The music throbbed like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the floor and up her spine. Strobe lights flickered above, painting the room in fleeting shadows, but her attention was locked on two men across the bar—both dark-haired, tattooed, and smoldering like sin carved into flesh.

She hadn’t planned to dance tonight, hadn’t even planned to flirt. But her heels were already moving, hips swaying with the bass as if her body had made the decision without her.

One of them—tall, with a silver ring through his bottom lip—caught her eye and smirked. He loved her dance moves and the way her guardless br**sts jiggled beneath her sleeveless v-cut slit dress....