Chapter 16: No Touching

Genevieve:



Genevieve was opening her mouth to question Raphael when he shifted forward, his hot mouth landing on her mound and sucking in. She gasped, a moan ripping from her throat as she fell back on the bed. When Raphael’s teeth moved up and grazed her sensitive little bud, she bowed up off the mattress, her breath hitched in her throat. She grabbed for anything she could, one hand tangled in the sheets and the other holding onto Raphael’s head as he continued his onslaught of her core.

She could feel his tongue as he pressed it through her folds, pushing her underwear in so that it added to the friction and height of her arousal. The obstructive material increased the need that was curling into an explosive pit at the bottom of her stomach, dangerously close to going off. The need pulsed every time that Raphael flicked his tongue back, causing Genevieve to spread her legs wider and hike up her skirt more.

The moment that Raphael moved his head back, Genevieve wanted to cry at the loss of pressure. That is, until she felt a cold breeze on her core as he swept her underwear to the side to look at her bare.

Genevieve knew that she wasn’t perfect. She did what she could, but she never got a wax as it cost a lot and hurt like a bitch, but she wasn’t careless in taking care of her body or cleaning up her underwear line.

“Beautiful,” Raphael whispered, his breath hitting her sweet spot and making her push up off the bed without a single touch.

He dipped his finger in her juices, spreading her lips to get a better view.

“Oh fuck, baby girl. I never thought you could be so wet.”

Genevieve had never experienced a sensation such as the one Raphael bestowed her with when he spoke to her in that way. Unlike the other times she had sex, when her ex would remain quiet the entire time, chasing after his own high with pound after pound of being inside her, he would climax silently and then roll off her, defeated. And her, unsatisfied.

No, Raphael was anything but what her ex was.

He praised her for simply being aroused, calling her by her pet name and giving her his wickedly delicious smile that had her close to orgasming.

She opened her mouth to speak, but wasn’t given any time as Raphael plunged his finger inside her, curling it up so that it pressed against a sensitive nerve. She choked out a moan of pleasure as she writhed on the bed, trying to chase her orgasm, the need building to a rate that was going to make her go crazy.

Raphael slipped a second finger inside, filling Genevieve further. She winced at the intrusion, her body not used to the feeling. Even so, her orgasm was on the cusp of overflowing, especially with Raphael’s thumb hovering painstakingly over her clit, right where she needed him right now.

“Baby girl, I’m going to fuck you so—”

“Raph, get the hell down here! The agent is here.” Gunner called up from the bottom of the stairs.

Raphael’s body froze, his eyes widening as he quickly pulled his fingers from within Genevieve and backed up off the bed. Genevieve whimpered and reached for him, the absence of his hands and mouth, the pressure of his body against hers, leaving her cold and lonely.

“That was a mistake.” Raphael turned away from her and walked to the corner of the room and grabbed one of the rolled-up washcloths that was delicately placed in a wicker basket. He wiped his hand quickly before he moved to the door.

Genevieve bounced up off the bed, shoving her skirt back into place as embarrassment burned throughout her body.

“No, fuck that!” she bit out.

Raphael glanced back, confusion marring his features. “What?”

“You don’t get to just do what you want and then run away again. Do you know how humiliating it is to have someone constantly say they are attracted to you, but are always saying that anything they do with you is a mistake? Yet they keep sending mixed signals. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

Genevieve was so angry that she blindly moved over to him, ready to do—well, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but she wasn’t going to stand for this anymore.

Raphael’s expression darkened and his hands balled into fists. “Ba—Ms. Drake, you have to understand, this is a mistake. Why? Because you are my client. I was hired to protect you, in every manner of the word. This is a job. You are the job.”

Genevieve’s breath was knocked from her lungs. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Tears sprang up and her throat closed with rejection. Of course she was just a job. Of course he would follow the rules of his company. No indecent acts with the clients. No getting involved. She was a fool, yet she couldn’t help what her heart—and her body—wanted.

“If I’m just a job, then stop touching me every chance you get,” she seethed when she finally retrieved her words once more.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Drake, I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to.”

“No,” she scoffed. “That’s not what this is about. You are the one that doesn’t want to touch me. You are saying no, not me. So you don’t get to touch me because you feel like it. Stick to your own rules, or don’t stick to them at all, but stop toying with people, or else you’re going to regret it later.”

Genevieve tried to turn around, but Raphael moved into her space, right up to her body. They were inches apart, their lips barely separated. Raphael looked up and down from her eyes to her mouth before speaking.

“I want you so bad that I can’t take you slow. I’d fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. You can’t handle the way I’d do you. So enough with changing my mind. I won’t touch you.”

His breath was labored as he stared into Genevieve’s soul, and even though it almost had her tears overflowing, she said, “Good.”

She stepped away and allowed Raphael, who paused for a minute, to exit the room before she laid down and allowed a couple of the droplets to escape her eyes. “Fuck.”

She grumbled, her chest tight like it was bound in rope.

“What the fuck am I doing?”