Forbidden Touch

**Chapter 1: The Unexpected Reunion**

Alexandre stepped into the dimly lit osteopathy clinic, the faint scent of lavender and antiseptic lingering in the air. His lower back had been a nagging ache for weeks, and Agathe, his girlfriend of three months, had insisted he get it checked. He wasn’t expecting much—just a quick adjustment and some advice on posture. What he *wasn’t* expecting was the woman who emerged from the treatment room, her sharp green eyes locking onto his with a predatory glint.

“Alexandre,” Olivia purred, her voice a velvet blade, cutting through the silence. She stood in the doorway, her white coat unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. “It’s been a while.”

He froze, his throat tightening. Olivia. His ex. The one who’d burned through his life like wildfire two years ago, leaving nothing but scorched earth and memories of nights too raw to forget. “Olivia… I didn’t know you worked here,” he managed, his voice rougher than he intended.

She smirked, stepping closer, her hips swaying with a deliberate rhythm. “Oh, I’ve been here for months. Perfecting my… touch.” Her gaze flicked down his body, lingering just long enough to make his pulse spike. “Back pain, right? Let’s get you on the table. Strip down to your boxers. I need to see everything.”

He hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in, but complied, peeling off his shirt and jeans under her unflinching stare. Lying face-down on the treatment table, he felt exposed, vulnerable—and damn if that didn’t stir something in him he hadn’t felt in months. Agathe was sweet, steady, but Olivia… Olivia was danger incarnate.

Her hands were on him before he could overthink it, firm and skilled, kneading into the tight muscles of his lower back. “You’re so tense, Alex,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear as she leaned over him. “What’s got you all wound up? Not getting enough… release?”

He gritted his teeth, fighting the heat pooling in his groin. “I’m fine,” he lied, his voice strained. “Just focus on the adjustment.”

Olivia chuckled, low and wicked. “Oh, I’m focused. But I can’t help noticing how your body reacts to me. Same as it always did.” Her fingers slid lower, brushing the waistband of his boxers, and he couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through him. “You remember, don’t you? How I could make you hard with just a look?”

“Olivia, stop,” he growled, but there was no conviction in it. Her touch was electric, igniting every nerve, and he hated how much he wanted more.

She didn’t stop. Instead, she straddled the table, her thighs brushing against his as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering inches from his. “Tell me to stop again, Alex. Mean it this time.” Her voice was a challenge, her eyes daring him to push her away.

He didn’t. He couldn’t. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken need. Her scent—jasmine and something darker—filled his senses, and when her lips finally grazed his, it was like a dam breaking. He kissed her back, hungry, desperate, his hands gripping her hips as she pressed herself against him.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he panted, already feeling himself harden beneath her weight. “This is wrong.”

“Wrong feels so good, though, doesn’t it?” she whispered, her tongue flicking against his lower lip. She ground against him, slow and deliberate, her breath hitching as she felt his cock straining through the thin fabric. “I bet you’re dripping for me already. I know I’m wet just thinking about tasting you.”

His resolve shattered. With a low groan, he flipped her onto her back on the table, his hands roaming her body as she smirked up at him, utterly in control even now. She tugged at his boxers, freeing him, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Let’s see how much you’ve missed me,” she teased, her voice dripping with promise as she guided him closer, her own clothes already half-discarded.

The room was charged, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal, and as their bodies aligned, ready to cross every forbidden line, Alexandre knew there was no turning back.