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. It’s none of

just keep this between us?” Aaron’s eyes darkened lustfully. He looked at me as

in the trash,

a confident grin, his signature. He sighed, “I can think of a much better way to get

my chin and waited for

was warm on my mouth as Aaron’s lips

him and tried to reason with

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

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

my lips like a man dying of thirst. A few times, his tongue flicked at

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

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

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

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

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

resistance.

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

let me

lack of oxygen, and my dress was being pushed even further down. I must’ve looked

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

tie so he could undo the top two buttons on his white shirt, and I

Was he shy?

the one who

short. He bit his lip, then finally seemed to make up

now.”

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

someone coming in?