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Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

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241- Buried Inside Her

Feast on her body!

Marissa Sinclair!

Those magical words for her.

He again called by that name.

Rafael's eyes rolled down her body until they halted at the throbbing flash between her thighs.

"You are soaking wet, sweetheart," Marissa could see the fiery desire flashing in his eyes, making her toes curl into the sheets. 

His hands left her boobs, and one of the hands traveled down over her skin slowly. When he touched her sensitive spot, Marissa felt herself burning with thousands of trickling tingles. 

She arched her back off the bed when his hands parted her thighs. She opened to him slowly like a newly bloomed flower. His eyes were feasting on her wet folds until he slid down to taste that part of her body.

Marissa had thought that she would not encourage him to use his mouth there, as he had already done that.