Page 84 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Hi, Grandma.” I kiss her cheek.

“It’s a madhouse out there. Is this a birthday party or the state fair?”

“Jack wanted to go all out,” I explain. “He says you only have one first birthday party.”

Grandpa stands up, still holding a giggling Scarlett. “And he’s right. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event.”

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year,” I say, taking in the chaos around us.

“It goes by fast,” Grandma says, “but every moment is worth it. Where is Jack?”

“I don’t know. I’ll go find him.” Leaving my grandparents with the babies, I walk through the house and into the backyard.

The home that Jack bought me a little over a year ago has been transformed for today’s birthday party. Several bouncy houses stand tall and proud, their vibrant colors matching the party decor. There’s a pony for rides and a magician as the entertainment. Plus, a DJ and several tables of catered food.

I tried telling Jack none of this was necessary, but the man likes to go big when it comes to everything. And it’s not like I hate it. He’s so completely devoted to the triplets; it melts my heart every time he insists on doing something like this for them.

The party has only just started, and friends and coworkers mill around the yard. Taylor stands by the drink table, a familiar-looking man next to her.

I grin to myself. I’ve only seen pictures of Brett, the guy she’s been dating for the last few months, and I’m excited to meet him today. First, though, I need to find my own boyfriend.

Even a few minutes apart from him are painful. I would have thought both living and working together would mean I’d want some space every once in a while, but the opposite has turned out to be true.

Whenever we have some time away from the triplets, I always want to spend it with him. Over the last year, our appetites for each other have only grown.

Walking past the bouncy houses, I catch a glimpse of Jack talking with some of our coworkers. He looks up and sees me, a wide smile spreading across his face. Excusing himself from the group, he walks over to me, pulling me into a warm embrace.

“Hey beautiful,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “How are you holding up with all of this chaos?”

“I’m good,” I reply, looking up at him. “Just trying to keep track of the triplets and make sure everything’s going smoothly. My grandparents are with them now.”

“You’re doing an amazing job.” His hand rests on my lower back, sending a tingle of desire through me. “I couldn’t ask for a better partner in this crazy adventure.”

I smile at him, my heart swelling with love for this man. Despite all of the challenges that come with raising triplets, I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.

Life with three babies hasn’t been easy, but it’s been worth it. Every sleepless night, every dirty diaper, every moment spent rocking a crying baby — it’s all been worth it.

“Do you have a minute?” His thumb rubs circles across my back.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I want to show you something.” Taking my hand in his, he leads me across the yard and into the house through the side door.

Avoiding everyone else, we take the side stairs and descend to the second floor.

“What’s going on?” I ask, but he doesn’t say a thing.

In our bedroom, he closes and locks the door, then pulls me into his arms. “You look so fucking sexy in that dress that I just had to get you alone for a few minutes.”

I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck. “Well, you have me all to yourself now. What did you want to show me?”

He leans in and kisses me deeply, his hands roaming over my body. “I want to show you how much I love you,” he whispers against my lips. “Ten minutes?”

I grin as heat begins to pool between my thighs. Stolen moments like this are worth their weight in gold, and since the triplets are safe with my grandparents, I’m more than happy to disappear from the party for a short while.

My heart flutters with desire as his hands glide down to the hem of my dress, lifting it up to reveal my lacy panties. He kneels down in front of me, trailing kisses along my inner thighs before pulling my panties down. His tongue flicks over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my core.

I grip his hair, moaning his name as he pleasures me with his tongue and fingers. He feels so freaking amazing; I’m sparking like a live wire under his touch.

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