Page 6 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
The drive back to my place is filled with the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional soft laugh between us. I keep my eyes on the road, but I can’t help stealing glances at her. There’s something magnetic about her, something I can’t shake.
She’s different from the women I’ve been with since Whittney: no games, no walls, just real, raw energy. She makes me feel alive again.
Her hand brushes mine in the car, and I don’t pull away. It’s unexpected, but natural. Her touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I find myself leaning closer, just enough to feel the warmth of her skin next to mine.
We don’t say much as I drive, but every minute spent in the car feels like we’re growing closer, something I haven’t felt in a long time. The air between us is charged, filled with an anticipation I can’t quite place.
I’m not sure what this is, maybe it’s just tonight, maybe it’s more, but there’s something about Blossom that I can’t ignore.
Something that makes me want to see where this goes.
I park the car in the private lot behind the hotel, the engine rumbling to a stop. As I step out, I’m struck by the vibrancy of the city above us.
The skyline is alive with neon lights, the stars obscured by the glow of the city, but the view is no less breathtaking. The skyscrapers reach up like fingers brushing the sky, and the glow of Manhattan’s nightlife creates an almost electric atmosphere that fills the air.
The city pulses with life, but right now, it feels like it’s just me and her, this moment suspended in time.
Blossom is already out of the car, walking alongside me. She glances up at the twinkling lights, her eyes reflecting the shimmering cityscape.
I feel a strange pull toward her, something deeper than just tonight, but I don’t have time to think too hard about it. I want her in ways that make my head spin, but the last thing I need is to complicate things.
We slip through the back entrance of the Hudson Hotel, avoiding the main lobby, where the bustle of guests could slowus down. The doors open to a sleek, quiet hallway that leads to a private elevator. It’s just us here, no one else to interrupt.
As the elevator ascends, the tension between us builds. The soft hum is drowned out by the heat between us.
Without saying a word, I pull her into a kiss, a kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen all night. Her lips are soft, tentative at first, but soon we’re both lost in it—this kiss is full of heat, hunger, and something I can’t quite name.
We part only when the elevator dings, signaling our arrival at the top.
My penthouse.
I open the door, and as she steps inside, I can’t help but feel that everything is changing.
My hands grip her sleek body as we enter the doorway, and I kick the door closed with the flick of my foot behind me. The smell of her vanilla and rose perfume takes my breath away, I literally wish I could inhale her like the pull from the finest cigar and hold her in my lungs forever.
Her laugh is addictive. It makes me eager to hear the sound of her moans and sighs, and my hands explore more than just her refined waist and curvaceous hips.
My fingers slide beneath her shirt, feeling the silky fabric lift off of her soft, supple skin. Her nipples, pointed and hard, welcome my touch as I swirl my fingertips against her skin.
Blossom’s light moans bring me to my knees, and I lift her into my arms, my hands grabbing her beneath her perky ass and lifting her up to face me. Her soft lips envelop me in kiss after kiss, and I sit down on the couch, letting her straddle me from above.
She smiles down at me, her dark shadow only partially lit by the lights of the city outside.
I grab the edge of her shirt and lift it over her head, exposing her pink, frilly bra that makes my dick stiffen even harderagainst the front of my slacks. I bury my face against her, licking and sucking at her skin.
“Oh, yes, Noah,” she sighs, and I love the way my name sounds as it comes out of her mouth.
I grind up against her as I continue to trail kisses from her chest to her collarbone. I nibble gently against her small, bony shoulder and she laughs, recoiling from me.
“Where are you going?” I say playfully, a slight growl in my voice that elicits even more giggles from her. Her chestnut hair drapes down over me, washing me in a soft waterfall of rose and vanilla scent.
The taste of her skin puts me on edge and makes me want to take this further. My hands slip around to the back of her bra and I pull the hooks loose, my mouth falling on her perfect tits.
She moans my name again, her head falling backward, and I take one of her pebbled nipples in between my teeth, gently tugging as I look up at her. She’s shivering a little, her hips grinding against my aching cock.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I whisper to her.
Her hands fall to my belt and she pulls it apart, a delicate smile still stretched across her luscious lips. A small gasp leaves her lips as she takes in the size of my cock before she drops to her knees in front of my couch.
