Chapter 1

A knock caused Hendrix to halt in the living room. His fingers ran through his thick, dark locks before reaching for the handle. Chloe, his childhood best friend, stood there, wearing a pale pink sundress and sandals. Her auburn curls cascaded down her back. She glanced up at him with her rich emerald eyes and a smile playing on her lips. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“You gonna stand there and gawk or let me in?” She asked, hand on her hip.

Hendrix held the heavy wooden door open as she tiptoed over the threshold and wavered, taking in his new mansion. He upgraded from his penthouse apartment, wanting to do something with all the money in his account just sitting there. He observed as she took in the first floor. The grand entranceway left her marveling at its tall ceilings and majestic woodwork. An enormous chandelier glittered overhead, casting prisms of light across the walls. As Chloe studied the surroundings. He smiled. One day, he’d make this his home with someone.

He wouldn’t reject a one-night stand, but wanted someone else. He had been Chloe’s friend since grade school, but craved more.

Chloe’s long, slender fingers grazed the walls as she made her way through Hendrix’s lavish first floor, eyes wider than saucers. “I mean, I get that you’re rich, but you bought this?” she said, spinning to face him with incredulity.

“It’s all mine,” he smiled, gesturing for her to follow. “It’s a wonderful place for our Thursday night get-togethers. Wait until you check out the theater room.”

Chloe halted in her tracks, mouth agape. “You are kidding me, right? Who has a theater in their house?”

Hendrix raised his hand and chuckled. “I do. This way!” he said, leading her through a maze of winding hallways until they reached an elaborate movie-theater style room. The plush, red seats were a welcoming sight. A small refrigerator filled with drinks and snacks sat in the corner.

It was one of the main reasons he bought this house, for this room. Thursdays were Netflix and Chill with Chloe. He paid too much, but seeing her reaction was priceless..

The luxurious room was fit for a celebrity, with plush rugs, fancy furniture, and an enormous flat-screen television mounted to the wall. “Wow! This is amazing!” she exclaimed, plopping into a reclining chair.

This room was just for her. He would allow no other woman in this room besides their friend Sasha. Hendrix might get his needs fulfilled, but he wanted to keep this special.

Hendrix eased himself into the chair next to her. “So what do you want to watch?” he asked, gesturing towards the television.

Every week was different, and he never knew what she would choose. Romantic Comedy. Horror. Crime show. He always sat back and let her pick. He was only interested in alone time with her..

Chloe grabbed the remote and flipped through several channels before settling on a movie they both watched when they were younger.

“Oh my gosh, do you remember this?” she asked, shoving his shoulder. “We watched this together at my house like a decade ago. You hated it because of the kissing. Always made such a fuss about that.”

“Way to call me out. Just turn it up and let me be the judge as an adult, okay? Maybe it won’t be so bad.”

They cuddled up together underneath a soft, plush blanket that had seen better days. The buttery yellow light from the TV illuminated their faces. Chloe let out a giggle and Hendrix leaned in closer, taking in her sweet scent. Her presence intoxicated him, as always. After a few rounds of cocktails, their usual playful banter changed to something more intimate and meaningful.

His face was inches from hers, and their eyes locked. What should I do? This was his chance to kiss her. Hendrix had been wanting to escape the friend zone with Chloe for two decades.. So, he mustered up all his courage and planted a tender kiss on her lips.

“What are you doing?” Chloe asked, pushing him away. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and hesitated before speaking. “It’s been a while since I...since anyone has kissed me,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed.

Her heart beat just as quickly as his own. He ran his fingers along her arm as he weighed his words. He wanted to be truthful—even if for one night.

He accepted his fate with Chloe, but now here she was by his side. He could not pass up this chance.

He noticed a deep longing in her eyes, one he recognized, and it stirred something within him—she had gone without touch for three years. Slowly, he leaned towards her until their lips met again. The kiss was gentle but passionate, and when he pushed her closer to him, she melted into his embrace.

This was my dream come true.

Hendrix knew he had to speak up. “Listen, it can be one night, no strings, no expectations. I want you, Chloe. So bad. You deserved to be touched, cherished, worshiped.”

Her eyes locked on his, and he wanted to savor every inch of her body. Time had come to fulfill his dreams. He was the most prepared he’d ever been. He may break out of the friend zone..

