Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: 237- Stop, Delinda. Just Stop!

They were sprawled on the narrow office couch, making out like two teenage kids. Rafael had never felt so complete and so content by mere kisses.

He never knew that making out on the couch when she was draped on top of him could be this electrifying.

Holding the back of her neck, he was kissing her luscious lips, and she was an equal participant.

She was very much aware of his poking co*ck and couldn’t wait to get it inside her.

"Umm. Rafael..." she moaned before pushing her tongue into his mouth. He must be waiting for it because he opened it at once, welcoming it inside, "You... taste... umm... so good..."

His eyes were rolling back just like they used to be, whenever he had this taste of strawberry on his tongue.

His one hand crawled to her ass and kneaded it. He wanted to get rid of her clothes right then and there, but again the same thought crossed his mind.

She deserved a bed.

"Marissa... let’s go home..." he said in between the kisses.

Holding his head, she wasn’t letting him go, "Wait... few more minutes..." she mumbled against his lips.

Rafael chuckled into her mouth, she had been saying it for the last hour, "Marissa..." with great effort, he held her shoulders and pushed her a little.

"Sweetheart! Let’s go home..." he tried to convince her again, but she again brought her lips down...

"Umm hmm... in a minute, honey..."

Rafael could feel his hard member getting harder by the endearment, honey.

He let her do whatever she was doing to his mouth.

The way her thighs rubbed against his hardness whenever she moved over him, he used to get aroused.

Marissa’s tongue brushed his teeth and then climbed up to taste his gums when there was a loud banging on the office door making them go still.

"Shit!" with a bewildered look, Marissa tried to get up from the couch and stumbled over his body.

"Relax!" he tried holding her, but she wanted to get off the couch quite quickly and her knee nudged right close to his balls.

"Rafael! Dean can open the door..."

Pulling her to him, Rafael clutched her to his chest and then got up, thanking God for saving his balls from Marissa’s knee just by an inch.

"Shh... sweetheart. No one is coming. I locked it from inside... the door... it’s locked..."

She took a sigh of relief when the words registered in her mind, "Is it?"