Red and black

Checkers, anyone? Jo kicked the game off barefoot. Turns out that was all it took. Those perfectly shaped feet poked out from under her chair, toes drumming a beat that only my dick could hear. She shifted, crossed and uncrossed, let them dangle until every instinct in me switched seats and sat up straight. Suddenly the board between us felt optional and the only rule that mattered was whether she’d notice the hard-on she kept walking on.