A surge of heat flowed through Hendrix. His hands roamed down her back and down the curve of her hips as she pressed against him. She is perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“Fuck,” Chloe breathed, her voice husky with desire.

God, she was going to sound so fucking hot saying my name in ecstasy.

They were like magnets, pulled toward each other with an irresistible force that left them breathless. One night would never be enough. But now that they’d crossed this line, what would happen? Kissing was one thing, but sex?

Hendrix knew how much sleeping with someone meant to Chloe. She had all of one one-night stands her entire life. She waited months before taking things further in a relationship. He admired that, because he never had that self control. But here she was. Her body begged him to give her what she needed so desperately.

Hendrix and Chloe left their sexual chemistry dormant for far too long. Everything around them faded away. Hendrix brushed her hair away from her face and grazed his fingers along her jawline before leaning in to continue kissing her. He couldn’t get enough of her. If he only had one night, he had to make it count.

Desire was radiating from her body, but he had to be sure. So, he stood up and stepped back from the reclining chairs. Chloe’s eyes drinking him in. “Are you sure you want to?”

When Chloe nodded, he grinned before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her upstairs towards his bedroom. Never did he dream of having her in his bedroom. Could this be a sign? Were things coming together for them?

Chloe stood in front of his bed with a sly smile. Who was this vixen? He had never seen this side of her before, and it was fucking beautiful. He never wanted this night to end.

“Do you want me?” he whispered in a low voice.

Chloe answered by removing her clothes one by one, never taking her eyes off of Hendrix.

She’s going to be the death of me.

He took his clothes off layer by layer until they were both naked and began exploring each other like a secret language.

Hendrix moved his hands down Chloe’s body, taking in her silky skin. His fingers moved lower still, finding her most sensitive spots. Her breathing became more rapid as he teased her nipples and traced circles around her navel. She was getting wetter and wetter with each touch.

You have no fucking clue how much I want you.

Hendrix moved down her body, settling between her thighs and looking up at her with a hunger in his eyes. He might only have one night with her, but fuck if he would not try to maximize the time he had to fulfill some of his fantasies. He licked her, wanting her to come undone under his touch, and her body rocked with pleasure. She moaned, begging him to never stop. The first orgasm would come fast, especially after not being touched in so long, but the others he would enjoy the most. Sometimes it was fun to see how long a girl could last. The way her hair splayed on his comforter and her face turned red only made his dick harder. Her hands clenched around my sheets.

“Holy fuck, Hendrix. Don’t stop!”

She was getting close to climax, and he seemed to know what she needed. He moved his thumb to her clit, pressing it firmly. He begged for her to come at his touch as she exploded. Nothing was sexier than seeing her body quiver, the way her back arched, and the moans that erupting from her throat. Better than any daydream he had.

“I need you!” she said, using her leg to inch him up her until he was pressing into her most needed place. “Please… I want to feel you inside me.”

He never expected to hear her say those words.

Hendrix moved up her body and kissed her once more before easing himself inside of her. She gasped when he was inside of her. She was tight and so fucking wet. He picked up the pace with each thrust. He wanted to make the most of tonight before returning to the friend zone.

Chloe’s nails dug into his bare skin as she cried out his name. He gazed into her eyes, never faltering as she reached the peak of pleasure and he followed suit.

She drove him crazy.. Sex had never been like this before. Chloe said sex was amazing when you had feelings for the other person, but he didn’t believe her. He had never been sexually intimate with someone he was in love with.

After they both come down, he kissed her, enjoying the moment but knowing it wouldn’t last forever. Not wanting it to end, he rolled them over so that she was on top and he could see her body in all its beauty as she moved.

I’m not done with you yet.

Chloe took control now, moving slowly at first but then picking up the pace as Hendrix groaned beneath her touch. This image forever etched itself into his mind. Focus on the present, damnit. She rose and fell in perfect rhythm with his thrusts until they were both lost in pleasure.

He held onto Chloe for a few moments before rolling off of her and onto the bed next to her, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He pondered confessing when she sat up and dressed. Fuck, did she already regret it?

“Where are you going? You don’t have to rush out.”

She tugged her dress over her head and then slipped on her shoes. “I gotta open the store in the morning and it’s already two.”

Without another word, she walked right out of my bedroom and was gone.