Page 31 of Neighbors With Benefits

“That fact isn’t very fun at all,” she complained, then took another big bite of cookie dough. “But I don’t care. It’s worth the risk.”

“You’ve convinced me.” I leaned forward and took a bite out of the chunk right from her fingers. I chewed it around in my mouth and said, “Okay, yeah. Baking is overrated.”

“Told you!” she said with her mouth full. “Sorry you missed the Phillies game.”

“Trust me, I don’t care about the game at all,” I said.

“Aww.” She stood on her tip-toes to kiss me. Her lips tasted like sugar and flour.

“Besides, I checked the score when you were in the bathroom. We’re losing two-nothing.”

“Mmm.” She leaned an elbow on the counter, giving me a glimpse down her back. My cock stirred at the sight. “So, how long have you been planning that cookie move?”

“What cookie move?” I asked.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t play dumb. You suggested making cookies, then you did the thing that always happens in cheesy rom coms. You put your hands over mine and showed me how to do it.”

I laughed. “That honestly wasn’t supposed to be a move.”

“I don’t believe you,” she declared flippantly.

“This isn’t going to sound very sexy,” I said, “but that’s how my sister taught me to bake. Putting her hands over mine and showing me how to knead and roll out the dough.”

Jazz made a face. “There goes my lady-boner.”

“Told you,” I said. “But if I’m being totally honest, I’ve kind of hoped something might happen with you for a while now.”

“Ah hah! I knew it!”

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

She chuckled to herself. “I had been trying not to think too much about it, but yeah. Deep down, I’ve been hoping something would happen.”

“That’s why you started making up your hair before game night.”

Alarm flashed in her eyes. “You noticed?”

“Of course I noticed. When we first started playing games, you always put your hair in a ponytail. But the last two weeks, you’ve been wearing it down.”

“Aww. I was trying to make it look cute, withoutseeminglike I was trying.”

I caressed her lower back, right above the curve of her ass. I really wanted to give it a squeeze, but wasn’t sure how she would take it. “I think you nailed the intentionally-casual look. I also like the yoga pants you’ve started wearing. Although it’s been tough not to stare at your ass the whole time.”

Her face brightened with a smile. “Thanks! I have a confession to make, though.”

“Uh oh. Should I be worried?”

“It might ruin your mood.” She took a deep breath, sighed, and then said, “I don’t like sugar cookies.”

I blinked at her. “This is the greatest betrayal in the history of mankind.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to rip the Band-Aid off now, to give you plenty of time to forgive me. I’m a chocolate girl. If it doesn’t have chocolate in it, I don’t want it.”

I nodded at the half-eaten ball of cookie dough in her hand. “For someone who doesn’t like sugar cookies, you’re doing some damage to the dough.”

“Cookie dough is different,” she said dismissively. “Plus, I have the post-sex craving. For the next half hour, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.”

“Noted. So what kind of chocolate are we talking about? Chocolate chip cookies? Brownies? Fudge?”

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