Page 118 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

The rest of the afternoon is a blur of games, snacks, and sun-soaked chaos.

By the time it starts winding down, most of the kids are either exhausted or sun-drunk, wrapped in towels, sipping juice boxes, oddly quiet at last.

Robbie is curled up on a lounge chair, fighting to keep his eyes open.

Annie sits beside him, her fingers combing through his damp hair, murmuring something softly. I stand nearby, drying off with a towel, watching the scene unfold.

“You had fun,” she says after a moment, her voice teasing.

I glance at her. “What makes you think that?”

She smiles. “Because you’re still here. And you haven’t checked your watch once.”

I pause.

She’s right.

I haven’t thought about work, haven’t worried about emails or meetings or investors. I haven’t felt the urge to step away, to disappear into my office.

I’ve been here.

Present.

And I don’t know if I should be grateful or terrified.

Annie yawns, stretching her arms above her head, her skin still glistening with droplets of water. The sight shouldn’t be distracting, but it is.

My gaze follows a single droplet as it slides down the slope of her neck, then lower, tracing the curve of her breasts.

Fuck. I want to follow the path of that little droplet with my tongue. My mouth goes dry, thinking about what’s hidden from me by a thin scrap of material.

She notices me watching, and her nipples harden.

I lick my lips and she pulls her towel up to cover her breasts before anyone else notice.

I want to snatch that towel away from her and…

An image of her laid out on a beach invades my mind. I imagine the heat is beating down on us as I slowly remove her bathing suit and take my time, tasting her breasts, feasting between those long legs until I’m satisfied, and she’s hoarse from screaming and begging for mercy.

Fuck.

I need to get her alone.

Soon.

I turn to her, opening my mouth to suggest a quieter place to hang out for a bit, when she speaks.

“Thanks for doing this. It meant a lot to Robbie.”

I blink and shift my thoughts. Something tightens in my chest, something unfamiliar.

I look down at my son, his tiny fingers clutching Annie’s towel.

It meant a lot to him.

And, maybe… it meant a lot to me too.

This was just one afternoon, and it meant the world to him. What would it mean if I did something else. Somethingmore.

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