Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 84

**Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint 84**

“Let’s get drunk today, Grace.”

Grace

I pressed my fingers to my lips, blinking in disbelief, as if the kiss might vanish if I didn’t hold onto it tightly enough. My fingertip traced the outline of my mouth, hesitant and gentle, as though applying too much pressure could wipe away the memory. They still buzzed with the warmth of his touch.

So… that was what it felt like to kiss him.

Though it had been a fleeting moment, the sensation lingered, a ghostly imprint of his mouth on mine. His lips—soft, inviting, and utterly perfect—sent a shiver down my spine. My heart raced, and a rush of heat flooded my cheeks. Without thinking, I licked my lips, savoring the taste of him still lingering there, before shaking my head vigorously. “No,” I murmured to myself, barely above a whisper. “You can’t do this. You just can’t…”

You don’t get to kiss your boss and then sit here, lost in thoughts about how incredible it felt. That’s madness. That’s crossing a line, Grace. You’ve violated the rules, and you know it. You kissed him. You went too far.

I chastised myself internally, but it didn’t quell the way my teeth found their way to my bottom lip, biting down hard as I struggled to contain the warmth spreading through my chest. The heat coiling low in my stomach was undeniable.

Everything had spiraled into chaos. Who would have imagined that I, of all people, would find myself tangled in a passionate encounter in a public place? And not just any public place—my boss’s office, no less.

I must have a death wish.

Actually, let’s be real—the worst part wasn’t even the location. The real kicker was that I had enjoyed it so thoroughly that I lost all sense of reason and had the audacity to kiss him afterward.

My cheeks flared with an even deeper blush. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, wishing I could rewind time, erase that moment before it even happened. But the thought crept back in before I could shove it away.

If I could turn back time, would I truly change anything?

The question lodged itself in my throat, making it hard to swallow. Would I?

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, wincing at the dull ache pulsing through me—a stark reminder of the wild encounter in the office. He had taken me, bending me over his desk, each thrust hard and demanding, his palm striking my skin, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. The sting had faded instantly, replaced by a heady rush as he drove deep inside me, each movement branding me as his, claiming every inch of my being.

I instinctively squeezed my thighs together.

I had never experienced such raw possession before, my body molded to his desires, my moans escaping me whether I wanted them to or not. Even during our first time together, it hadn’t felt this intense or overwhelming. But today, he had given me a blend of pain and pleasure that blurred the lines until I couldn’t distinguish where one ended and the other began.

Would he have taken me like that if I hadn’t kissed him? The shameful thought twisted uncomfortably within me.

I hated to admit it, but I craved it. I adored the way he punished me. I relished the pain as much as the pleasure, how he used my body for his own release.

Whenever I watched movies depicting such scenes, where a man spanked a woman and she surrendered to it, I had never understood the appeal. What was enjoyable about being struck and punished? It seemed humiliating and fundamentally wrong. But after today, my perspective had shifted dramatically. That realization sent a thrill of fear coursing through me.

A sharp knock on my desk jolted me from my thoughts, causing me to nearly topple out of my chair. My hand flew to my chest, heart racing, and I looked up to see River standing there, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. My eyes widened at him, as if he had just sprouted two extra heads. “Wh-what?”

What on earth was he saying?

Heat flooded my face, while he stood there, completely unfazed, as if he were merely discussing the weather. His gaze drifted away from me, glancing toward the floor-to-ceiling window of Apollo’s office.

My stomach twisted uncomfortably. I followed his line of sight before I could stop myself, and the memory of what had transpired after Apollo and I had shared that moment rushed back, uninvited.

After he had allowed me to use his bathroom to clean up, I hadn’t dared to meet Apollo’s gaze again. I had hastily gathered my things and slipped out, my entire being buzzing with a mix of shame and longing. Yet even as I left, I could still feel his eyes on me.

He hadn’t stopped me or uttered a single word.

And like the coward I was, I had ducked under my desk when he walked out of his office an hour ago, hiding like a fool, wishing the walls would swallow me whole. I knew it wouldn’t improve anything; if anything, it only made me feel more pathetic. But in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes.

River’s smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “And I might not be the only one who thinks that way.”

My gaze snapped back to him, but he offered no further explanation. Instead, he stepped forward, pulling the door open for me with a charming smile.

“Let’s get drunk today, Grace.”