Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 171

My first instinct is to ruin it

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My first instinct is to ruin it

Grace

There are moments in life when you don’t need a functioning brain cell to realize you’re screwed.

This was one of those moments.

My body realized it before my mind could catch up. My heart slammed against my ribs. Heat rushed up my face, every passing second growing more unbearable as the reality sank in.

I was a dead woman.

Apollo Reed leaned casually against the tiled wall, as if he owned the entire world. His eyes dragged slowly down my wet skin, following the path of the droplets that slid across my collarbone before disappearing beneath the milky bathwater. He watched like he was studying something rare, and forbidden. Something he was deciding whether or not to devour.

That look alone made my breath stutter.

My face burned hot as I sank deeper into the tub, trying to hide myself even though I knew it was useless. Water wouldn’t save me.

Nothing could save me.

Perfect, what a way to go to hell, Grace.

God, why did those words leave my mouth? Why didn’t I turn around the moment I heard the door open? Why didn’t I notice that Eleanor would never stay quiet during something like this? Why wasn’t I careful?

I should’ve listened to that fortune teller who warned me my mouth would be my downfall. Of course it would be. Why wouldn’t it be? I run my mouth without thinking.

I peeked at him again.

Apollo stared back with that calm, unreadable face, but something in his eyes had shifted, something sharp that made my stomach twist.

At this point, begging for my life felt like the smartest option.

“M–Mr. Apollo, I-” I started, my voice cracking.

“You were right about one thing,” he said, cutting me off with that low voice that made my pulse stutter.

I blinked at him.

Right? About what? I’d said at least twenty humiliating things in the last five minutes. Which one was he about to throw in my face?

“W–what?” I whispered.

Apollo pushed off the wall and walked toward me. When he reached the edge of the tub, he paused, towering over me, gaze sharp enough to pin me in place. Then he bent down. Before I could react, his arms slid beneath the water, wrapping around me and pulling me upright, straight into his chest. Water shifted and spilled between us.

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My frit instinct its run it

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My gasp caught in my throat when his other hand came up to my neck, fingers warm, and possessive. He held me there, eyes locked on mine, his cologne lingering in the air while my naked, dripping body pressed against the hard lines of his.

“I would have you on my desk in a minute,” he murmured, his voice low. “And you wouldn’t be able to walk when I’m done with you, princess.” His thumb brushed the side of my neck as his eyes darkened.

“After all, when I see something this breathtaking, my first instinct is to ruin it.”

Ah…

He leaned in, and before I could even react, his lips crushed against mine. One second he was staring at me like he wanted to devour me, and the next, his mouth was on mine, stealing every thought I might’ve had.

Wait, he’s kissing me? Instead of tossing me out the nearest window for running my mouth like an idiot?

I was confused. I couldn’t understand why he was behaving differently. The Apollo I knew would have punished me, but I couldn’t think about that now.

My hands rose on their own, gripping his collar as if afraid he might vanish if I let go. I kissed him back without a single thought, letting everything else slip away. Heat shot down my spine when Apollo bit my lower lip, tugging it gently before his tongue slid into my mouth. My quiet moan vibrated against him, swallowed by the kiss as he deepened it with an intensity that made my knees go numb beneath the water.

He held my waist with one hand, fingers digging in as if he needed me closer. His other hand slid beneath the water, gripping my ass and squeezing me hard, pulling me flush against him. I felt the hard length of him pressing into me through soaked clothes.

The kiss grew hungrier, and I melted into him, grinding against him, feeling him respond to me. His mouth claimed mine with a roughness that made me shiver, and every stroke of his hand, and press of his body,

drove me wild.

Fuck, I missed him. Two days without him had felt like weeks. Just being in his arms made something inside me ache with relief.

Before I knew it, my fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, moving on instinct. I popped the first one, then the second, my lips never leaving his. I reached for the third when his hand shot out, catching mine and stopping me.

I froze as he pulled back. My breath came in ragged gasps, lips swollen, chest rising and falling unevenly. I stared up at him, confused, aching, and burning for more.

Why did he pull away? Apollo never pulled away.

I leaned forward again, chasing his mouth, pressing into him, but he shifted back, jaw tight, eyes darker and hungrier than I’d ever seen. The air between us crackled with want, and it was killing me.

He dragged a hand through his hair, muscles tense as he looked at me like he was imagining doing a thousand sinful things, but fighting every urge.

“No,” he said quietly, voice rough. “Not yet.”

Not yet?

What did that mean?

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I wanted to complain. I wanted to throw myself at him again, like a completely unhinged woman. But Eleanor, Wyatt, and the twins were all downstairs, and if I didn’t control myself, I would rip his clothes off right here in the bathroom and beg him to have his way with me. I doubted the room was soundproof, so ! forced myself back.

Something was wrong with me. The moment he walked in, my first instinct had been to throw myself at him.

He looked down at me when I stayed silent, one eyebrow raised.

His gaze snapped me out of my impure thoughts. I nodded, face burning. “O–okay.”

He studied me for a moment before finally stepping back, letting out a slow exhale as if steadying himself.

“I’ll be downstairs,” he said. “Finish your bath, Grace.”

Before I could say anything, he turned and walked out of the bathroom.

The door clicked shut.

I slowly melted back into the water, staring at the ceiling, my body buzzing.

Fucking hell.

I squeezed my legs together, trying in vain to stop the heat from spreading. My body was already betraying me. My fingers itched to touch myself, to ease some of the tension coiling tight inside, but even that wouldn’t be enough. I wanted him buried inside me.

I was still lost in thought when a question nudged at the back of my mind, a question I should have asked myself a long time ago.

Why was Apollo Reed in the house?

No. That wasn’t what I should be worrying about. If he was downstairs, that meant he was with Eleanor and the twins.

Fuck.