Grace
“Good, because you’ll need your mouth for something else, princess.”
I swallowed hard, even before I dared to glance at the huge bulge under his pants. I already knew what he was about to say wasn’t going to be anything innocent. It wasn’t even the words he used, it was the one word he didn’t use.
He didn’t call me Miss Grace.
He called me princess.
Apollo always used that word when we were intimate. Whenever it left his lips, it was his way of deciding I was going to be ruined. And it worked, every damn time.
My eyes dropped back to his c**k, straining against the fabric, it was so large it made my mouth go dry. I wanted to slap myself. What the hell was I even doing? Why would I touch my boss’s pants like that, without thinking? Was I suicidal? Or just stupidly reckless?
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