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.

answer, but you don’t have to kill yourself either. It’s none

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

you pay me…” I tossed the damp napkin in the trash,

grin, his signature. He sighed, “I can think of a much

and waited for

was stolen. The taste of champagne was warm on my mouth as Aaron’s lips moved over mine. It was too much,

struggled against him and tried

the fabric I felt the hardened strength of his muscles. His arms wrapped around my waist,

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

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

barely say a whole word. I was only able

want to kiss him because it felt too intimate! He’d always respected that before… And we weren’t anything

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

sense that someone pushed the bathroom

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 in me

let me

My chest heaved violently from the lack of oxygen, and

didn’t seem like he was having an easy time either. He panted harshly, and the smell of the air freshener was a harsh jerk to

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

Was he shy?

who

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

now.”

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

someone coming in?