Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 144

There’s no turning back now

Grace

It was hot. So hot I could barely feel myself anymore.

Heat crawled beneath my skin like fire, burning from the inside out. My breaths came short, each one feeling heavier than the last. I touched my neck, then my chest, feeling how fast my heart was hammering, how my pulse jumped wildly beneath my fingertips. Tears blurred my vision again and again, sliding down my cheeks as I tried to pull myself together.

What was happening to me?

My whole body trembled uncontrollably. My knees felt weak, heat rushing up my neck until my face burned. I tried to swallow, but even that felt impossible, like my throat had forgotten how to work.

God, was I going to die? Was this what death felt like? This suffocating heat, this overwhelming panic, this dizziness?

I didn’t want to die.

I was only twenty–three. I had plans, dreams, things I still wanted to do. I wasn’t done yet. I hadn’t lived enough to be finished.

The tears kept falling faster.

I really didn’t want to die.

“Grace.”

That familiar voice cut through the haze. I forced my head to the side, my entire body protesting, and found myself staring into beautiful hazel eyes.

Apollo.

He was sitting beside me in the dim backseat of the car, a bottle of water in his hand. His brows were drawn tight, his jaw clenched.

My gaze drifted downward, to the sharp straight line of his hose, then to his lips, parted slightly as he breathed, down to the strong line of his throat, to his Adam’s apple bobbing when he said my name again. It moved, and somehow the sight made my stomach twist.

My gaze dropped lower, to his chest, rising and falling steadily, then to his hands holding the water. God, those hands…

“Drink,” he said. “It will calm you down.”

I looked at the water. Yes, water should help. Cold water should cool the heat. That was common sense. But I didn’t reach for it.

I didn’t even feel interested in the bottle. The heat inside me wasn’t something water could fix.

He tilted his head slightly, studying me, and his eyes softened in a way I wasn’t used to. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle.

“Princess,” he murmured. “What’s wrong?”

My heart jumped violently.

He always called me that when he wanted to make love with me. But this time, it didn’t feel sexual. It didn’t feel like the dominant tone he used in bed. It sounded real, like he genuinely meant it.

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Maybe that was why the sound of it made something inside me clench.

I wanted him.

I wanted him to make love to me.

The heat only got worse. The inside of the car felt suffocating, my clothes felt too tight, and that bottle of water Apollo was holding suddenly looked pointless.

I pushed it away.

It fell to the floor with a dull thud, rolling somewhere under the seat. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I crawled onto his lap, straddling him, my knees sinking into the soft leather beside his hips. My arms wrapped around his neck like my body already knew exactly where it wanted to be.

Apollo’s hands came to my waist immediately as if it was perfectly natural to catch me there.

He raised an eyebrow, confusion flashing briefly across his face. He didn’t push me away. He just stared at me with those hazel eyes that made my heart feel unsteady.

“It’s hot,” I whispered.

“Hot? Should I have Austin turn the air conditioner up?”

I shook my head and shifted on his lap, and a strangled breath tore out of me. Even that tiny movement felt too good. Heat throbbed between my thighs. I didn’t have to check to know my panties were already soaked.

“No, that won’t work.” I murmured. Everything inside me throbbed with need, and desperation. “I need something else.”

I took his hand and placed it on my right breast. He reacted instantly. His fingers flexed, his palm molding around me, and a shudder shot through me so violently I nearly collapsed against him. My breath hitched, my nails brushing his shoulder.

“I want you to touch me, Apollo. Please… if you touch me, i’ll stop hurting.”

I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. My entire world narrowed to him.

For a moment, his expression was unreadable, and completely blank, before it darkened. A dangerous anger flickered in his eyes that made my stomach twist.

Was he angry at me? Angry at what I was doing? At how desperately I was clinging to him like some woman in heat, especially after what just happened in the restroom?

I was ashamed, but I couldn’t stop myself. If he didn’t touch me, it would only hurt even more.

“Did they give you something to drink?”

I froze, and nodded. “Yes…”

His jaw clenched hard. His eyes burned violently, as if, if he turned the car around right now, he could kill them with his bare hands. But then he looked at my flushed face, and some of that fury melted, replaced by something else,

Apollo exhaled slowly, and removed his hand from my breast. The loss of his touch made my body clench painfully, a soft whimper slipping out. He didn’t comment on it. He just ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight, breathing controlled in that way he did when he was holding back too much.

He turned his head toward the front of the car. Without saying a word, Apollo reached for the button on the door and pressed it.

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The partition slid up instantly, cutting us off from Austin’s view.

When he looked back at me, I forgot how to breathe.

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers were warm against my cheek, and the simple touch made my entire body burn hotter.

“What do you want me to do, princess?” His voice was low, and deeper than usual.

I looked at his lips, and a sudden, desperate need to be kissed crossed my mind. I bit my bottom lip. It was stupid, and reckless. I knew he wasn’t the type to kiss a woman on the lips. He would probably get angry, and push me off his lap. And yet, I wanted it.

I wanted something I wasn’t supposed to want.

My voice came out barely audible. “I… I want you to kiss me”

He went still. I wasn’t sure if it was shock or anger. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to say the rest.

“But you don’t have to—

He didn’t let me finish. He leaned in, so close his breath brushed my lips.

“You asked for this, Grace,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “There’s no turning back now.”

My breath caught in my throat, and before I could process the words, his mouth crashed onto mine.

His hand slid to my waist, dragging me flush against him as he kissed me, hungry, impatient, like he’d been starving for this. My fingers curled into the back of his shirt gripping hard. My whole body trembled against him, especially when I felt him hardening beneath me.

I gasped into his mouth. He swallowed the sound, and pulled me even closer.

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