His Carnal Touch (ENGLISH R-18)

Chapter 7

KENNEDY

I GASPED the moment our eyes meet. I tried my best to keep a hold of myself. I gulped when I saw him walk towards us.

“What seems to be the problem here?“ he asked with the sexiest voice I ever heard in my entire life.

“We are just following our protocols when it comes to guest, Mr. Beaufort. But this woman here doesn't want us to do our job.“

“Are you hiding something, miss?“ he asked me while looking straight into my eyes.

I couldn't stand the heat of his gaze. I quickly turned away before I answered.

“I-I'm not hiding anything. But I'm not comfortable with men running their hands all over my body,” I explained.

He smirked, “Fair enough.“ He tapped the man's shoulder. “You can leave now.Let me handle this,” he ordered.

“B-But sir—”

He glared at him. That was more than enough to make him stop from whatever objection he may have.

“Yes, sir. We'll be on the lower floor if you need us,” he said before nodding to the other two. They quickly understood what he wanted. They followed him to the elevator. And before I knew it, I was left alone with this gorgeous man.

I held my breath once he took a step forward towards me. The air becomes thin once we are just meters away from each other.

“Allow me to apologize on behalf of my people, Miss Smith. They are just following their protocols,” he said once he finally broke the deafening silence.

“I-It's fine. I wanted to apologize as well for not following your protocols,” I replied before giving him an awkward smile.

“No need to apologize, Miss Smith. I'm afraid we still need to go with the usual process. But this time, with your consent, of course, I'll personally do the body check.“ He said those words without breaking our eye contact.

I'm not really sure what happened, but I feel like I was hipnotize. “O-Okay,” I stuttered. I don't really understand why I agreed to do that. I don't see the logic as to why I let him touch my body and refuse the other man.

He laid his hand in front of me, asking for my bag. I was shaking while I was handing over my bag to him. He started going through my stuff. He frowned when he lifted the bottle of peppermint oil from my bag. Aside from my wallet and my phone, among other things that were inside my bag were my usual essential oil bottles that I used during massage sessions.

He raised his eyebrow while staring at the bottle before looking at me with suspicion. I immediately feel the need to explain what was that for.

“T-That's a peppermint oil. That's the one I usually use to my client. It's the same oil that I used during your session the other night,” I explained.

I gulped when his eyes turned dark. He slowly walked towards the door and pressed the intercom. “Come in,” he said.

It didn't take another minute before someone opened the door and walked in. He went straight to Mr. Beaufort.

“Give this to Kevin and have someone examine this oil,” he ordered. The man who just walked in quickly gets the bottle from his hand and before he walks to the door. After that, he then went back and walked towards me.

I immediately take a step back when our body becomes a few inches away from each other. He smirked when he noticed how uncomfortable I was.

“Don't worry, Miss Smith. I'm not going to eat you,” he said with a wicked smile on his face.

That's where he's wrong. He was fully capable of doing that. He was unaware that he had already done that in my dreams.

“I-I'm sorry. I'm just not comfortable being this close to a man,” I explained.

“But I can't compromise my safety for your comfortability, Miss Smith. Can I?“

“O-Of course, Mr. Beaufort. I-I understand. I-I'll call one of your men to continue the search,” I stuttered. I turned around to head to the door when a strong hand suddenly grabbed my arms and pulled me back.

“I think it's too late for that. I will be the one doing the search,” he said.

I can't explain what I am feeling right now. His presence screamed danger, yet I was completely drawn to him. Instead of feeling awkward and uncomfortable, I'm already looking forward to being this close to him.

“Move your legs apart.“

“W-What?“ I asked nervously.

“Spread your arms and move your legs at least a foot away from each other.“

I took a long, deep breath before I did what he said. My throat feels dry as I am waiting for him to do what he needs to do. He slowly walked behind me. Not being able to see what he's about to do makes my heart flutter erratically.

I held my breath when he finally touched my shoulder. He gently moved his hands from my shoulder all the way down to my hand. Once he reached the end of my arm, he ran his hand on the lower part of my arms, going to my armpit.

I can feel the heat of his body on my back. His breath against the back of my head makes it even worse. I was already panting when his hand finally reached my side below my armpit. His hands were only inches away from my br3ast.

My mind was already running wild. I was already imagining his hand grabbing my chest and squeezing it tightly. I got a little disappointed when his hand continued to go down up until it reached my waist. I was holding my breath when he ran his hand on top of my belly before putting it back9 on my waist. The anticipation is killing me. He hasn't done anything, yet, I can already feel the wetness in between my legs.

I thought that was the end of it, but I was surprise to see him standing in front of me while our bodies were inches away from each other. My throat felt dry when he slowly lowered his body until he was kneeling in front of me. He then puts his hands on my leg and gently slides it until he reaches my inner thigh. His hand stopped just when his hand was about to reach the jewel in between my legs. He also did it to my other leg. Once he's satisfied, he then stood up and took a few steps back. Finally, putting some distance in between our bodies.

“All done,” he announces.

I let out a sigh of relief once he's finished.

“You can use these for the meantime,” he said, refering to the oils and lotion that was sitting on top of the centertable.

He turned his back as if what happened was nothing while I was standing there feeling hot and bothered. I hate that he has this undeniable effect of me that I couldn't resist. Thinking about how I was attracted to this man, I'm not sure if I will be able to continue working for him without violating the main rule of Dolce Carezza. We are not allowed to have any s****l relationships with our clients. I understand that the company was only trying to protect their client. I have no problem with that rule, not until this handsome man appears right in front of me.

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