Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - 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?”

“Yeah…” he whispered eyeing her swollen lips, “this must be Dean and I’m sending him back…”

However, she shook her head while straightening her skirt, “N…No… call him in…” he could detect uncertainty in her voice.

“Are you sure? You don’t need to feel guilty about it. Whatever happened on this couch, I was equally responsible. And this is not the last time we did something like this.”

Marissa rolled her eyes when she sensed the cockiness in her voice. She went to a book rack, placed in the corner of the room and took out a random book to read.

Right now, there was nothing on her mind than face-saving.

***

The door opened with a click and as expected Dean came inside. But he wasn’t alone. Delinda was accompanying him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Dean gave them an apologetic smile, “she wanted Ms. Aaron’s signature and knocked on the door a few times. When it didn’t get opened then she thought to …” Poor him felt the tension in the air and he stopped in mid-sentence.

Marissa was horrified at the realization that Delinda had been knocking at the door for the past few minutes. She raised her eyes only to find Delinda glaring at her.

The poor woman wasn’t doing it openly due to Rafael’s presence.

“It could have waited, Dean,” Rafael said with a curt nod and there was a bite in his voice. He wasn’t even looking at the lady standing behind Dean.

“Sh…she said that the signatures were necessary…” Dean mumbled, maybe realizing by now that he made a mistake.

“Signature isn’t THAT necessary that you start pounding on my door, Dean,” Rafael snapped. Marissa placed back the book and came over to Rafael to place her hand on his shoulder, “It’s OK. I’ve got this,” she whispered.

She was sure that the loud knock was from Delinda not from Dean. He was a gentleman and would never do any such thing.

Rafael closed his eyes at the touch of her hand, trying to take long breaths to calm himself. He could be a beast when needed and Marissa didn’t want Delinda to get fainted.

She wondered if Delinda had always been this hasty. It was a common courtesy not to disturb anyone if the person wasn’t responding to your knocking.

Rafael held Marissa’s hand and gave a gentle kiss at the back of it, not caring that they had an audience, “I’ll be back after taking the round. You don’t take long to finish your work.”

He kissed her cheek and headed out With Dean following him. Leaving Marissa and Delinda alone in the room.

Delinda scanned her from head to toe, a sarcastic smirk playing on her lips. She wasn’t a fool and could easily guess what was going on here.

Rafael and Marissa’s clothes were wrinkled, their lips were swollen, and their hair…

Rafael wasn’t wearing a tie; it was tossed on the floor near the couch.

“Can you tell me why you are here, Delinda? Where is the document that needed to be signed,” Marissa asked her while eyeing her empty hands.

“Marissa Aaron. What you are doing to Mrs. Valerie Sinclair is wrong!” Delinda said boldly, looking into her eyes. Her next words caught Marissa off guard, and a shocked look crossed her face, “Don’t forget, Karma is a bitch. It will come to bite your ass when you are least expecting it.”

Marissa felt her heart sinking. How could she be so wrong about Delinda? Who goes to extreme levels of hate without any proof?

“Don’t you dare cross your limit? Delinda,” Marissa warned her softly, “and I agree. Karma is a bitch indeed. That’s why it’s here to bite Valerie this time. I don’t think you will be able to take it if it follows your ass in the process. Save your ass, Delinda. Because I’m getting sick and tired of your constant bullying. So, stop, Delinda! Just stop!”