“It’s fine. Leaving you there would’ve been worse,” Raphael replied coolly. “I can explain it to Nadine later. Besides, it’s just acting, remember?” His voice carried a warning edge.
Suddenly, Colette clutched Raphael’s upper thigh, wincing. “Argh… it hurts so much.”
Raphael instinctively reached for her hand, trying to pry it away. “We’re almost there. Just hold on.”
“Raphael… pull over,” Colette gasped, covering her mouth. “I drank earlier, and with you speeding, I feel like throwing up.”
Sighing, Raphael finally pulled over. The road was deserted, quiet beneath the dim glow of streetlights.
But the moment the car stopped, Colette did not step out. Instead, she climbed onto Raphael’s lap.
“Colette, what the hell are you doing?” he growled, his hands gripping the wheel.
She smirked, leaning in. “What do you think I’m doing?” Her voice dripped with provocation.
She had felt the way his body reacted, and knew he would not be able to resist much longer. A slow grind of her hips was all it took for him to stiffen beneath her.
“Stop…” Raphael’s protest was silenced by Colette’s kiss, deep and deliberate. Before he could regain control, she guided his hand to her chest, pressing against him.