All Chapters of TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 3: Claimed My fingers were still sticky from my own cum when I read his text again. Come open the door. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it between my legs, that fresh ache mixing with the leftover throb from watching him shoot his load on the balcony. I didn’t even bother with the robe. I walked downstairs naked, tits bouncing with each step, pussy lips swollen and slick as I reached the front door. My hand shook a little on the knob but I turned it anyway. Alexander stood there in the porch light, tall and commanding, his shirt already half unbuttoned showing that solid chest with silver hairs across it. His eyes dragged over my bare body slow and hungry, cock still half hard in his pants from what we’d just done across the windows. “Good girl,” he said, voice low and rough as he stepped inside without waiting for an invite. He kicked the door shut behind him, locked it, and grabbed my waist with both big hands, pulling me flush against him. “You’ve been teasing me

Chapter 2: Lingering Curiosity The next three days blurred together in a haze of fresh sheets and polished marble. I kept getting assigned to the fourteenth floor. Every morning when I checked the roster, Room 1407 was on my list. Ms. Vesper would just shrug and say, “Guest request. He likes consistency.” I knocked louder this time. “Housekeeping!” No answer. I let myself in carefully. The room smelled like him sandalwood and something richer. On the perfectly made bed sat a small cream envelope with my name written in elegant handwriting. Hazel, Thank you for your thorough work. The room has never looked better. ~ Lucian I stared at the note, my fingers tracing the ink. A small box of expensive Belgian chocolates sat beside it. I opened the box and found a single piece missing, as if he had tasted one before leaving it for me. On the third day, I entered to turn down the bed for the night and froze. Lucian sat at the large desk by the window, working on his laptop. His shir

Chapter 4: Crossing the Line My phone buzzed late at night while I was studying in the staff lounge. The message from the front desk read: Emergency cleaning requested in Room 1407. Guest specifically asked for you. Immediate. My stomach flipped. I knew it was not really an emergency. I changed into a fresh uniform and took the elevator up, heart pounding the entire way. I knocked softly. “Housekeeping, Lucian.” The door opened immediately. Lucian stood there in a black silk robe, loosely tied, his powerful chest visible. His gray eyes burned with hunger. “Come in, Hazel,” he said, voice low and commanding. Before I could push my cart inside, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the suite, closing the door behind us with a firm click. “I have been waiting for you all night.” “Lucian… what are you doing?” I whispered, but I did not pull away. “This is dangerous. I could lose my job.” He backed me against the wall, one hand bracing beside my head. “You will not lose anything.

Chapter 1: The Window Ritual I pushed open the door to Bean & Pages Café at exactly 7:45 like I did every single morning. The bell above the door gave its familiar cheerful jingle, and the warm smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls wrapped around me like a hug. I waved at Mia behind the counter. “Morning, Stella! The usual?” Mia called out with a bright smile. “Yes please,” I replied, digging for my wallet. “Large oat milk latte with an extra shot and one of those blueberry muffins. You are a lifesaver, Mia. I do not know how I would survive finals without you.” She laughed while steaming the milk. “You say that every day, girl. Same window seat?” “Always,” I said, grinning. I paid and carried my tray to the corner table by the big window, the one that gave me the perfect view across the street. I set my books down, opened my laptop like I was going to study, but we both knew the truth. I was here for him. James. I took a slow sip of my latte and let my eyes drift across t

Chapter 3: Crossing the LineI waited until the bookstore lights dimmed and the last customer left before crossing the street. My hands were shaking as I pushed open the door. James was behind the counter, locking the register. When he saw me, his whole face softened into that warm smile I had come to love.“Stella,” he said softly, walking toward me. “You came.”“I told you I would,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “I could not stop thinking about it all day.”He locked the front door with a quiet click, the sound making my pulse race. The bookstore felt different at night warm golden lights, rows of books standing like silent witnesses. James stepped close, so close I could smell the faint scent of paper and coffee on him.“I have been thinking about you too,” he murmured. “Every morning when I look across the street and see you at that window… I know you are there because of me, Stella. I have known for weeks.”My breath caught. He bent down slightly, his face inches f