Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron)
Chapter 149

Chapter 149. Strawberries from your mouth are sweeter, babe

When I pushed open the kitchen door, I caught sight of Aaron's sturdy, well-muscled back. I instinctively stepped forward and snaked my arms around his waist from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder. Aaron shifted slightly on his feet, caught off guard by the Thug, and said, "Olive?"

"Yep, it's me," I said cheerfully, and to my satisfaction, I could feel Aaron's posture relax as soon as he heard my voice.

"What are you doing?" I peered over his shoulder, craning my neck to see a kitchen sink full of fresh produce.

"Making you breakfast. I figured you'd be hungry after your shower." Aaron turned his back on me and continued to scrub the vegetables in his hands, his voice full of warmth and affection.

"What are you going to make?" I was intrigued by the idea of Aaron cooking for me; it was something I'd never seen him do before, so this must be a special occasion.

"What do you want to eat, baby?" Aaron asked as he washed the ingredients in the sink.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally suggested the only things I could think of. "Why don't we have fruit and vegetable salad, fried eggs, and milk?"

"No problem, I can make that for you." Aaron smiled and took out a few eggs from a carton on the kitchen counter.

"Do you want any help?" I offered, stepping up to the counter beside him.

"You can help me chop these vegetables," Aaron said and handed me a bowl full of washed produce.

"Okay." I smiled as I accepted it, then found a cutting board and knife to cut the fruits and vegetables.

First I picked out a few ripe, bright-red strawberries and carefully cut several of them into the shape of a heart.

"Aaron, look, should I cut them all like little hearts?" I picked up a piece and turned around to show it to Aaron, but as I turned, I bumped straight into Aaron's solid chest.

"It looks like your heart. I want to eat it." Aaron leaned down and, with a mischievous grin, closed his lips over the heart-shaped strawberry slices, sucking my fingers into his mouth at the same time. "You..." I pulled my fingers away, my fingertips burning as if I'd just touched a hot stove.

"These strawberries are so sweet, you should try some," Aaron said. My heart instantly started racing, and I reached out and scooped another slice of strawberry into my mouth.

"You're right, they are really sweet." I nodded in agreement, and couldn't resist taking another slice.

But as soon as I put the strawberry on my tongue, Aaron narrowed his eyes and looked at me with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "I think the strawberry will be sweeter from your mouth, baby." As he said this, he suddenly reached out and tilted my chin up, then lowered his head and kissed me. My eyes widened as

the sweet, juicy taste of the strawberry mingled with the sensation of Aaron's warm mouth against mine.

Little by little, Aaron used his tongue to crush the strawberry between our mouths, making the berry's bright, summery flavor explode on my tongue.

"Mmm..." I was forced to keep eating the strawberry slice with Aaron, and after the flesh was thoroughly crushed, he rolled it away with his tongue and swallowed it.

"Aaron, I'm busy cutting fruit, don't bother me," I complained, pushing Aaron away abruptly in mock anger.

Aaron didn't seem affected at all. He put on a thoughtful face, as if pondering the taste of the strawberry, and after a moment he reached a conclusion. "Sure enough, I was right. The strawberry in your mouth was much sweeter."

I rolled my eyes, but Aaron kept messing with me as I continued slicing fruit. As soon as I cut a slice, Aaron would put it in my mouth, kiss me, and steal the fruit from out of my mouth.

"Stop it!" I finally yelled at Aaron, a little annoyed. I waved my finger in his face like a teacher scolding a naughty child.

"Don't you think all our food would taste better if we always ate like this?" Aaron said playfully, snapping at my finger with his teeth.

"Hey, how dare you bite me! Try that again and see what happens, you jerk!" I drew back a hand, pretending I was going to hit him. But instead, Aaron darted away and I chased him in several circles around the kitchen table.

Just when I was about to catch him, Aaron suddenly spun around and grabbed me in a hug.

He looked down at me with a gleam in his eyes and said, "Baby, I finally caught you."

I clenched my fists and hammered against Aaron's chest, making a heroic effort to escape his strong arms. “Let go of me!"

"I won't," said Aaron, picking me up easily and setting me down on the table. He leaned down and kissed me hard, without warning.

"Aaron, don't, we're in the kitchen!" I reminded him in a slight panic, a little afraid that Cinder or Eliott might walk in on us.

"I know, but I'm so hard," Aaron whispered in my ear. "I need to be inside you right now." He jerked his hips against me in two quick thrusts.

"Well, it's impossible. I don't care how much you want it to happen," I refused to be swayed, giving Aaron a patronizing pat on the head. "I'm hungry now, I want breakfast before we do anything else." "Then let's eat." Aaron brought over a plate of fried eggs he had just finished cooking.

"Okay, you have to put me down first."

"No way," Aaron insisted, and his hands crept up beneath the hem of my shirt.

"Aaron!" I shuddered beneath Aaron's firm touch. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, and despite my best

efforts, my body leaned into Aaron's movements on pure instinct.

And just as I felt his c*ck hardening against me, Cinder's voice rang out just outside the door. "Hey, we're going to go skiing! If you guys are... you know... doing anything in there, it'll just have to wait until we get back!"