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“Rafael! Put me down!” (O
He did but also pinned her against the wall, “Put you down? Huh. Last night you were very much. interested in…” She didn’t let him finish and placed her palm on her mouth.
“No! Stop!” she could see his eyes dancing in mischief.
“Last night…” he spoke again but she pressed her palm more into his mouth.
“Shut up! Another word from you and I won’t eat this breakfast. Moreover, I’ll tell everyone in the office what a horrible chef you are.”
The threat seemed to work because his eyes went wide with shock, “Seriously?”
“Yeah seriously, she nodded, and he could see laughter in her eyes too.
He nodded in agreement and raised his hands to show her, that he not only gave up but also accepted her conditions.
She showed him a thumbs–up sign and removed her hand from his mouth.
He wasn’t speaking anything, but she was still pinned between the wall and his hard body. “Marissa…” He scratched his head, but her eyes bulged out.
“You go back on your word, and I’ll tell everyone the president of MSin slept with me last night,” she gave him a proud grin, but he was wearing a serious expression on his face.
“I’ll be honored if you do that,” he whispered looking into her eyes. She swallowed hard and eyed his lips.
They were standing so close, and she realized that they were staring at each other. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest and wondered if he could hear it as well.
The tension between them had been building all night. His chest was touching hers most intimately, while his face was just inches away.
Their eyes were locked, and she could see the intensity in those emerald–green orbs.
“Your eyes… there are so many shades of green,” she whispered and felt him holding her chin between his thumb and index finger.
“And your black eyes have everything in them. It’s so easy to tell what’s going on in your mind just by looking into them.
She swallowed her saliva and felt her breathing hitched in her chest. Slowly she felt the world around them fading away in the background.
The time seemed to go still.
Marissa’s lips parted slightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. It felt like she had been running in a marathon.
He slowly leaned forward, his gaze not leaving hers. Marissa’s heart fluttered wildly when she
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on her face.
felt his hot breath on her face.
Warm and inviting.
She was no more in a position to ignore this heavy magnetic pull between them. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips brushed against hers.
Soft. As always. Umm…
A shiver ran down her spine as she leaned into him. Her hands touched his bare chest and then traveled to his shoulders until they were tied around his neck.
She felt his hands around her waist, pulling her closer. She wanted to melt into his embrace. His lips sucked hers initially and then he started kissing her more intensely after biting her lower lip. She moaned in his mouth and moved closer to him except there wasn’t any more space left to be.
covered.
She moaned loudly when felt his hand moving inside her shirt. She waited…
The touch of his hands on her skin… she waited when it started grazing her skin until it was cupping her boob above her bra.
She didn’t know if his hand was doing more delicious things or if it was his mouth. His tongue had entered her mouth and was now trying to discover every nook and corner.
Her hand brushed over his chest and came down to rest on his nip*ple.
How she used to enjoy licking it.
She flipped her hand until her knuckles started traveling down, touching his skin throughout until it reached near the band of his pants.
She tried to insert her hand, but it was too tight. His grazing teeth stopped when he felt her struggle.
When she didn’t succeed, her hand traveled lower above his pants and fondled his cock in her hand.
Big mistake.
He gasped and jumped. Their kiss broke and Marissa came back to the real world.
Was this kiss a mistake?
She looked up to find guilt on his face. But no. There was just this gentleness there.
“You naughty little thing,” he remarked holding her face and she was happy that he was as affected by the kiss as her.
The way he was panting, the way he was huge down there. He wanted her.
Marissa was yearning for more. She wanted more.
But… but he thought of her as his babies‘ mom. Nothing else. If he took Valerie as his wife, then this was cheating.
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“Marissa…” he trailed off when she didn’t let him speak.
“Rafael. If you want anything else other than my involvement with babies, then it has to be fair and square.”
He shrugged in confusion, “Meaning?”
“Meaning is…” she touched her tongue to her inner cheek, “You need to be very clear what we are. The world should know about our relationship. We need to tell Valerie and Nina too.”
“I was waiting for you, Marissa. Remember? You asked me not to tell them about our kids?”
“Yes, I do remember that,” she reminded herself about Delinda’s words, “I just don’t want the people to think that I’m a third wheel in your marriage.”
He nodded in understanding, “What do you have in mind?”
“We need a court statement if we are married. If they think you are married to my sister, then a proper divorce should be there before we come closer. Getting intimate with a married man? A big no! And if you are married to me then a proper announcement must be there. You can’t enjoy my body when you are married to my sister.”
To him, her every word made sense.
“Got it. I know. This is basic decency, he agreed.
“Until and unless things get resolved, I still insist. Try to keep our kids a secret.”
He smiled, watching her closely, “So why do you think the MSin website isn’t working anymore.
little Greene?”
“What. Do. You. Mean?”
“The moment you joined MSin, I asked Dean to get it removed. I couldn’t let my employees‘ names go out when yours was still there. It was meant to respect your privacy.”
She chuckled and then remembered something, “By the way, Sinclair Industries was a catchy. name. What happened to it? Why MSin? Is it because of Miles Sinclair? I remember how you loved
your grandfather,” he kept looking at her face and then kissed her cheek softly and started taking back steps,
“Get ready. I need to be in an official meeting with someone outside the office and no,” he stopped before disappearing into her room, “MSin doesn’t stand for Miles Sinclair.”
With a restrained smile, he went inside without offering any further explanation and closed the door behind him.
Marissa thought in confusion.
MSin doesn’t stand for Miles Sinclair. Then who does it stand for? His great grandfather?”
