Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: 194- Vibr*ator

Marissa felt like she had turned into stone.

A statue.

Seeing him taking laps across the pool felt so mesmerizing that she couldn’t move her eyes away from him.

His powerful arms were slicing through the water and all she could do was swallow hard.

Rafael Sinclair was making things harder for her. He didn’t even realize what effect he had on her senses even after so many years.

With every movement, his toned muscles flexed. Marissa’s eyes were fixed on him. The tiled floor under her feet might be cold but was nothing in contrast to the heat slowly spreading in the forbidden areas of her body.

At least, water is lucky. It’s able to touch Rafael in places where she couldn’t touch him freely. This intense swirl of emotions was making it harder to breathe.

Pure fascination could be seen in her eyes.

After taking several laps, Rafael reached the end of the pool and paused for a moment. After a few moments, he turned slowly, his gaze meeting hers.

For a brief second, the time seemed to freeze. As their eyes locked, she felt a jolt running through her soul and body.

His eyes now carried the same intensity that she had been witnessing on and off. As a handsome business tycoon, he must have met several girls who weren’t less than the models.

Then why would he find her attractive?

The air was now heavier and there was this unspoken tension that could be felt between them.

Rafael pushed off the wall, diving back into the laps. With the same powerful movements, he started gliding towards her.

Marissa’s heart raced when found him approaching her. He stopped at some distance from her and emerged from the water. Droplets were cascading down his muscular frame. He ran a hand through his wet hair, brushing it back, and then turned towards her.

When their eyes met, a smirk played on his lips, and his expression transformed from serious to mischief.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased her in his usual deep voice.

Trying to shrug it off nonchalantly, she struggled to maintain her composure, “Look at you! You are delusional. I was just trying to learn some swimming techniques.”

After the retort, she looked down as if she was looking for something in the water.

It used to be only her heart, that used to betray her. But tonight, her whole body seemed to go against her.

Rafael moved a step closer causing the water, lapping gently around his waist, “You alright?”

His wet hand reached up and he pressed the back of it to her forehead.

“Yeah. I’m good. Tired maybe!” she curved down her lips and tilted her body slightly to look outside the pool.

The recliners were there, and she suddenly had this urge to leave the pool and sit there. Now she was regretting it.

She had a one-piece swimming wear lying somewhere at home. It was more decent than this.

Being a fool, she looked down and was horrified to find that her skimpy bra was showing her nip*ples.

Tucking her wet hair behind her ear, in embarrassment, she tried to smile, “I did enough swimming for today. And I feel better. Th …the backache… it’s gone… it’s completely gone.”

Behave yourself, Marissa! She scolded herself.

Very slowly, Rafael glided closer to her and watched her face.

His hand raised to cup her cheek, “Just a few minutes back you said you feel tired and now you are telling me all your pains and aches are gone. Why don’t you make up your mind sweetheart.”

Oh, God! Why is he touching me?

He was teasing her, but she took it seriously, “Yes. I’m tired though there is no pain anywhere, it’s… just… tiredness,” She was moving her head a little too forcefully to convince him, “And… you can remove your hand now.”

Holding his wrist, she pushed it gently, “Thank you.”

Taking him by surprise, she rounded him and swam away. She needed to get out of here. It was a bad decision to use the pool.

Public pools were always better.

Rafael saw her when she reached the pool steps and started climbing them in haste. With worry, he went after her.

She went to the table and picked up a towel to dry herself. She wasn’t surprised when heard his footsteps behind her.

“Marissa. What is it?” he murmured, “Tell me.”

Fu*ck! Even this whisper was too se*xy!

After drying herself, she bent down to pick up the robe and then dropped it accidentally.

“Fu*ck!” she mumbled and bent again to the ground. Before she could touch it, he had picked it for her.

Instead of taking it, she looked into his eyes and straightened, “Is there someone troubling you at MSin?” he asked in a cold voice, “They’ll soon come to you, to apologize,” he said icily.

Marissa wasn’t aware why she was furious.

“I don’t need their apology. Ok?” she bent again to pick another robe but unfortunately, it was another towel. She could feel the frustration building up.

“Where is the damn robe!” She looked around.

Instead of helping her, he was standing there with his arms folded on his chest. Water was dripping from his hair and body, and his gaze was again getting intense.

“Sweetheart!” he called her, and Marissa went still. Just one endearment. The way he called her it felt… it felt like…

He didn’t give her time to think and pinched her chin to raise her face.

“Tell me, love. What’s bothering you?” he asked her gently.

Love? Did he call her love?

Now she wanted to cry.

Sweetheart. Love.

Why was he using these endearments on her so casually?

“Marissa,” he bent down bringing his face closer to hers.

“Leave me!” she shoved away his hand, “Don’t touch me!”

The same Marissa who looked all vulnerable had now became the same dragon, he loved.

“I can’t find a damn bathrobe and I can’t… you are making things difficult for me, Rafael” She pushed him away, but his gorgeous body didn’t even budge.

“Me?” he asked her in confusion.

“Yes. You. I forgot my vibrator at home…” she snapped at him and slapped his arm again while Rafael Sinclair’s mouth was hung open in surprise.

Did she say Vibrator?

“Honey! Did you say vibrator?”

But she had again bent down to look for the robe that was right there in the next stack. Holding her by the waist, he straightened her and pinned her back to the table.

“Did you say vibrator?” he almost growled, his voice on edge.

She was trying her best to avoid the eye contact. But this time he made the attempt impossible by holding her face in his hands.

“Marissa. Love. Vibrator. Did you say vibrator?” he asked her again and Marissa closed her eyes.

“I… I think you should stay away from me, Rafael. P-please,” She almost begged him.

“No!” he barked, “I made the mistake once, I’m never repeating it. No, Marissa. Don’t do that to me.”

Marissa held his hands and then at last met his eyes. She had forgotten that she was still without a robe, only in her bra and panties.

Until the soft breeze touched her body making her shudder.

Rafael felt it and didn’t take time to pull her full, round body into his warm one.

“You feel cold. Just stay with me. You’ll feel better.”

Marissa gasped and felt a shiver run down her spine.

“R-Rafael…”

“Marissa!” he closed his eyes and felt himself going rigid under his trunks.

“You are still so soft and …. So, round… in all the right places,” he whispered.

His hand moved up and started stroking her bare arm.

She wanted to warn him. She wanted to ask him not to touch her. This was dangerous.

But before she could utter a single word, his mouth crashed onto hers.

With a loud moan, her arms were around his neck, tightening the hold.

His mouth was moving hungrily against hers and then his tongue entered there to taste her more.

Marissa whose panties were already drenched by the pool water could now feel it getting wet due to other reasons.

Since the day they met again, this was the first time their skins were in contact in such an intimate way.

Rafael’s hand crept behind her ass that was bulging out of her panties and squeezed it, pressing her into him to let her feel his hardness.

Marissa’s heart was pounding violently in her chest. She had to scratch the nape of his neck when felt his hand kneading her ass. The combination with hot kisses was deadly.

His breathing was rough and uncontrollable when his tongue started fighting hers. He wanted to taste every nook and corner of her mouth.

Her hands started running across his muscular contours.

He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and before she could protest, his lips moved to her cheek and then traveled to the hollow of her neck. Marissa threaded her fingers through his hair and started grinding his face to her neck.

However, her breathing hitched in her chest when she felt his hand moving dangerously close to her inner thigh.

“Rafael!” she moaned his name, her body arched into him just to feel the touch.

She wiggled her hips a little.

Why?

So that she could guide his hand silently, to touch that sensitive bud.