Page 6 of His Best Friend's Wife
"Dirk," I choked out the name, my voice barely audible. I hated him even more in that moment––always there, always winning. He didn't deserve her, but he was her husband and my best friend. We shouldn't do this. We couldn't do this. It wasn'tright.
"I know he's banging some random ho-bag," sherevealed.
I was surprised to find out that she was aware of Dirk's indiscretions. I had helped cover for him so many times that I had lost track.How long has she known about his philandering ways? Was this her way of getting even with him? Was she just using me to hurt Dirk? Was one night with Cassie worth ruining my friendship with him and theirmarriage?
The worrisome thoughts that had been hammering my mind dissipated when Cassie tentatively brushed her soft, pink lips against mine. That was all the invitation I needed. I groaned deeply as our mouths melded together. My tongue plunged into her mouth as my hands braced either side of her face. She met me eagerly,tenderly.
This was the first kiss to end all first kisses. It was even better than I had imagined it could be. We devoured each other. I released years of pent-up frustration and desire into thatkiss.
When we finally tore our lips apart, Cassie took a ragged breath. "Whoa."
"Yeah," I agreed, smiling down at her. Our faces were still a fraction of an inch apart. We were sharing the sameair.
"Let's go up to your room, and..." Cassie suggested as she trailed a finger down myneck.
Even though she hadn't finished the sentence, it was the best idea I had ever heard. I couldn't do anything more than give an enthusiastic nod before she took me by the hand and dragged me towards theelevator.
