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 answer, but you don’t have to kill

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

me…” I tossed the damp napkin in the

sighed, “I can think of

lifted my chin and waited for

my breath was stolen. The taste of champagne was warm on my mouth as Aaron’s lips moved over mine.

and tried

a hand on his chest, and through the fabric I felt the hardened strength of his muscles. His arms wrapped around

pressed his body forward

my lips

I could barely say a whole word. I was only able

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 friends with benefits at this point. What was the point

was acting this way 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

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 there was anyone inside

back and made me shiver. With that, the final shred of my resolve disintegrated. His kisses were so g*dda*n delicious… I accepted his

resistance.

wasn’t that I hated his kisses. I just didn’t have

let

heaved violently from the lack of oxygen, and my dress

freshener was a harsh jerk to reality, away from

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

Was he shy?

who should be

his lip, then finally seemed to make

now.”

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

someone coming in?