Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 110

**TITLE: Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint 110**

“Should we conduct an experiment, Miss Grace?”

The question hung in the air like a charged storm, and I found myself swallowing hard, my throat constricting as I met his gaze. How was I supposed to respond? The weight of his inquiry pressed down on me, and I felt a mix of dread and excitement fluttering in my stomach. It wasn’t my fault, I thought defensively. He was the one who had cranked the vibrator to its highest setting, the one who knew precisely how to push me to the brink with his skilled mouth. He was the master of this game, and I was merely a player caught in his web.

And to think, I had never even realized I could squirt.

In the past, I had often overheard other women boast about the sheer ecstasy of such experiences, and I had always assumed they were exaggerating. That kind of thing happened to them, I had told myself, not to someone like me. Yet here I was, still quivering from the aftershocks of a sensation I had never dared to believe was within the realm of possibility.

“Should we do an experiment, Miss Grace?” His voice, deep and smooth, pulled me from my reverie. My eyes darted to his face, those hazel irises, now darker and more intense, locked onto me with an unwavering focus that made it hard to draw a breath.

I blinked rapidly, trying to process the weight of his question. Why did it feel so perilous? Perhaps it was because I recognized that look in his eyes—the one that hinted at his complete loss of restraint. And I could tell, without a doubt, that this was one of those moments.

Apollo Reed possessed the gaze of a predator, and I couldn’t help but wonder: did witnessing my release truly ignite such a fire within him?

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to remain silent, to keep my lips sealed and deny him the satisfaction he sought. But my mouth, traitorous and unbidden, began to move before I could rein it in.

“What experiment?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, laced with curiosity and fear.

He leaned closer, his towering frame forcing me back into my seat, as if he intended to ensnare me completely. Our faces were mere inches apart now, his breath warm against my lips, sending shivers down my spine. I felt his hand slide between my thighs, spreading my legs wider, and I gasped at the sudden contact.

My eyes widened in shock. Just how hard was he?

Even through the layers of fabric, I could feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against my damp, bare skin. He wasn’t inside me, but the threat of him pushing forward loomed large, and I knew that if he unzipped his pants, I would be reduced to a whimpering mess in no time.

“Should we conduct an experiment, Miss Grace?”

Instinctively, I tried to glance down, desperate to see the evidence of his desire, but his hand shot up, capturing my chin with a firm grip, forcing me to meet his gaze once more. His hold was unyielding, a stark reminder of who held the reins of control in this charged moment.

“Let’s see if I can make you squirt again, princess,” he murmured, the low timbre of his voice sending a jolt of electricity through me. “But this time, all over my cock.”

His words pierced through me, igniting a desperate ache deep within. Heat pooled low in my abdomen, and my thighs trembled as a flush crept across my cheeks. I could almost envision him stretching me open, filling me completely, thrusting into me repeatedly until I forgot how to walk.

Oh, how I craved it. God, the yearning was so intense that it nearly stole my breath away. My body ached for him, and yet, I was painfully aware that if I surrendered to him here, if I let him continue this reckless dance in this very place, the world outside would undoubtedly discover our secret.

They didn’t need to know that I had just squirted all over my boss’s face.

“Take your time to put yourself back together. No one will enter without my permission.” He lifted the phone to his ear and walked out of the conference room, leaving me alone with the whirlwind of my thoughts.

I stared at the door long after it clicked shut behind him, my mind racing.

So, I had been right; he had indeed done something about that family. It explained why Charles and his parents had suddenly ceased their relentless pressure regarding the marriage.

I had always known Apollo was dangerous; anyone with half a brain could see that. But just how powerful was he to make even them back down?

The thought had barely settled in my mind when my phone buzzed, jolting me from my reverie.

Frowning, I glanced at the screen. There was no name displayed, just another unknown number. My stomach dropped, but I shook my head, trying to silence the rising panic. Apollo had assured me he’d fixed the problem. There was no way Charles would dare to call me after that. He wasn’t the type to take risks like this.

I answered, pressing the phone to my ear with a shaky hand. “Hello…”

The voice on the other end let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Grace, I’m so glad you answered! I was about to come in if you didn’t.”

“I’m at the front of the company. I came to see you, Grace. We need to talk about us, and I’m not leaving until you do.”