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.

to answer, but you don’t have to kill yourself either. It’s none of my business.” I shrugged with

Aaron’s eyes darkened lustfully. He looked at

in the trash, then leaned against the counter while I looked at

curled into a confident grin, his signature. He sighed, “I can think of a much better way to get you

my chin and waited for him to

champagne was warm on

him and tried to

hardened strength of his muscles. His arms wrapped around my waist, clamped tightly around me, and

from every direction, no matter how I turned my head. He pressed his body forward and pinned me against the

its way into my mouth and swirled in hypnotic circles. He lapped at my lips like

A-Aaron…” I could barely say a whole word. I was only able to slip out a single syllable

he’d shut me up, I never imagined this. I made it clear I didn’t want to kiss him because it felt too intimate! He’d always respected that before… And we weren’t anything more than

I wanted to refuse-how much I wanted to escape-he wouldn’t let go of me. It felt like he was a

couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t hear anything. I had the vague sense that someone pushed the bathroom door open, but it didn’t

that, the final shred of my resolve disintegrated. His kisses were so g*dda*n delicious… I accepted his every lick and bite, and surrendered myself

resistance.

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

let me

felt like I’d swallowed too much of his saliva-like I was drunk on it. My chest heaved violently from the lack of oxygen, and my dress was being pushed even further down. I must’ve looked embarrassingly ravaged. Hopefully my makeup

seem like he was having an easy time either. He panted harshly, and the smell of the air freshener was a harsh jerk to reality,

he could undo the top two buttons on his white shirt, and I watched a blush creep

Was he shy?

who should be

his lip, then finally seemed to make up his

now.”

My attention was wholly focused on him… Did he really have the

someone coming in?