All Chapters of Please Me, Mr. Reed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Grace Apollo Reed was my boss, the untouchable man I worked for. That’s what he was supposed to be. So why was he torturing me like this? What was he hoping to get from me? Fuck, I had no idea. I was soaked, every nerve on fire, my body still aching from the way he’d shoved his finger inside me and licked it clean like a starving beast. The memory alone sent a shiver down my spine. And now he was circling my clit with that same skilled finger, moving slowly, like he knew exactly what he wanted and wouldn’t stop until he claimed it. My brain had completely shut down. All I could feel was the desperate need to be fucked by him. But if I wanted Apollo to touch me, I had to figure out exactly what he wanted me to say. Who was Apollo to me? The question spun in my mind, and suddenly Eleanor’s words echoed in my head. “Having sex with someone regularly with no strings is literally called friends with benefits.” Friends with benefits? Eleanor was right, having sex with someone regula

Grace “You’re mine. You’re my woman.” Those words slammed into me harder than his thrust. They echoed in my head, over and over again. I honestly didn’t know what I should’ve been more concerned about, the fact that Apollo was buried inside me so deep it felt like he was splitting me in half, or the fact that he’d said those words to me so easily, without even blinking. I’d said them too, but I’d been wrecked at that point. I was shaking, dripping, practically begging for his touch. I’d been so close to coming on his tongue, his mouth all over my pussy, his tongue fucking me, his lips wrapped around my clit, that I would’ve said anything just to feel his mouth on me again. I didn’t even know if it would work. The words slipped out before I could think. For the first time in my life, my heart moved faster than my brain and decided to speak for me. And the second they left my mouth, I panicked. I expected disgust, rejection, maybe that cold stare he was so good at. Because my man?

Grace Warm water slid over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.I was breathing too hard, my chest brushing his with every inhale, my hands clutched tight around his neck. Apollo kissed down my throat, making my pulse throb. I let out a soft, broken whine when he dragged his mouth higher, kissing my jaw, my cheek, and then finally my lips. When he pulled away, I leaned forward.This was insane. I had never been taken over and over again until I couldn’t think.The first time we ever had sex, Apollo had been ruthless. But this was much worse. He wouldn’t let me go, or stop, no matter how many times I came. And the worst part, the part that made my stomach twist, was that he still hadn’t come once. My heart pounded harder the more I thought about it. Was he holding back because he didn’t want to come, or because I wasn’t good enough to make him? The second option made my blood run cold. If I wasn’t enough for him, I’d actually lose my mind. But the low groans he let out, the way

Grace I stared at the price on my phone, my heart pounding so violently I could feel the pulse throbbing in my throat. The screen glowed back at me with big, bold numbers that made my stomach twist. “You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered, blinking in disbelief as I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, as if that would magically fix the number staring at me. But when I looked again, it didn’t change. Fifty. Million. Dollars. Oh my God. My mouth fell open. I sank deeper into the seat, suddenly hyperaware of the necklace around my neck. It felt heavier now, like it had doubled in weight, and it was practically scorching through my skin. I didn’t know if the heat I felt was from the insane price or from the fact that Apollo Reed, the most terrifying and powerful man I had ever met, had casually bought something this extravagant for me. Maybe it was both. At this point, I had no idea what to think. When Apollo placed it around my neck earlier, I was taken aback. I wanted to

Grace I reached out and gently touched the corners of Eleanor’s eyes. She immediately whined like a child. “Ow—Grace, don’t touch it,” she muttered, but she leaned toward me anyway. “You shouldn’t have cried,” I said, giving her the look I always gave when she did something reckless. “You know your eyes are sensitive.” Eleanor pouted instantly, pressing her fingertips under her eyes. “I couldn’t help it. It just kept coming and coming.” A laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. I tried to hide it, but it was impossible. Seeing her like this, after she had cried buckets in my arms earlier, until her entire body trembling finally calmed, touched something in me. I looked at the both of them. Wyatt sat on her other side, completely focused on holding a tiny battery fan up to her face, trying to soothe the irritation around her eyes. His expression was filled with that hopeless affection he always reserved for her. “Don’t worry,” he said gently, angling the fan so the bre