Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: 189- Naughty Ideas

Marissa was still smiling when the door closed behind her.

"What are you so happy about?" Rafael’s curious voice made her jump in shock.

She shook her head and laughed, "Hey! When did you arrive?"

Rafael had already left his seat and strolled towards her with his arms outstretched. He wanted to hold her hands but then changed his mind and pulled her to him, "God. I missed you."

He breathed in her hair.

"Ahan! We just met this morning before leaving for office, Mr. Sinclair," she said into his chest. She could never get tired of smelling his shirt.

Marissa always found his manly scent irresistible.

It was a struggle to remind herself that they were in the office, "We need to take care of the office decorum," she tried pulling back but he didn’t let her.

"No!" he yelled like a toddler and Marissa rolled her lips to control the mirth.

"You sound younger than your kids! You know that?"

"No," he nuzzled his nose into her cheek, "Nobody ever told me that. Come again!"

She chuckled and felt the force of his nose tip poking into her face, "Rafael!" this time there was a clear warning in her voice, "This is office."

"Yeah. But this is our office. We can do whatever we want," she always liked the sound of it.

Our office.

She held his face in her palms and kissed his mouth, "Behave yourself and let me go. I need to do a lot."

It seemed like he didn’t even listen to what she said. Instead, he kept planting butterfly kisses all over her face.

"Umm," she heaved a sigh, "Heaven!"

"You find my kisses heavenly," he asked her after giving a light bite to her lips. For which she wasn’t ready for.

"Ouch! Rafael!" she even slapped his arm.

"Sorry. That was unintentional! What to do when you are so... so..." he gritted his teeth, rolling back his eyes.

"So?" she raised a brow controlling her mirth, but he was still not looking at her, his lips got busy again on her face.

She held him by his collar and gave him a little push but that was futile effort. She couldn’t move him, even an inch.

That’s why she found it easier to place her palm over his mouth, "Mr. Rafael Sinclair. Answer me. Finish the sentence. So?"

"So?" he looked dumb with the question, "So what?" his voice was muffled against her palm and the heavy vibration had a direct effect on her core.

"You need to tell me about this, ’so what’. You just said, what to do when I am so..." she again looked at him questioningly, leaving it hanging.

With her hand still placed on his mouth, he looked into her eyes. Removing her hand gently, he kissed it lightly, "What to do," he said softly not moving his eyes away from hers, "when you’re so ...tempting and so ... beautiful."

Marissa was taken aback not only by his choice of words but also by the way his eyes were scanning her face.

He never called her beautiful. She realized that.

"Y-you find me tempting and... beautiful?" she then laughed awkwardly, "Good joke."

But he was already shaking his head, "This is not a joke, Marissa," he swallowed hard, and Marissa’s eyes got stuck on Adam’s apple that moved down his throat.

Oh, God! She wanted this man. Her body craved for him. Her core wanted his touch there. His finger might be good, his tongue might be better but his cock.