Page 86 of Neighbors With Benefits

“I was absolutely trying to be a good neighbor,” Bash insisted. “And a goodfriend. My motivations were totally innocent at that point.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “So when did your intentions turn not-so-innocent?”

“Hmm. Probably when I replaced all the tile in your bathroom. By then I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Jazz bit her lip, a gesture that wasincrediblysexy. Her top didn’t reveal any cleavage, but it hugged her breasts in a way that was hard to ignore.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jazz stood up in alarm.

“Expecting someone?” I asked.

“No.” She slowly went to the door. “Did Dante change his mind?”

“Unlikely,” Bash said.

Jazz looked through the window, then opened the door. It was a delivery woman. The two of them spoke, and when Jazz closed the door, she was holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Really?” Bash said to me. “You could’ve warned me you were sending her flowers.”

“I didn’t send those…”

Jazz joined us and groaned when she read the note. Bash snatched the note off the flowers and read it. “You didn’t tell us your grandma was sick!”

“She’s not sick,” Jazz replied while putting the flowers in a glass vase. “Sick grandma actually means hot threesome.”

“Uhh,” I said. “What?”

“Hot threesomesex,” Jazz insisted. Then she giggled and put the flowers on the counter. “I’ll explain it later.”

She crossed the room in three steps, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

I forgot all about the flowers as we kissed for the first time in weeks. Her lips were as intoxicating as the taste of wine on her tongue, and I allowed her to push me backwards until we fell down onto the couch.

“Does this mean we’re not playing Candyland anymore?” Bash asked.

Jazz pushed away from me, grabbed Bash, and threw him down onto the couch next to me. “Forget Candyland. You get to play withme.”

“I like this game better,” I said.

I watched the two of them make out. Jazz was straddling Bash, grinding into him hungrily. I had never seen this side of Jazz before. She was a lot more assertive, and was throwing herself into this new arrangement with wild abandon.

When she switched back to me, climbing into my lap and jamming her tongue into my mouth, I stopped thinking about it. But when she switched back to Bash, foot slipping on the floor while she tried sitting on his lap, I realized she was drunk.

Like,reallydrunk.

She began kissing Bash’s neck, and I shared a look with my friend. He was coming to the same realization I was.

Sharing Jazz like this was everything we had wanted. I’d spentweeksfantasizing about a situation where she would be okay with doing exactly what we were doing.

But I didn’t want our first time together, the three of us, to be like this. And based on the hesitation in Bash’s eyes, he felt the same way.

“Hold on a second,” I said when Jazz was in my lap again. “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’ve had theexactcorrect amount to drink,” she replied, words slurring unmistakably. That sealed it for me.

I gently pushed her away. “Jazz. You’re drunk.”

“I agree with Aiden,” Bash said, coming to my defense. “How about we slow down for a minute?”

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