“She is adorable,” Sophie Sinclair whispered to me as we watched Chloe pick an hors d'oeuvre off a serving tray and nibble at it like a little mouse.

“That she is. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met,” I confessed. “I’m…well, fuck I don’t know.”

“I’d say you’re smitten,” she replied with a sly grin. “It’s nice to see, I was starting to wonder if anyone would ever capture your attention.”

Sophie was one of the world’s hottest actresses and one of my best friends.

We’d dated for about a month six years ago, but after that time we’d realized that we made better friends than lovers and things had been great ever since.

Chloe seemed a little bowled over though, she was nervous around my usual crowd and I tried to remember what it had been like when I’d first found myself immersed in such company.

I put my arm around Chloe and leaned over to kiss her cheek, surprising us both.

Sophie raised her eyebrow, and told Chloe, “Good for you, get this feral savage domesticated at last.”

She was grabbed by a producer and pulled away, leaving me alone with Chloe at last.

“What was that for?” Chloe asked me and sipped her champagne.

The alcohol had gone right to her head, she was flushed bright pink and her normally warm brown eyes were sparking as brightly as the drink.

“I like you,” I said and squeezed her shoulder with my arm. “I really like you.”

The champagne was maybe getting to my head a little too because I was crossing a line.

Shit, I’d already crossed a line.

But I didn’t care if she was Peg’s guitar student, or that I was only in town for a short time.

I wanted her.

And as soon as I admitted it to myself, I couldn’t stop what happened next.

She stepped ahead and I dropped my arm.

She turned towards me and I took her glass and placed it on a table next to me with mine.

Her lips parted slightly as if she was going to say something, but I stepped towards her, towered over her, and bent to kiss her.

My mouth crashed against hers and I heard her gasp, felt her breath pass through her mouth into mine.

She tasted sweet, like champagne, I wrapped my arm around her waist and her body bent like a bow to fit against mine perfectly.

She made the smallest noise of pleasure, the tiniest little groan and my cock strained against my jeans, begging to be released.

I pushed her tongue down with mine and imagined how it would be to draw it across her body, suck on her breasts and taste the sweet champagne of her pussy.

A million lyrics raced through my mind and I wanted to compose a song for her, sing to her and about her.

Let the world know how she made me feel.

“Ah, there he is,” somebody said from behind me. “Doing what he does best.”

I pulled away from Chloe and looked down at her quickly before I turned around to face my friend, actor Drake Stone.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips looked almost bruised, they were so dark with desire.

Her tongue darted out and drew across them and her eyes were wide as if she was surprised.

I wanted to wrap my arms around her, throw her over my shoulder caveman style, and get her alone. Away from everybody else so we wouldn’t be interrupted again.

I felt somebody playfully punch my shoulder and finally turned around. Drake chuckled and said, “Who’s this new little piece of ass? Are we sharing tonight?”

Drake was a friend of mine. It was his pool party I was at when I broke my ankle and we’d been featured in more tabloids and on more gossip websites than I cared to admit.

And we’d shared many, many women.

We were pussy hounds and thought nothing of taking turns on a hot fan girl…or two, or three…

But right then I wanted to punch him right in the smug face for saying such a thing about Chloe.

My girl.

I scowled at him and said, “I’m not up for that tonight. This is Chloe, she’s with me.”

I stepped forward slightly to keep myself between her and him.

I didn’t know if I was defending her honor or keeping her away from him, just in case she became dazzled by his charming good looks and decided she did want to be shared tonight.

Shit.

I was jealous.

That was a new one.

I was fucking jealous. I didn’t want anyone to look at Chloe with bad intentions, I didn’t want anyone to lust after her gorgeous body or want to kiss her beautiful lips.

“Hey Chloe, I’m Drake,” he said and flashed the charming smile that had women willing to do anything for him all over the world.

“Hi,” she said and stood behind me, holding onto my arm. “I liked you in Zombie Tango.”

“Awe, that’s too sweet. Would you like to get a drink and talk about it some time?” Drake asked, giving her a cheeky wink.

“No, she would not,” I replied and bristled at the thought of it.

“Oh, what’s this now?” Drake asked in mock horror. His crisp British accent made him almost comical. “Was Sophie right? Are you…smitten?”

“I just know what kind of guy you are and what kind of woman Chloe is…you’re not compatible,” I replied.

Drake continued to make small talk and flirt with Chloe, but to my relief she seemed completely unaffected by his charms.

Chloe held her own, she kept a glass of champagne in her hand pretty much the entire time and managed to use her razor sharp wit and self-confidence to handle any celebrity encounters.

I admired her for it, I’d tossed her right into the deep end and she was swimming like she owned the pool.

Finally though, I’d had enough.

Enough of a kiss here and there until we were interrupted. Enough of every man in the room making the moves on Chloe, trying to get her away from me or yank my chain.

I wasn’t playing, so I needed to get her alone.

It might have been the alcohol I’d been drinking, but I wanted her bad.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I whispered in her ear just after midnight.

“Your place? Are you trying to seduce me?” she asked with a grin.

“I might be,” I replied and kissed her neck. “Okay, yes. Yes I am.”

“Then let’s go,” she replied and my cock throbbed so hard it ached.

I ached.

I needed to touch her, taste her, hear her call out my name and see her beautiful face thrown back in ecstasy.

I pulled her into the safety of my arm and we navigated our way out of the event.

