Page 37 of Neighbors With Benefits

“I liked her,” Aiden said. “She seemed fun.”

“Sometimes she’s too fun. But yeah, I’m lucky to have her as a friend.” I glanced up at him. “Sorry you can’t tell your best friend about us.”

He shrugged. “Me too. But it’s fun having a secret.”

Game night on Thursday was at their place, which ended up being torture. Because when Bash stopped playing Monopoly with us, he moved to the couch to watch TV. Ten feet away from us.

We kept our cool for the first few minutes. Scrabble was a focus-intensive game, and we were both competitive enough that we lost ourselves in the rounds.

But after the fourth round, it became difficult to stop imagining what we could be doing if we were at my place instead. When it was Aiden’s turn, I pulled out my phone and texted him.

Me: If Bash weren’t here, I’d have your cock in my mouth already.

I took intense pleasure in the way his eyes widened when he read the text. He tried to hide his silly grin, but failed.

Aiden: Oh my God. You’re evil.

Me: Why am I evil? I’m just giving you information.

Aiden: Evil information. My cock is harder than this table right now.

Me: I’m drenched just thinking about you sliding into me again and again, filling me…

Aiden: STOP IT.

Me: I’ll take any advantage I can get at Scrabble.

Aiden played a word. When he was done collecting replacement tiles, I sweetly asked, “Can you grab me another beer?”

He hesitated. Because he had a massive erection. My smile deepened, and he glared at me.

“Grab me one too?” Bash asked from the couch.

Aiden let out the tiniest little groan, loud enough for only me to hear. “Sure,” he said in a tight voice, then slowly rose from the chair. It was impossible to hide the bulge in his sweatpants, and I had to cover my mouth to stifle a giggle.

I watched him open the fridge and stand there for a few seconds, no doubt hoping the cold air would diminish the evidence of his arousal. When he returned, the outline of his semi-hard dick was still obvious, but it was less pronounced than before.

“Thanks,” Bash said without looking up.

Aiden put my beer down in front of me hard, making a loud knock on the wood table. I flashed him a sweet smile.

But instead of sitting across from me again, he took the seat at the head of the table. He was now sitting cater-corner, a little closer than before.

Close enough to slide his foot up my leg.

I glared at him, but he only raised an eyebrow. I could ignore this. No problem.

But his foot moved higher, the fabric of his sock sliding nicely against my bare skin. Maybe it had been a mistake to wear shorts tonight. I continued ignoring him and played a word on the board.

“Calmly. The C is on a double-word tile, so thetotal points—”The last words came out at a higher pitch as Aiden’s foot pressed into the spot between my legs, underneath me and then up into my swollen lips.

“How many points?” Aiden asked.

Gritting my teeth, I counted it up. “Twenty-two.”

“Nice,” he said, spinning the board around to face him. He rearranged some of the tiles on his rack, all the while sliding his foot back and forth across my pussy. Now I wasreallywet.

Two can play at this game.

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