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.

but you don’t have to kill yourself either.

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

napkin in the trash, then leaned against the counter while I

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

lifted my chin and waited

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

him and tried to reason with

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

his body forward and

tongue forced its way into my mouth and swirled in hypnotic circles. He lapped at my lips like a man dying of thirst. A few times, his tongue flicked at the roof

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

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 friends with benefits at this point. What was the

No matter how much I wanted to refuse-how much I wanted to escape-he wouldn’t

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

final shred of my resolve disintegrated. His kisses were so g*dda*n delicious… I accepted his every lick and bite, and surrendered myself to him without

resistance.

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

he let me

saliva-like I was drunk on it. My chest heaved violently from the lack of oxygen, and

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, away from the raw intimacy of the

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

Was he shy?

one who should

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

now.”

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

someone coming in?