two years. The dark haired beauty perched on a nearby bar stool with her legs crossed, those ‘fuck me’ stilettos with the ankle straps making him so hard the zipper on his jeans cut into his skin.
Her sexy body created a vision that included all kinds of dark, forbidden intentions. His cock jumped to attention, reminding him of his recent celibate state. Great, just great . Ava Denotti was still gorgeous, and he found himself reacting the same way as when he'd first laid eyes on her.
Shane took a long pull from the bottle of cold beer while his eyes drank in every facet of her. A stunning woman from dark brown waves that framed her beautiful face to the crimson dress that left nothing to the imagination and outlined a full-figured body created for pleasuring a man. And he wanted to be that man. Her heels were black as midnight, and visions of those legs wrapped around him while he fucked her all night shot steamy signals to his groin.
His eyes moved upward, and settled on rounded breasts that would fit his hands and then some. A full-lipped mouth, now pouted, would circle and suck his cock until he shot his load down her throat. Shane imagined what it would feel like when, not if, those lovely polished fingers gripped him inside her heat in the midst of some mind blowing sex.
Her right hand was shaking slightly where she held the martini glass. She appeared a little tipsy, which he found hot and seductive.
Shane's eyes continued their journey, slowly sliding from those erotic heels to her shapely calves and up to the tiny opening of her bodice, showing just the hint of flesh. Ava Denotti had no idea how sexy she looked sipping that drink.
How would she react when he tunneled his fingers through her thick hair? How hot would her pussy be after she wrapped her legs around his waist, and that smoky voice begged him to pleasure her?
Slow down, boy. You're getting way ahead of yourself.
In the meantime, he secretly willed her to look his way, and as if she'd read his mind, slowly she turned and settled a pair of moss green eyes on him. A bullet of desire shot right though his solar plexus.
He'd discovered that Ava was celebrating her birthday. That information came from the pretty bartender, Elena, who suggested Shane treat the birthday girl to a drink. He readily agreed. Maybe his dream of finally getting closer to Ava would come to fruition now that she was divorced. He didn't dare approach her two years before, while she was still married to the son of a bitch who ran away with Shane's ex-fiancee, Brittany. Placing the empty bottle on the table, he rose and headed toward her.
Let the games begin.
The birthday girl patiently waited while Elena made liquid magic with the liquor. She mixed the ingredients in a shaker, added shaved ice and blended Ava's favorite drink.
After pouring the completed concoction into a martini glass, Elena added a splash of lime, a twist of lemon and slid the drink in front of Ava.
"Here you go boss, happy fortieth."
"Shit, don't remind me,” Ava muttered. She saluted Elena with the glass and took a generous sip, savoring the delicious blend of fruit and liquor. With any luck at all, a few more of these babies and she wouldn't remember what day it was.
Ah, too late. How could she forget the day she officially turned into a cliche? Forty, the big 4-0, she mused. Perched on a corner bar stool, she wondered why on earth she'd dressed up to sit in her own bar. True, she loved her stunning black lace number that did little to hide her generous curves. Maybe she'd worn it because her ex-husband, Richard, or Dick the Prick as she now called him, told her the dress was too tight because of
"Another Caribbean Cosmo with a twist for the birthday girl, and keep them coming."
Shane Sullivan's gaze turned toward the owner of the whiskey-tinged voice as he sat deep in the shadows of the bar, mesmerized by the stunning brunette who'd been at the center of his carnal dreams for the past two years. The dark haired beauty perched on a nearby bar stool with her legs crossed, those ‘fuck me’ stilettos with the ankle straps making him so hard the zipper on his jeans cut into his skin.
Her sexy body created a vision that included all kinds of dark, forbidden intentions. His cock jumped to attention, reminding him of his recent celibate state. Great, just great . Ava Denotti was still gorgeous, and he found himself reacting the same way as when he'd first laid eyes on her.
Shane took a long pull from the bottle of cold beer while his eyes drank in every facet of her. A stunning woman from dark brown waves that framed her beautiful face to the crimson dress that left nothing to the imagination and outlined a full-figured body created for pleasuring a man. And he wanted to be that man. Her heels were black as midnight, and visions of those legs wrapped around him while he fucked her all night shot steamy signals to his groin.
His eyes moved upward, and settled on rounded breasts that would fit his hands and then some. A full-lipped mouth, now pouted, would circle and suck his cock until he shot his load down her throat. Shane imagined what it would feel like when, not if, those lovely polished fingers gripped him inside her heat in the midst of some mind blowing sex.
Her right hand was shaking slightly where she held the martini glass. She appeared a little tipsy, which he found hot and seductive.
Shane's eyes continued their journey, slowly sliding from those erotic heels to her shapely calves and up to the tiny opening of her bodice, showing just the hint of flesh. Ava Denotti had no idea how sexy she looked sipping that drink.
How would she react when he tunneled his fingers through her thick hair? How hot would her pussy be after she wrapped her legs around his waist, and that smoky voice begged him to pleasure her?
Slow down, boy. You're getting way ahead of yourself.
In the meantime, he secretly willed her to look his way, and as if she'd read his mind, slowly she turned and settled a pair of moss green eyes on him. A bullet of desire shot right though his solar plexus.
He'd discovered that Ava was celebrating her birthday. That information came from the pretty bartender, Elena, who suggested Shane treat the birthday girl to a drink. He readily agreed. Maybe his dream of finally getting closer to Ava would come to fruition now that she was divorced. He didn't dare approach her two years before, while she was still married to the son of a bitch who ran away with Shane's ex-fiancee, Brittany. Placing the empty bottle on the table, he rose and headed toward her.
Let the games begin.
The birthday girl patiently waited while Elena made liquid magic with the liquor. She mixed the ingredients in a shaker, added shaved ice and blended Ava's favorite drink.
After pouring the completed concoction into a martini glass, Elena added a splash of lime, a twist of lemon and slid the drink in front of Ava.
"Here you go boss, happy fortieth."
"Shit, don't remind me,” Ava muttered. She saluted Elena with the glass and took a generous sip, savoring the delicious blend of fruit and liquor. With any luck at all, a few more of these babies and she wouldn't remember what day it was.
Ah, too late. How could she forget the day she officially turned into a cliche? Forty, the big 4-0, she mused. Perched on a corner bar stool, she wondered why on earth she'd dressed up to sit in her own bar. True, she loved her stunning black lace number that did little to hide her generous curves. Maybe she'd worn it because her ex-husband, Richard, or Dick the Prick as she now called him, told her the dress was too tight because of
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