Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 64

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

The phone buzzed insistently on the table, a persistent reminder of its presence that I couldn’t ignore forever. I cast a disinterested glance at the screen, contemplating the effort it would take to answer. Most likely, the caller would just ramble on, filling the air with unnecessary chatter. Yet, as the third ring echoed through the room, I realized I had to relent. With a resigned sigh, I picked it up.

“Well, if it isn’t my best friend!” Genesis’s voice burst forth from the speaker, brimming with her characteristic enthusiasm. “You actually picked up! I thought you’d be too busy to answer my calls.”

I took a deliberate sip of my black coffee, letting the rich bitterness settle on my tongue before responding, my voice flat and measured. “I’m still your boss, you know. Yet you seem to call me whenever you please. Is that really appropriate in your eyes?”

“Of course it is!” she replied without a hint of hesitation. “You’re my friend. That gives me every right to bother you whenever I want.”

I chose not to engage in a futile debate. I had come to understand that arguing with her would require more mental energy than I was willing to expend. My thoughts were better spent on matters that truly warranted my attention.

My gaze drifted to the closed door across the room, the silence of the space amplifying the chaos in my mind. Everything about her was unexpected, even the way she processed thoughts.

“Hm, were you planning on chasing me yourself?” Her earlier words echoed in my mind, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

“Amusing,” I replied, trying to mask my intrigue.

“Huh?” Genesis sounded puzzled, her curiosity palpable.

“Why did you call me, Genesis?” I inquired, cutting through the light banter.

“I came here to fish for information, of course! Did I do well last night? Did you enjoy yourself? Did anything exciting happen?”

Genesis had an uncanny ability to ignore boundaries, and it seemed she had no interest in learning about them. There was little point in explaining that some matters were simply not her business. But her last question lingered in the air, heavy and charged.

Did I enjoy it?

My thoughts drifted back to the previous night, the vivid memories flooding my mind—the way she had felt beneath me, her body trembling as I entered her, the way she had clenched around me, making it hard to breathe. The sound of her voice, caught between pleasure and disbelief, echoed like a haunting melody.

I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing, fingers tightening around the coffee cup until I feared it might crack under the pressure.

Enjoy it? The answer was painfully simple.

So simple, in fact, that when I saw her this morning—wrapped in a blanket, hair tousled, looking utterly disheveled—I had to battle every instinct urging me to pull her back into bed and experience that bliss again.

It had been far too long since a woman had stirred such emotions within me.

At first, I had thought my attraction to her was straightforward; unlike most women, she didn’t throw herself at me. Perhaps that was the allure—the mystery of what would unfold if this woman, so determined to maintain her distance, finally allowed me to breach her defenses.

Reflecting on it, I realized I had always been the type to seize what I desired without hesitation. I never offered second chances to anyone who sought to enter my life. Yet, after last night, rather than feeling satisfied, I found myself wanting her even more.

I raked a hand through my hair, struggling to concentrate, to gather my thoughts.

“You know,” Genesis’s voice broke through my reverie, “this is the first time in a long while that I’ve actually heard you sigh.”

Her unexpected observation made my eyebrow arch in surprise.

“You always seem to have everything under control,” she continued. “Hardly anyone has managed to get under your skin over the years. I used to think of you as this impenetrable wall. But it seems I was mistaken.”

What I hadn’t anticipated was how stunning she would look in it—bare legs, damp hair, my scent lingering on her skin. It made rational thought nearly impossible.

She continued to fuss over the coffee stain, her delicate hands brushing against my skin. I tilted my head, observing her with a mix of fascination and desire, before lowering my voice intentionally.

“Are you trying to strip me naked, Miss Grace?”

She froze, her head lifting slowly, wide eyes locking onto mine before darting downward. It was only then that she seemed to comprehend the implications of her actions—my shirt was already hanging open, her fingers still caught on the last button.

Her breath hitched in her throat. “No! I was just—”

I didn’t allow her to finish.

With a single step forward, I closed the distance between us. My hands found their way to her waist, fingers curling around her as I effortlessly lifted her and placed her on the counter.

The sound of her soft gasp brushed against my ear as I positioned myself between her legs.

Leaning in closer, I let my breath stir the strands of hair near her temple, my lips hovering just by her ear.

“Because if you are,” I murmured, my voice low and rough, “you just have to ask, princess.”

She paused beneath me, but I could feel the tremors in her thighs against my hips.

I knew this woman would complicate everything, but the desire to have her was a fire I could no longer contain.