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In response, he simply grunted. It didn’t surprise him that she knew which of her pieces he was focusing on. She’d left him an avenue to getsomething.But how much would it cost him?
Everything, naturally. With his queen, he took her king. She immediately took his queen with one of her rooks, then knocked off his king a couple of turns later. With precisely a single non-pawn remaining, Liam fought for one more victory—a trade of his final rook forherfinal knight. He couldn’t rightly let her win while still fully clothed, after all. Not with him sitting buck naked next to her.
He was certain she allowed him to take it. It would have been easy to maneuver his rook into an impossible position. It was the final concession he accepted, though he didn’t have much of a choice. She set things up so that he could have her knight, sure, but her queen would close out the game—they didn’t need to keep going until she removed his final few pawns—afterward.
It was worth it.
Tess smiled as he threw his rook to its doom. Before removing her top, she slid her queen over and scooped up his rook.
“Shall we end the game here?”
Liam nodded.
Setting his rook with the rest of his captured army, Tess directed a satisfied look at the mostly empty chessboard. A moment of admiration for her plan? Possibly, but it didn’t last. Instead, she turned her gaze upward. Smiling, Tess reached for her shirt and removed it.
Due to his immense focus on winningsomething,his erection had calmed down during the rest of the game. Chess really wasn’t that sexy of a game, unfortunately. But theaftermath, well, Tess Williams could make just about anything arousing.
As her shirt came off, Liam breathed in. She did it smoothly but not hurriedly, entrancing him with the sight of her smooth, perfect skin. His eyes followed the wake of her rising shirt like a raging crowd shoving their bodies against a wall of shields held by an unmotivated squadron of riot police. Revealing her breasts, Liam’s yearning thrummed through him like that same crowd, but if it had broken the line and now spilled out onto the courthouse steps. Overwhelmed, Liam held the breath he’d drawn in.
Finally removing her shirt, Tess witnessed his desire in full force. His rigid cock, the heat bursting off his skin, the intensity of his eyes. A barely controlled man sat opposite her. It caused her to smile.
“I’m glad Victoria hasn’t managed to dull your interest in me.”
It was as ludicrous a statement as promising marshmallows would fall from the sky when it next rained.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Only a little,” Tess teased, hefting her immaculate breasts from beneath. “Mine aren’t quite as nice.”
“They’re perfect,” he growled, imbuing the words with more gravel than was probably necessary. He knew Tess was joking, but he felt obligated to immediately shut down her attempt at self-deprecation.
Tess chuckled and moved her hands away from her breasts. Even without her lifting them slightly, they remained attractively resistant to gravity. Yes. Perfect. It was the right word for them. For her.
“When you say it with such fervor, I suppose it must be true,” Tess said. “I couldn’t argue with you, not with how you’re looking at me right now.”
He wanted to ravish her. Right now, right here. Pull her on top of his lap, kiss her, taste her. Remove her leggings, fit his cock to her tight opening, and then feel her walls clench around him as she climaxed again and again.
Wisely, Tess held up a finger before his yearning could overwhelm his short-term memory. There were prizes to be doled out. One for him, three for her. God, he hoped the king came with the best reward.
“You might be thinking now is the time where I reveal what each of us has won,” Tess began, which very plainly stated that he should expect the opposite. Letting the silence hover for a moment, Tess grinned.
And then she slid off the couch.
Momentarily befuddled, Liam didn’t return to his senses until Tess had positioned herself on her knees between his legs. Deep blue eyes, only a little higher than the tip of his cock, stared up at him.
“One more time,” she whispered huskily, “you should get out your phone.”
He stared at her, transfixed. “My… phone?”
Patiently, Tess nodded. “And then open your camera app. And then set it to begin recording.”
Eyes widening in a rush, Liam fumbled to do so. He’d left it in his pocket when he’d removed his pants, but it was still within arm’s length. After hurriedly retrieving his phone, he rushed to complete the other two parts of Tess’s suggestion. Throughout his panicked hurry, Tess waited quietly, wearing that smile of hers that had become so common. Blessedly common. And as it so often was, it was just for him.
“Ready?” Tess asked once he’d finished fiddling with his device.
“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly.
“Try and keep it steady. This is your reward, and I don’thaveto give you another chance at getting a good recording.”