Page 40 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

Chapter Eighteen

Danielle

He was drunk, but I didn’t care. The last time this had happened, he had been drunk too, and it had worked out beautifully for me. On the night, at least. The space in between had been questionable, but with Rodney on the couch with me, his hands roaming my body, none of that mattered now. All that mattered was the way he made me feel, and he made me feel like I wanted him to take me in every way he wanted.

“I want you so badly, Danielle,” Rodney said. He stumbled over his words a little, just short of slurring, and it was adorable that in his drunken state, I was what he wanted. It was a sign, I thought. When people drank, the truth came out. The face they put on for the rest of the world slipped away, and everyone could see what was underneath.

Tonight, I was getting a glimpse of the real Rodney, the person he could be when no one was looking, when my dad and my age and my job weren’t something to worry about.

Rodney kissed me. He mashed his lips against mine without ceremony, his tongue in my mouth, and I melted. Rodney’s hands slid over my body, squeezing my breasts, running his hands over my hips, and grabbing my ass. Desire washed over me, and every nerve ending came alive. I was so turned on, so ready for him to take me. I had come here tonight hoping we could change what had been said and done, and it was happening.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Rodney said in between kisses. “No matter what I do, I can’t stop myself from wanting to fuck you.”

“That sounds like you being naughty, not me,” I joked.

Rodney shook his head. Both his hands were on my cheeks. “I blame you. If you weren’t so fucking sexy, this would be a lot easier for me.”

I kissed him again. Rodney’s hands slid into my hair, and he pulled it together into a ponytail. He broke the kiss again and hooked my stray hairs behind my ears. It was a romantic gesture in the middle of how sexual we were getting.

“It’s not just your body that drives me crazy, either,” Rodney said. “And that’s what’s gotten me in trouble.”

I couldn’t read the expression on his face. There was desire, yes, but there was something else, too.

“It’s your personality. Your beauty. God, everything about you. I’m fighting this every day, but I can’t help falling for you.”

My stomach did a little flip, and I blinked at Rodney, trying to gauge how much he meant what he was saying. He was drunk, even drunker than he had been last time. It was in the heat of the moment, too. I was shocked to hear the words leave his mouth, but I pushed it away. This was something I didn’t want to worry about now. Rodney’s hands were already roaming again, and it made it harder for me to concentrate.

Rodney kissed me along my jaw, working his way down my neck. I shivered, getting goosebumps all over. Rodney’s hands were on my breasts, massaging me. My nipples were hard against the material of my bra, and when Rodney pulled down the tank top I’d put on, taking the cup with it and exposing my breast, I sighed.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth, licking me and scraping his teeth against the hard nub until I squirmed. It was like my nipple was a direct line to my pussy. The more attention he gave it, the wetter I became.

When he had spent a lot of time on one nipple, he moved to the other. He did the same thing he did before, but I was getting hornier and more impatient.

I was the one to stop Rodney and get up. I took his hand and led him to his bedroom where we could focus on each other without worrying about Tommy waking up and walking in on us doing something indecent on the couch.

Rodney closed the bedroom door behind him, and he was on me a second later. He pushed me toward the bed until I fell backward onto it, and he clambered on top of me, pinning me with his body. He ground his dick against me. I opened my legs, even though we were both clothed, and he bucked his hips against mine, mimicking sex. Rodney pinned my arms above my head, and being completely helpless beneath him was a dream come true. I wanted this. I wanted him to take what he wanted.

After a while of kissing and grinding, Rodney moved his way down my body again. He pulled my tank top over my head with my help. and I unclasped my bra for him when he fumbled with the hooks.

“God, I’ve been wanting to see you like this,” Rodney said when I lay topless before him. His stared at my breasts as if he hadn’t seen breasts before. He touched them again, pinching the nipples and tugging at them. I moaned.

Rodney leaned forward again so that his lips were only an inch from mine.

“Do you know what I really want?” he asked in a whisper, and I felt his breath on my lips. I shook my head. “I want to feel your lips around my cock.”

I shivered. He was so hot when he was this straightforward. Rodney climbed off me and rolled over. He helped me get rid of his pants. When I pulled down his boxers, his cock stood erect, thick and long and delicious. I wrapped my fingers around the base, and Rodney took a sharp intake of breath.

I followed with my mouth, closing my lips over his head, and he groaned, his stomach tightening. Rodney fumbled with his buttons, undoing them and opening his shirt so I could see his torso, as if he knew it was what I’d wanted.

I reached one hand up to his stomach, his body firm, and I felt his stomach muscles tighten beneath my palm. I traced the triangle of hair beneath his navel while I bobbed my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him sliding into my mouth, stretching my lip around the width of him. Sucking Rodney off was delicious. I got more and more turned on. Giving him pleasure gave me pleasure.

Rodney reached for my hair, running his hands through it, but he didn’t grab onto me and guide me. I was doing a perfect job on my own. I cupped his balls and massaged them while I changed the pace on his dick, bobbing faster or sucking slower and pushing him deeper into my mouth.

“God, Danielle, I’m going to lose my load if you keep it up,” he said in a hoarse voice. I stopped and smiled. When Rodney drank, he was more straightforward than usual. I liked him better when he was open like this. Unguarded.

Rodney lifted his head and glanced at me. I kissed the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head.

“I could just lie here and watch you all the time,” he said. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”

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