Page 33 of Better Left Unsaid

I should have thought that one through. Because now Dom was standing before me without a stitch of clothing on.Well, that is what naked means.Ugh, and all I could think about was his cock and how there was a bead of wetness on the head. I wanted my tongue on that. I wanted to taste his salty arousal.

How badly did I care about this game happening as planned?

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Dominic

What was Maria thinking in that pretty, little head of hers? Whatever was going on, it had to be intense based on the look on her face—brows creased with a wrinkle across her forehead, like it was all she could do to try tonotthink about. . . whatever it was.

I didn’t want to sound self-absorbed or anything, but judging by the way she periodically licked her lips when her gaze roamed over my body and landed squarely on my cock, I’d say she was thinking about me. And only me. Probably wished she could eat her words.

Too bad we were both in a bit of a pickle. We’d just have to deal with it.

“Ready?” I asked, stirring her from her thoughts. Her glazed-over look turned into one filled with desire.

“I’m so ready,” she answered, and something told me she wasn’t talking about playing chess.

Either way, I took a seat, fixing myself in a way that was comfortable for me and my aching cock. Yeah, this game better not take long because I was going to die if I didn’t get my fix of Maria soon.

She sat down as well, her eyes suddenly fixed on the board. “You prepared to lose?”

When it came to Maria, I hadn’t lost yet.Eh, maybe that’s debatable.“Not on your life.”

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Maria

This game was never-damn-ending. I mean, come on! Why was it so torturous to play chess? I’d played before, sure, but Dom overanalyzed everything. It was as though this was a game of life and death. To some extent, it felt that way for me, too, because I so did not want to model in the nude.

A.It would be awkward having cameras on us like that.

B.We’d be naked.

C.Our families would see.

D.Just no.

But we were doing the darn thing, so I tried to keep my head in the game, peeling my eyes from Dom’s ridiculously ripped arms. It was my turn, and I wasn’t sure which way to go. I could move my bishop to block his rook or I could start to form a barrier around my king since I’d already moved my queen on the last turn. Not that I had a choice because he was going to capture her otherwise.

I made my move, going with the bishop.

Dom studied the board while I studied his chest. All the hard lines. I wanted to rake my nails over them. One glance at the board and I realized he was about ready to make his move, zeroing in on my queen.

Shit. Without her, I’d be dead in the water. Everyone knew the queen was pivotal to the safety of the king. And success.

Oh, wait, this wasn’t life. Scratch that success part.

I smiled to myself as he took my bishop instead.

Every time I thought the game was over, it was not.

New thing: I hated chess. Hated it. Especially when I had a perfect view of Dom, naked and hard, opposite me. Throughout this game I’d gotten so wet, the proof of my arousal was officially sliding down my thighs and pooling on the chair. That would have to be cleaned.

Not that I gave a crap about that at the moment.

Dom made a sound in the back of his throat, and I squirmed in my chair. That was it, my pussy was officially throbbing so much that had it been my head, I’d have had a migraine. I was quickly losing any and all grip I had on my self-control. It pissed me off, too, because even that Dom was winning at over me.

Fuck it. “Oh my goodness, to hell with this game!” I finally blurted out, acting like the ravenous, needy woman I was. With the back of my hand, I cleared the entire board, sending pieces to the floor with tiny thuds. “You win, Dom. I’ll do the damn shoot.”

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