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Chess had ridden me hard...so fucking hard, and drenched me in so much cum that there was no way in hell I was leaving this room without taking a shower.
The memory of Jack standing in the middle of this room last night seemed like a dream, and I found myself longing to believe it. There weren’t any clocks in my room, but I knew it was well after dawn. I gently pushed away Chess’s arm from my waist. His fingers spread out like claws, pulling my ass against his hips.
“I have to get up,” I grumbled, squirming like a mouse caught in his grasp. “I’m late for training with Jack.”
Chess yawned, stretching out across my silken sheets like a giant feline. “Don’t worry, darling. The White Knight should know better than to expect punctuality from you. After all...” His hand slid between my sticky thighs, his clever fingers awakening my arousal. “You are years and years behind schedule. What’s another hour...or five?”
I pushed his hand away, then twisted around to face him, shooting him a skeptical glance.
It was met with a classic Cheshire Cat grin playing on his lips, and I knew exactly what sinful thoughts were running through his head.
“No.”
Chess’s green eyes fluttered in mock innocence.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to,” I smirked.
“There’s plenty of time for lessons.” Chess argued, nuzzling my neck. Suddenly he pounced on me, pinning me beneath him. I groaned at the primal, satisfying sensation of his weight on me. He knewexactlyhow to touch me, and I couldn’t help but crave more.
“Why don’t we continue where we left off last night?” he purred in triumph.
I bit my lip, desire warring with duty. As much as I wanted to stay in bed with Chess, I knew I wasn’t here on vacation.
Wonderland needed me.
The White Knight was waiting for me.
And Ransom would want his magic ring as soon as possible.
“I can’t, Chess,” I said from underneath him. “I’m already late, and I still need to take a shower.” I gave him a gentle pat on the ass. He politely nodded, then crawled off of me and out of the bed.
“You don’t need to waste more precious time bathing.”
“Yeah, I do,” I said, glancing down at the dried sweat and cum all over my skin.
“You’re in Wonderland, Alice.” He grinned before tapping his temple. “Use your imagination to get what you want.” He snapped his fingers, and I watched his dirty hair magically fall into place, clean and perfectly tousled. His skin gleamed as if he’d just stepped out of a bath.
He snapped his fingers again, and suddenly he was wearing a deep cobalt blue tuxedo with icy blue leopard spots smattered diagonally across his chest.
“Now you do it.” He helped me to my feet, and suddenly I was standing in front of a full-length, free-standing mirror. “If you were to bathe and style your hair and your clothes, what would the end result look like?”
I blinked at my reflection, a vision of self-indulgence topped with the most impressive bedhead I’d ever seen.
“Well, I’m supposed to be training, so I guess I’d put my hair up...” I began. Within seconds, my long blonde hair was clean and dry and gathered into a perfect high ponytail.
“Lovely,” Chess hummed in approval. “What’s next?”
Using the power of my imagination, I focused on my skin. A shower of magical sparkles washed over me, leaving my body clean and free from the evidence of last night’s debauchery. My makeup came next: smoky eyes and blood-red lipstick...because if I was going to face Jack’s wrath, I may as well look damn good doing it.
“You’re making it difficult for me to restrain myself,” Chess warned, and I realized he wasn’t joking around. I could practically imagine him with flattened cat ears and a dramatic, swishing tail. Cats weren’t shy about letting you know when they were seconds away from unleashing their brand of crazy. “You should probably put on some clothes before I forget my manners.”
Laughing under my breath, I imagined my favorite outfit that I wear to spin class on chilly Saturdays—a black leotard with mesh panels that ran down my legs and straps that crisscrossed down my shoulders and across my bare back. I added a pair of white sneakers and an ultra-cropped hot pink sweatshirt that showed off just a hint of cleavage.
I spun around to face Chess, who was eyeing me with pure lust.
“If you’re trying to leave this room unfucked, that outfit is...not helpful.”
