Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: 180- Over My Dead Body

Her gaze shot up when the unsettling thought crossed her mind. There was a knowing smirk on his face, and she could feel her face heating up.

Good, God! He knows what I am thinking!

She tried to smile and shake off the feeling, "H-how long are we supposed to sit like this?" she didn’t want to sound shy, but his intense gaze made her increasingly self-conscious.

"I don’t have any plans of letting you go," he said casually but Marissa could see the playful flicker in his eyes.

She was aware that the blush must be slowly creeping up her neck, "So, you expect me to sit here and spend the day on this couch, talking to you? Seriously, Rafael!"

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her temple, his breath was warm against her skin, "I won’t mind it, Strawberry. Don’t we have years of catching up to do?"

She didn’t say anything and just stared at his face.

"Enjoying the view so far?" he asked mischievously.

Marissa felt herself falling into a trance and nodded, "Yes. I like what I’m seeing so far. You want to be called handsome? Fine. Here it is. You are gorgeous, Rafael Sinclair."

Rafael threw back his head and laughed loudly, "Thank you, Marissa Aaron," this time he kissed the tip of her nose.

Marissa rolled her eyes, shaking her head, "You aren’t only making it difficult for me to focus on my work but also very successfully distracting me. Congratulations!"

He bent a little to brush his lips against hers for a brief lingering kiss, "Distracting? Huh? Well," he murmured, "I’ll take it as a compliment."

A smile was tugging on her lips, "There were so many things I needed to ask you and Dean, and now see. I’ve almost forgotten everything."

She wanted to stop smiling like a fool and be serious. For God’s sake, she was in his office for work. Not for those heady, intense, and overwhelming kisses.

"Keep thinking hard. Maybe this one will remind you, what you wanted to talk about," he said pressing a kiss on her forehead.

She giggled and smacked his shoulder, "The upcoming event will be in your honor, Rafael Sinclair. I want everything to be perfect," she said in a serious tone pressing her lips together.

"Then kiss me at the event too," he suggested and then winked.

"What!" she was startled, "Kiss you at the event? B-but how?"

God! She was a clown to ask that. Because what he did next, was on a whole new level.

Holding her face, he started smooching her cheeks one by one.

"Rafael!" she was stunned in surprise. He wasn’t stopping and kept kissing her cheeks till they had turned beet red.

"Oui! Stop!" she giggled, squeezing her eyes and he did.

"See. I just demonstrated to you how you can kiss me there," Marissa was holding her cheeks, giggling nonstop.

"Oh, God!" Placing her palms on his chest, she pushed him back and got to her feet. He was quick to hold her wrist.

"Where do you think you are going?"

No, silly. Because I can attack you right on that couch if you’ll keep doing that. She couldn’t share it with him, no matter how close they had gotten.