Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443: 443- Delicious

Aniya stayed still in his arms. Her heart was racing, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the sudden pull or the way his voice had softened.

His embrace was warm and welcoming and all she wanted to do was snuggle more into him. For a moment she forgot, where she was, who she was.

"Are you alright?" She smiled at the concern in his voice and nodded against his chest. She pulled back a little, just enough to look at him, their faces inches apart.

This was the first time, a man stood so close to her with her consent. His eyes were searching hers, filled with something she couldn’t put her finger on.

Was it guilt?

Care?

Or longing?

Whatever it was, it was surreal.

Her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out of her mouth. Before she could think, he leaned in a little, until his soft lips touched hers.

It wasn’t rushed or urgent.

Just a slow lingering touch of his lips against hers. Aniya exhaled a tired breath into his mouth and seemed to give up, realizing later that it was the first kiss of her life.

No male had ever touched her. Her fingers curled slightly against his shirt, grounding herself into him.

His lips were just brushing softly against hers. Maybe checking their softness. Trailing the outline.

When he finally pulled back, he leaned his forehead against hers, "Who are you, girl?" he let the words slip out in a hushed tone and Aniya felt pain in his voice, "It feels like I have known you for a long time. You resemble so much like ... like her."

Aniya frowned a little. Was he looking for someone else in her face?

Her lips still tingled with the warmth of his lips; her thoughts were like a blur. She swallowed, nodding slightly, unsure of what to say.

Did she regret it?

No!

Was she willing to do it again?

A thousand times.

"D... do you..." he cleared his throat and drew himself from her, "Do you need anything else..." his eyes then traveled to their cold coffee cups, "I’ll bring you another coffee."

He seemed as affected by the kiss as her. Aniya didn’t want to let him go and it seemed like his hands were also finding it difficult to let her go.

He put some more distance between them.

"I’ll bring you coffee," he ruffled her hair and then signaled to the couch, "Sit there."

Aniya didn’t want to wait for him on the couch. She wanted to accompany him to the kitchen. But maybe he wanted space. She saw him walking to the kitchen and plopped back on the plush sofa.

"It’s softer than my bed," she thought to herself with a smile and rested her head on the armrest.

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George was standing there in front of the coffee machine. The whizzing sound brought him back to reality.