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

***

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

This girl… she resembled Marissa Sinclair so much. He didn’t know what the original color of Anaya’s hair was, but the mahogany red hair dye she had used was fading near the roots, revealing black streaks. If Abigail was here with him, maybe she would have looked like this girl.

He filled the fresh coffee in the coffee cups and headed to the living room, only to freeze in his tracks.

Anaya Jakes was sleeping peacefully on his couch.

Holding the cups, he stood speechless for a moment, not sure whether to laugh or cry.

Girls were usually crazy to spend time with him and here she was dozing off. As if… as if she owned this place.

As if…

As if she owned his heart.

He placed the coffee cups on the table and went to her. Very quietly he pulled a chair opposite to her and sat down. Bending a bit, he observed her innocent face.

“Will the kiss be a deep one?” she had asked him in his office, and he smiled.

His hand raised as he brushed back the strand of hair that had fallen onto her forehead.

“Who are you?” he whispered, not wanting to disturb her sleep, “What are you doing to me?”

The taste of her lips was still fresh in his mouth. He licked his lips to taste them again. He wanted to steal a kiss in her sleep.

Nah! Behave yourself, George!

He scolded himself.

***

With a smile, Aniya squeezed her eyes and stretched in the bed.

“Umm. It’s too soft,” she felt the mattress under her body and turned slightly, only to find a pair of dark eyes staring back at her.

She frowned in confusion, trying to remember if she was drunk or if this was a dream. Raising her hand, she touched the soft lips of the man who was looking at her with that serious face, but his eyes were dancing in mischief.

His lips were still the same. Soft and warm.

She suddenly wanted to feel that minty breath on her face. Propping up on her elbows, she shifted her weight and placed her palms on the hard chest of the man. With his quivering lips, he folded his arms behind his head and that’s when she realized that he was shirtless.

Hmm. That’s even better.

She leaned forward and gave his lips a small peck. He didn’t seem in the mood to let it go. His one arm, wrapped around her waist while he pulled her to him and started kissing her with that passion that he was holding last night.

Aniya’s heart raced as his other hand settled on her head, pressing her face more into him.

And that’s when Aniya realized with wide eyes.

This is not a dream!

The shirtless George was indeed lying beside her and was kissing her. In her panic, she tried pulling back but he didn’t let her go and moaned in her mouth in protest.

Shit! What am I doing here in his bed?

She felt a shiver passing through her body when the tip of his tongue touched her lips to taste her.

OMG.

She wanted to die and go to heaven. He was delicious.