I told the driver to meet us at the side entrance, far away from the reporters waiting to see guests exit. I didn’t want her to get scared away, to realize how our every move would be scrutinized if she was with me.

The moment we got into the back of the car, she and I were all over each other. Our kissing and touching was getting ramped up, and I felt almost too hot in the confines of the vehicle.

“This is insane,” she murmured against my ear as I nibbled on her neck. “You’re Gavin Pierce. I’m boring old Chloe Kingston. How is this happening?”

“You’re not boring,” I said, my voice thick with lust, surprising me at the emotion settled there. “You’re fucking beautiful. You’re graceful. You’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met and you’re hilarious.”

I kissed her neck again, moving to her collarbone. I slid my hand up her thigh, between her legs and found the heat of her cleft through her silky panties. I prodded gently and heard her gasp at my touch.

“And did I mention…you’re fucking sexy. Unbelievably hot and you don’t even have to try. You just are.”

“You’re flattering me just to get into my panties,” she giggled and opened her legs just slightly.

“I would never tell you anything other than the absolute truth,” I breathed out and kissed her exposed flesh. “If it happens to make you want me…that’s just a wonderful side effect.”

She didn’t reply, she just ran her hands through my thick hair and wove her fingers in it, grasping hold.

I moved down a little, but the damned cast on my ankle got in my way and I couldn’t get low enough to get to where I wanted.

But the car came to a stop at last and we got out, kissing and keeping each other up through the lobby of my building…straight to the elevator.

I scanned my thumb for the penthouse suite and she fell against me, almost knocking both of us over.

The booze had gotten to both our heads, more than I’d realized.

The elevator door opened into my place and we barely saw a thing as we kissed our way out of our shoes, then clothes, and made our way to my bedroom.

The time for words was long passed, I wanted Chloe in my bed and I wanted her immediately.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasped as I stepped back and looked her up and down.

Her skin was flawless, her curves in all the right places, and her breasts were perfect…and obviously natural.

I loved every inch of her gorgeous body, but even more than that, I loved how our minds seemed to mesh so well together.

“I almost believe it when you say it,” she said, looking down, her thick black lashes fanning out on her pink cheeks. Her bashful nature was another huge turn on, I couldn’t wait to wake the wanton slut hiding somewhere inside.

“Believe it because it’s true,” I replied and hooked my finger under her chin. I lifted her face up to look at me. “Every man there tonight couldn’t stop staring at you. You didn’t need to be on the big screen, or on Instagram, or on the cover of a magazine…you didn’t need designer clothes or expensive make up, Chloe. Your beauty is part of you, not something you’ve manufactured. It just is.”

“I don’t know what to say. Not when I’m looking into the most incredible eyes of the hottest man I’ve ever seen. And even before we met, I have to admit that you’ve always been my secret celebrity crush.”

“Secret?”

“I couldn’t tell my friends, I’m serious, intellectual Chloe. How crazy is it that I want a rock star?”

“But now you know you don’t want the rock star, babe,” I said quietly. “You want me.”

“God, do I ever,” she said and looked down where my massive cock was standing at attention between us. “All of you.”

“I’m all yours,” I replied and swept her into my arms.

I carried her to my bed and set her down. I kissed her until she fell back with her legs dangling over the edge, and as much as I wanted to split her cunt with the head of my aching shaft, I wanted to savor this moment.

I wanted this moment to be more than a one night stand, I wanted this to be the start of so much more.

A relationship, a partnership…even a lifetime together.

If she would have me.

I kissed her deeply, our mouths crushing against each other and our tongues swirling endlessly as I slid my hand lower.

I skittered across her quivering abdomen and cupped the mound of her perfectly trimmed pussy.

It felt like it had been created for my hand, it fit as well as my guitar and I couldn’t wait to pluck her strings and make her sing for me.

I slipped my finger inside of her and began to slide it in and out slowly, but I noticed she wasn’t reacting as I’d expected her to.

Her kisses had become too slow, almost unenthusiastic.

My stomach twitched at the thought of her not being into this.

I broke away and looked at her.

Her eyes were closed.

“Chloe, babe, how much have you had to drink?” I asked.

“Not so mush say sokay less fuck now…”

She was mumbling and barely coherent.

My perfect, gorgeous, current obsession and the possible love of my life was passing out.

I sighed and stood up, licking my finger to at least have a little taste of my beautiful girl.

She was as delicious as I’d expected.

But I was a gentleman, in spite of the tabloid rumors about my reputation, and I could never do anything to Chloe without her consent.

Besides, where was the fun in that? I’d have to be kind of a giant fucking loser to want a woman who couldn’t enjoy it.

Even if I wasn’t falling madly in love with her, I’d still want her to have several orgasms before I came.

But with Chloe, all I wanted was to make her feel good. To unlock that wild part of her and to have her riding my cock with her hands on my chest, screaming my name and flinging her mane of hair around.

So I gently picked her up and pulled back the covers.

I set her down and tucked her in.

I then went and had a shower where I took care of the raging hard on that wasn’t going to go away with a girl like that in my bed.

And as I exploded my seed in the hot water, her face was all I saw.

She was the only thing that would get me off, the only one I wanted.

I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and climbed into bed with her, put my arm around her and spooned her.

She murmured something in her sleep and wiggled her ass against me, threatening to make me achingly hard again.

Somehow I managed to let myself just enjoy the moment with her in my arms. The scent of her hair in my nose, the feel of her smooth skin under my fingers, and the quiet sound of her breathing as I joined her in sleep.