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Rhythms of the Heart

“Perfect. Keep them coming, and don’t let my streak falter,” Jax replied, satisfaction evident in his tone before he joined Zara on the dance floor. Everything was going flawlessly, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of exhilaration coursing through him.

As the night deepened, the party became a sultry blur of glamour and indulgence. The dance floor thrummed with energy, bodies swaying to the seductive beat of the music, laughter mingling with the clink of glasses being endlessly refilled. The air was thick with excitement, a charged atmosphere that made every glance and touch feel electric.

In the midst of it all, Zara and Jax moved together, their bodies close, perfectly in sync. Their chemistry was palpable, a magnetic force that drew them tighter with every step. Jax's hands slid down her back, his touch lingering, sending shivers through her. Zara responded, pressing into him, her body melting against his in a rhythm that was both sensual and teasing. Their movements weren't just dance; they were a silent conversation of desire, each shift of their hips, each brush of skin, fueling the undeniable heat between them.

Jax's breath was warm against Zara’s neck as he leaned in, his lips grazing her ear. "You feel incredible," he whispered, his voice low and intimate, meant only for her. Zara’s heart raced, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before slipping down to rest on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat beneath his shirt.

Just then, Mark, a former friend turned business rival, swaggered up to them and shouted over the music, “Jax, you’re the envy of every bachelor in town. You’ve got the beauty, the brains, and the wealth. How do you manage it?” His words were laced with envy, the result of years of losing business deals to Jax.

Zara met Mark’s gaze with a confident smile, feeling Jax’s hand on her back. “Honestly, I’m the lucky one here. Jax is everything I’ve ever wanted—charming, ambitious, and knows how to treat a woman right. I couldn’t ask for more.”

Jax laughed, a confident grin spreading across his face, “Having the best woman by my side makes me look good. Let’s be honest—Zara is the real showstopper here, and I’m just lucky to keep up with her.”

Their playful words made Mark scowl, and he quickly walked away, clearly uncomfortable with their teasing. Watching him retreat, Zara whispered, “Why’d you even invite him? He’s not your friend anymore; he’s your rival.”

Jax smirked and shrugged, glancing at her. “I just wanted to see his jealous face,” he replied, his tone wicked.

“Poor Mark,” Zara said, resting her head on Jax’s shoulder as they swayed to the music. The crowd buzzed around them, some hitting the karaoke machine while others danced with renewed energy. The music throbbed, lights flashed in sync, and the atmosphere was charged with joy.

Zara's phone, ignored and flashing in the dim light, buzzed silently.

She was too wrapped up in the moment to check it.

"Zara, let's call it a night," Daniel called out, visibly tired and out of breath from dancing.

"We're not leaving yet," Zara slurred, her tone heavy from the wine. "We're celebrating till morning."

"Zara, I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow. Let me go," Daniel pleaded.

"No one's bailing," Zara insisted with a mischievous grin. "Besides, Lisa's been watching you all night. She's in the mood for more than just dancing—I can tell."

Daniel glanced over at Lisa, her bold moves and alluring dress making it impossible to ignore. He sighed, realizing his plans might just shift. "All right, maybe that meeting can wait," he said, moving toward Lisa with a smirk.”

“Why are you standing still? Dance, my love. It’s our night. Let’s make it unforgettable,” Jax murmured, his voice low and urgent.

He pulled Zara closer, his hands sliding beneath her shoulders and moving down the side of her curves. His fingers traced the contour of her body, skimming over her waist and hips with a slow, deliberate touch. Each caress was a blend of desire and possessiveness as if he was claiming every inch of her.

Zara’s response was immediate. Her hands slid down to rest on Jax’s thighs, her fingers lightly squeezing as she felt the strength beneath his tailored pants. She drew herself closer, her touch becoming more insistent as if urging him to feel her longing. Their bodies pressed together, moving in a rhythm that was both seductive and demanding. The connection between them was electric, a silent conversation of need and passion that pulsed with every beat of the music.

Meanwhile, Zara’s phone continued to ring, but she remained oblivious to the growing number of missed calls.

Her focus was solely on Jax and the vibrant chaos around them.

As the night wore on, the party showed no signs of slowing down. Zara and Jax were at the center of the celebration, their love and joy palpable. The clock edged closer to midnight, but for Zara and Jax, the night was a perfect start to their future, filled with dreams, love, and endless possibilities.

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