Chapter 36. Touch Me

The game of chess changed everything. 

My bedroom became wrapped in red gauze, separate from the lighting.

Sexual tension hung in the air, as we prepared for the psychological battle on the black and white board.

“Why do you need me to handle Quiver Corporation?" Olivia asked, her voice back to brisk business as her hand hovered above her pieces.

“That’s the only way you can protect yourself from Dean,” I said, running my eyes down her cleavage, tracing the bare flesh and the nipples just out of sight, nestled in her lingerie.

“That means you have no plans to protect me, since I chose to marry him after all.” She smiled cynically.

She pushed her pawn to d4, right in front of her queen. 

Weirdly, I found this aggressive move painfully arousing.

When she caught my eyes, her nipples tightened, and I ached to pull her over the table and bite them.

“I intend to protect you. But you’ll need to be able to protect yourself too.”