All Chapters of Best Friends' Reckless Cravings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"I am starving, Len." Alex didn't know when the words slipped out, but they hung in the air between them, heavy with a meaning that had nothing to do with food. Lena was doing something to him tonight. Something dangerous. For the fifteenth time, she narrated how she'd tackled the intruder to the floor, her voice loud and excited as she paced her cramped living room. Alex had stopped listening before she even finished the first telling. His attention had snagged on the way her tiny booty shorts clung to her curvy hips, the skin-tight crop top that stopped just beneath her breasts and rode up to expose her bare midriff, the movement of her full lips as she spoke, hitting him with a hunger he couldn't shake. "Then I just grabbed the lamp and told him if he moved, I'd bash his brains in!" Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, glasses perched on her nose as she demonstrated some questionable karate move, punching the air with theatrical ferocity. The way her hips swayed as she pac

Alex glanced at his watch. Barely noon, and he'd accomplished nothing. Half-finished emails glared from his monitor, reports sat untouched, her silence eating at him like acid. "Mr. Voss, you have a call on line two." His assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Take a message," he snapped, then immediately regretted his tone. He pressed the button again. "Sorry, Megan. Just take a message." He checked his phone again. No reply from Lena. He'd sent three more texts since this morning. Each showed as delivered, none as read. He'd tried calling twice but straight to voicemail both times. His office door opened without a knock, and Sam Carter strolled in with his usual casual confidence. "Hey, boss, got a minute? Need to discuss the Morrison account-" "Do you know how to knock?" Alex cut him off. He never socialized with his employees, but because he had one as his best friend, he allowed her work friends to drop formalities. Right now, Sam was crossing a line. Even Lena kn

The door slammed shut behind them, swallowing the noise of the club, the music, the world. Lena had dragged Alex into a small private room, the air thick with jasmine and sweat and his intoxicating cologne, making her head spin as she pressed her back against the door, pulse roaring in her ears. Alex's chest heaved, his eyes blazed with shock, fury, and hunger in equal measure. The same hunger that had burned in his gaze when he'd lied to her, when he'd told her his arousal was for Nancy. Lena should have turned away, should have bolted the second she'd seen him standing there frozen in the crowd. But she didn't. Because this was the moment she'd fantasized about for years. The moment he would finally see her, the real her she'd buried under friendship and laughter and late-night gaming sessions. The her she only ever let loose in the dark, with strangers who didn't matter. And now he knew. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the mask still dangling from her hand, letting it

The way Alex stood in her doorway made Lena's pulse thrum low in her belly. She wanted to reach out, yank that tie loose, and drag his mouth to hers until he forgot whatever had him looking like he wanted to burn the world down. But she couldn't, not with Sam still here, his presence a goddamn cockblock. "Not at all. You came just in time. Sam and I just finished." "Finished what?" Lena let her fingers toy with the corner of her towel, tugging it down just enough to reveal fresh skin. "What does it look like, Alexi?" Sam appeared beside her then, fully dressed now. He cleared his throat. "Uh, thanks for tonight, Lena. I'll get going." "Not yet, handsome. You have to help me with my wounds." She smiled, licking her lips. "It's in a tricky spot." "Leave." Alex interrupted, stepping inside and shouldering past Sam with a death glare that could have melted steel. "Right. See you at work, Lena." Sam hurried out. The sound of the door shutting echoed through her apartment. Alex stoo

"Fuck no," Lena repeated, scrambling backward off the bed, wiping his cum from her face with the back of her hand. "You think I'm going to be your exclusive little plaything for sixty days?"Alex sat up, confused. "That's not it.""That's exactly what you're saying!" She grabbed her clothes from the floor. "Sixty days of me being only yours, and then what? You disappear to another country and I'm supposed to just accept that? It's always about control with you!" She pulled on her skirt angrily, not caring that his release was still drying on her skin.His jaw tightened. "I fired you for a good reason—""And I'm supposed to thank you for making choices for me without even telling me?"Cold silence settled between them."You know, sometimes you need other people's help in seeing what you truly need, what's good and what's bad for you. Just like Zentharis.""Alex." Her voice went deadly quiet. "What did you do to Zentharis?"He looked away. "I bought it.""You what?""I bought it to prot