Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: 236- Little Man ;-)

"How do you think the public will react after meeting our kids?" She asked him in a bare whisper. They both were lying on the floor sharing a small cushion under their heads, their feet propped up on the sofa.

He moved his head to look at her and found her inspecting the ceiling. He followed her gaze and chuckled, "What are you looking for, up there?"

"You didn’t answer my question, smart pants," she said in the same lost voice.

He propped on one elbow to have a better look at her face. Today her face had a constant relaxed smile glued to her lips.

"Do we care what the public will think about them?" he answered her question somberly.

She pursed her lips into a small sad smile, "Valerie might create trouble if she finds out about the announcement."

"Don’t worry about the troubles, Little Greene. Remember? You have me. We are a team. About troubles? I’m working on that along with my lawyers but there is something you need to understand."

She finally shifted her attention from the ceiling to his face, "And what is that?"

He leaned ahead to kiss her lips, "After the revelation, you and the kids will need constant guards around you."

"Urgh!" she groaned in annoyance and got up, "Can’t we have a normal life? Why do guards have to be there?"

"Perks of being a wife of the MSin president, I guess," he said with a sheepish smile and raised his hand to stroke her cheek.

She rolled her eyes and closed them. Twenty-four-seven presence of the guards around her was giving her heart palpitations.

"Marissa?" she heard his concerned voice and opened her eyes to look at him.

"I’m sorry," she straightened her posture, "Being from the working class, I’m not used to these... guards... and all... you know..."

"I know..." he tugged her arm, a silent request to lay back on the cushion. To him, the office didn’t look like the office anymore.

It had turned into a fun place due to her presence.

Ever since he had gotten back into her life, he had been trying to control himself and not cross the line. But today?

After telling those lawyers that she was his wife, it had brought back all the sensations, he used to feel when they were together.

"I can’t wait to make you mine!" he muttered under his breath.

Her eyes went wide when she heard his whisper and he realized that he had blurted it out loud enough to be heard.

"Sorry!" she tried sitting up, but he was quick to place his hand on her shoulder, "Stay! Please."

He said looking into her eyes and Marissa was getting conscious of his presence and his touch. His male cologne was getting to her head and that familiar itching down there was getting worse.

"B...but..."

"Yeah, yeah. I know, it’s not your first time," his eyes softened, "But it will be a first with my eyes when I’ll be able to see you properly. From head to toe," He finished with a smile and Marissa felt the heat rising to her cheeks.

Today he was being bold with her. They never discussed intimacy so openly. A nervous flutter filled her stomach.

He offered his hand to help her up, "Come on. I’ve waited enough. Time to get back home!"

"Now what are you referring to?" she got up, but he didn’t leave her hand when she was straightening her skirt with her single hand.

"I’m referring to us. I waited enough to discover your body. Can you imagine a man living with a beautiful woman who is wildly attracted to her but never makes a pass? Either he isn’t a straight man or is a saint..." he pulled her into his arms with a powerful grip, "I’m not a saint, Marissa!"

He started fixing her hair with his hands. I can’t wait to touch you everywhere," he brought his mouth closer to her face, "with my tongue, hands, and this..." Marissa thought she would die of shock and excitement when he guided her hand to the flier of his dress pants without breaking eye contact.

She rested her cheek against his face and closed her eyes, her hand still resting on his hard member. She gathered the courage and stroked it lightly with her hand.

The sharp intake of his breath was a telltale sign that he wasn’t expecting this boldness from her.

"L-Little Greene..."

A shaky grin crossed her lips when she tried to control her thudding heart, "Well, mister Sinclair. I guess, little Greene really needs your little man inside her."