Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

A kiss

Aaron choked on his drink.

I immediately got excited.

Did I hit the nail on the head?!

I raised my eyebrows with a devious smirk. He must’ve done something with another man. I looked him up and down.

He’s not bisexual, is he?

“Is this forbidden love of yours… for a man?” Truth be told, I have never been one for gossip, but Aaron was making it so easy to jump to conclusions.

He coughed harder and I watched his usual composed expression cra*k little by little. Everyone around us was looking at him now, but he couldn’t stop coughing. Eventually, I had to drag him to the bathroom.

He leaned over the marble stink, still coughing. His neck was tense and his face was red. I patted him on the back while I waited for him to stop overreacting.

“Whatever it is, don’t get so worked up. Take it slow. I have all night to listen.” I felt wicked for it, but I couldn’t conceal the joy and excitement in my tone.

After a few minutes, Aaron finally calmed down.

“Olive…” Aaron narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You would have a lot more fun spending the night listening to your own screams than to my old stories… I know I would…”

He leaned down again to splash his face with water before locking his glacial eyes on me again. Without looking away, he grabbed a paper towel off the countertop and handed it to me. Then he raised his eyebrows and motioned for me to wipe his face.

I didn’t refuse.

I took it from him and lifted it to his mouth. His lips were soft, and the droplets of water rolling down his cheeks made him even sexier up close. I traced the corner of his mouth through the napkin, and when I looked up, I saw my smiling face reflected in his eyes.

don’t have to answer, but you don’t have to kill yourself either. It’s none of

keep this between us?” Aaron’s eyes darkened lustfully. He looked at me as

tossed the damp napkin in the

“I can

I lifted my chin and waited for him to go

my breath was stolen. The taste of champagne was warm on my mouth as

and tried to reason

strength of his muscles. His arms wrapped around my waist, clamped

no matter how I turned my head. He pressed his body forward and pinned me against the counter. My attempts to shove him away looked like gentle caresses against his

at my lips like

word. I was only able

it felt too intimate!

sudden. He was kissing me uncontrollably. No matter how much I wanted to refuse-how much I wanted to escape-he wouldn’t let go of me. It felt

anything. I had the vague sense that someone pushed the bathroom door open, but it didn’t seem like

resolve disintegrated. His kisses were so g*dda*n delicious… I accepted his every lick and bite, and surrendered

resistance.

I hated his kisses. I just didn’t have it in me to be

he let me

the lack of oxygen, and my dress was being pushed even further down. I must’ve looked embarrassingly ravaged.

air freshener was a harsh jerk to reality, away from the raw intimacy of the

two buttons on his white shirt, and I watched a blush

Was he shy?

one who should

short. He bit his lip, then finally seemed to make up his mind. “Someone came

now.”

why he was so flustered? My attention was wholly focused on him… Did

someone coming in?