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were slid to one side to make more room for their mock battle. With Riordan's next play, he took her knight, but knew the move was a straw victory. Jennifer had him in a cinch, less than three moves and he was toast. So he took the offensive, used his words to get what his skill was not able to attain him.
     
    "So tell me Jen, are you still a virgin?" Riordan decided to get it out in the open, as he saw the hints everywhere. In how she reacted to the smallest caresses, almost as if confused by her own reactions. The way she walked with her delectable hips tight. She never would come out and say it, but he saw her. Probably in a way that no man had taken the time to bother doing. She was worth the effort, and he would show her that and make her understand just how serious he was about getting to know her better.
     
    He watched her sputter as her mouth turned into a mulish angle. Even still, she moved her queen forward, leaving him two moves from check.
     
    "Yes, and what about it?"
     
    "It just boggles the mind, you are smart and sexy. Why hasn't some lucky slob snapped you up?"
     
    "Riordan, most men don't want a fat virgin, really a fat anything."
     
    "That doesn't matter, there are men out there who have no problem with a little extra."
     
    "I hate to burst your bubble, but I had more than a little extra and not many men interested in it."
     
    "So, there are some very sexy plus sized ladies. I've met my fair share of them. Believe me when I say, confidence means a lot. Few men will see a woman if she doesn't have an air of self-assurance. It’s almost a perfume that a draws the eye."
     
    Jennifer believed him, the look in his eye telling her the truth of it.
     
    "Okay, I will give you that, but I didn't make for an attractive big girl."
     
    "Why not? You are lovely and not just on the outside. There is much more to somebody than what they look like. Think about it this way, would you want to be with someone who would leave you if the worst happened? If you ended up with cancer, or in a terrible accident? No one is guaranteed tomorrow, not me or you. Let alone that we will always be beautiful, as everyone gets old eventually. I'd much rather enjoy having a good woman by my side that would love me through thick and thin, and not this." He used both hands to point towards himself. "Wouldn't you?"
     
    Jennifer had to see he was right. Any man who cared more about her looks than her was not someone she should give the time of day to, let alone her virtue. Only took a moment, but Riordan saw she understood what he meant when she nodded in agreement.
     
    Since she was able to give him the point in their verbal match, he could be generous enough to give her the victory on the physical battlefield.   He decided to be graceful about the loss, admitted he was bested by laid his king on its side and conceded the victory to his opponent. Jennifer smiled then squealed when Riordan slid the board away from them. Several pawns slid across the carpet and landed in front of the left over china, tinkled chimes against the platters before the marble clinked to a halt.
     
    Riordan looked at Jennifer and asked without words for her mouth. She gave it, leaning closer and closer still, until her lips were flush against his hungry mouth as he sought out all of her. His tongue dueled along hers where their mingled flesh darted and tasted. He found her delicious as always and grunted slightly. Jennifer squirmed enough to the point she fitted her hips to his naturally. His erection dug into her thigh only scant inches away from pressing against her mound.
     
    He knew she was dangerously wet from the heat that radiated from her and she multiplied his desire with each pass of his tongue over hers. Even with the need that sizzled between them, the kiss grew languid with steamy hot puffs of breath to mark time and a slow burn of desire to keep their lust at a simmer. The only thing he was able to do was fist his hands in her hair and all