Page 19 of Pawn's in the Bishop's Game (Checkmate 1)

Stepping back to the bathroom and hanging the towel so the corners align, I move back into my living space and pull on a pair of silky boxer shorts before she wakes up and freaks the fuck out.

Moving around the bed, I eye the tiny couch – four feet too short for me – then I pull the covers back.

Fuck her.

If she wants to fall asleep like a stupid little lamb in the lion’s den, then she can risk it all. Lifting her up, but careful not to hurt her stitches – because I’m a sucker – I maneuver her body and give her my only pillow.

Climbing in next to her, I scoot her across the bed until she touches the edge, then I do the same on my side.

For a small bed, I still manage to force a full foot of space between my standing cock and her creamy flesh.

Go the fuck to sleep, Bishop. Don’t touch.

Leaning over her, I flip the light switch and try not to focus on the goosebumps her tickling hair creates on my chest.

Go to sleep. Take her back to the palace tomorrow.

The sultan will be searching for her.

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