Page 19 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
She responds immediately, her body pressing against mine as we lose ourselves in the moment. It’s a familiarity mixed with something new, something more. It feels like we’re right back where we were that night, only this time, it’s different.
The elevator dings when we reach the top floor, and I barely pull away. We walk down the hallway, our hands brushing, the tension between us almost unbearable.
When I open the door to my penthouse, we step inside, and I quickly shut the door behind us.
I lean against the door for a moment, catching my breath.
Blossom steps toward me, her eyes dark with desire. “No one can know about this,” she says quietly.
I nod, stepping toward her, my fingers lightly grazing her cheek. “I don’t want anyone else to know, either.”
We kiss again, the door to my penthouse closing behind us, leaving the rest of the world outside. I take her into my arms, holding her against me as we kiss, our lips enveloping one another’s over and over again.
She feels so light and small in my arms and I love it. I pick her up and carry her into my bedroom. I lay her down and climb atop her, kissing her again, feeling my cock press against her.
I grind my hips against her, thrusting toward her, letting her feel my dick begging to be released from my pants.
Her small hands fall to my crotch. She teases me, rubbing against my hard dick with her hand, only the fabric of my pants keeping us apart.
Silently, she unbuttons them, pulling down my zipper, and I feel the cool, air-conditioned climate hit my exposed cock. She pulls off her pants and straddles me, her delicate hand placed against my chest and pushing me backward.
I feel her slip herself against me, her wetness sliding across me and making me shiver with delight. It’s only a few passes before she grabs my shaft with her hand, standing me erect before sitting down on me completely.
I feel myself plunge into her, my hands fall to her hips, and I grip her tightly as I pump up to meet her. I watch as she serpentines her body across me, flicking her hips back and forth, grinding against me.
I groan, feeling myself rut against her, harder and harder, until she collapses across me, screaming my name and shuddering.
We’re lying in bed, tangled together, our bodies warm and relaxed after everything that’s happened tonight. The city lights pour through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over the room. I can hear the city’s hum below: cars honking, people shouting, the distant sound of life going on.
But in here, it’s just us.
Quiet. Peaceful.
Blossom’s head rests on my chest, her breath soft against my skin. I can feel the rhythm of her heartbeat, steady and calm. My fingers trace small circles along her back, and for a moment, everything else fades away. I’m not thinking about the hotel, the business, or the complicated mess I’ve gotten myself into. It’s just her, here with me.
We’ve been talking quietly, our words drifting like the night air. “You know,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, “this feels real. Like...not just a one-off thing.”
I take a slow breath, unsure of how to answer.
There’s something in her tone, something deeper than just physical attraction.
It’s like she’s asking if there’s more to us than what we’ve shared so far.
“Yeah,” I say, my fingers still tracing the curves of her back. “But...I don’t know what it means.”
She shifts slightly, raising her head to look at me. “What do you mean?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.
I hesitate, feeling a lump form in my throat. “I’ve been avoiding real connections for years. I don’t know how to let someone in without...being afraid of losing them.” My voice cracks a little, and I clear my throat. “This place,” I add, gesturing to the penthouse around us, “it was Whittney’s dream. She wanted to restore this hotel, make it beautiful. I promised her I’d do it. It was important to her.”
Blossom’s eyes soften. She doesn’t say anything right away, just listens, and I’m grateful for that.
Blossom shifts again, and her fingers slide gently over my chest, tracing the scars that I know are there but rarely let anyone see. She lifts her head, her expression gentle but full of concern. “Noah, what happened to Whittney? Why are you so afraid to let someone in?”
I swallow hard, the memory of her still raw after all these years. “She...she died,” I whisper. “Cancer. It was five years ago. It happened fast. We knew it was coming, but it still hit like a ton of bricks. I was with her until the end, holding her hand when she couldn’t hold her head up anymore.”
The words feel heavy in the air between us. I haven’t said them out loud in so long, and I don’t know why I’m saying themnow. Maybe because she’s here. Maybe because I need someone to hear it.
“I’m sorry,” Blossom says softly, her arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. I feel the warmth of her embrace, her fingers threading through my hair. “That must have been...so hard.”
