Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: 201- His Lips

They were sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet dangling in the water. They both were clad in bathing robes, provided by the hotel.

The pool area was dimly lit because of his instructions to the hotel staff.

A barbecue platter was placed there, which Rafael ordered just an hour back. It had gotten quite late, but he wanted to admit that this was the best time of his life.

The platter was not on a proper table but on the floor. Something that was against his elite-class upbringing. But he didn’t mind if she was accompanying him.

Marissa speared a piece of chicken barbecue to her fork while telling him about her childhood. The best part was, she wasn’t telling him about Valerie or her parents.

It was just about her and her school, and her old friends

While listening to her, Rafael was trying his best to focus on the words but instead, his mind was wandering to the moans that he heard from her mouth just an hour back.

Eating her out under that pool water proved to be the most ecstatic moment of his life.

"I’m telling you something serious and here you have a big smile on your face," she pushed another chicken piece into her mouth and started chewing it.

"No, honey. I’m listening," he quickly explained to her.

He made this night just about her. A woman who didn’t let any other man in her life after him. He was the only one for her, despite him being a jerk in the past.

"Then tell me what I was talking about?" she asked him mischievously. Rafael picked up the chicken piece between his forefinger and thumb to take it to his mouth, but Marissa swiftly caught his wrist and grabbed the chicken with her teeth.

"Look at you, little Greene. Not letting me eat food. In the next few minutes, I’ll be so weak that ultimately you will need to call someone from the hotel staff to carry me up to my room."

"Uh. Don’t be dramatic!" she rolled her eyes and removed the plate between them. Rafael wanted to protest but then his heart skipped a beat when he realized what she was doing.

She was moving her ass, to get close to him. Biting back his smile, he threw his arm around her and pulled her to his side tightly. The platter was now rested on her lap.

"I’m not being dramatic," he kissed her head before pressing it against his chest, "I am feeling so weak and need nutrition."

Marissa tried to control her yawn and nuzzled her nose into his chest, "Your body needs nutrition? Seriously? While I’m the one who was sucked dry just a few minutes back."

It wasn’t what she said but how she said it. He couldn’t contain his laughter.

Marissa bit her tongue between her lips, "Shit. Wrong words!"

"You don’t have to worry about wrong or right when I’m around," this time he placed his finger under her chin to lift her face up. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Gosh! Her lips were so inviting.

He thought before leaning down and kissed her soft lips. It was supposed to be a quick peck but then he changed his mind. When he deepened the kiss, Marissa had to forget about the plate, placed on her lap, and held the lapels of his robe.

Rafael meant to do all of it when he kidnapped her for the beach picnic. At that time, she was so angry with him that he couldn’t do anything except to assure her of his presence in her life.

She might be aroused right now but he was aware, mentally, she wasn’t ready for it.

Due to her constant kissing and her movements over his body, the front of her robe had gotten undone.

Rafael got the sight of those perfect boobs and closed his eyes. With great struggle, his one hand reached out and closed the lapels.

"Honey!" he whispered when she at last broke the kiss.

"I don’t know what’s happening to me," she pressed her forehead against his, "I can’t seem to stop."

Rafael nodded, understanding perfectly well what she was feeling. Because she wasn’t alone. He felt the same.

Their relationship was quite messed up. She was his wife, yet he couldn’t claim her, couldn’t claim his kids. Until and unless she would ALLOW him to do so.

Yes. As a man, he wanted her permission for every decision in their lives.

He might be the president of MSin. But she was the President of his heart. Of his life.

When Marissa found him quietly thinking about something, she smiled and then again bent down to kiss those kissable lips.

It was a proud moment for her.

His lips were swollen because of her kisses.