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 kill yourself either. It’s none

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

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

speak, but his mouth curled into a confident grin, his signature. He sighed, “I can think of

yeah?” I lifted my chin and waited for him to

the next second, it felt like my breath was stolen. The taste of champagne was warm on my mouth

and tried to reason with

hardened strength of his muscles. His arms wrapped around

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

mouth and swirled in hypnotic circles. He lapped at my lips like a man dying of thirst. A

barely say a whole word. I was only able to

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

how much I wanted to refuse-how much I wanted to escape-he wouldn’t

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

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

resistance.

hated his kisses. I just didn’t have it

let me

I was drunk on it. My chest heaved violently from the lack of oxygen, and my dress

freshener was a harsh jerk

he could undo the top two buttons on his white shirt,

Was he shy?

one who should be

lip, then finally

now.”

was wholly focused on him… Did he really

someone coming in?