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.

have to kill yourself either. It’s none of my

lustfully. He looked at me as if he

if you pay me…” I tossed the damp napkin in the trash, then leaned against the counter while I looked

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

and waited for

The taste of champagne was warm on my mouth as

tried to reason with

chest, and through the fabric I felt the hardened strength of his muscles. His arms wrapped around my waist, clamped tightly around me, and pulled me harshly

direction, no matter how I turned my head. He pressed his body forward and pinned me against the counter. My attempts to shove him

my lips like a man

say a whole word. I was only able to slip out a single syllable

to kiss him because it felt too intimate! He’d always respected that before… And we weren’t anything more than friends with benefits at this point.

all of a 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

couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t hear anything. I had the vague sense that someone pushed the bathroom

shred of my resolve disintegrated. His kisses were so g*dda*n delicious… I accepted his every lick and

resistance.

that I hated his kisses. I just

let me

violently from the lack of oxygen, and my dress was being pushed even further down. I

air freshener was a harsh jerk to reality, away from the raw intimacy of the moments before. It left the atmosphere confusing and

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

Was he shy?

who should

stopped 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 he really have the awareness

someone coming in?