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 yourself either. It’s none of

between us?” Aaron’s eyes darkened lustfully.

damp 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

chin and waited

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

tried to reason

I felt the hardened strength of

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 the counter.

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

was only able

shut me up, I never imagined 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 point of

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

the vague sense that someone pushed the bathroom door open, but it

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

resistance.

I hated his kisses. I just didn’t

let

was drunk on it. My chest heaved violently from the lack of oxygen,

the smell of the air freshener was a harsh jerk to

buttons on

Was he shy?

who should be

He spoke first but stopped short. He bit his lip, then

now.”

was so flustered? My attention was wholly

someone coming in?