Page 64 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

I shook my head. “Look at me,” I said. When she tipped her head up to me, I looked into those grass green eyes and knew that I wanted to do it all with her, no matter what came our way. “I want all three of them as much as I want you.”

“Promise?” she asked.

I nodded. “Promise.”

She studied my face as if she were waiting for me to tell her I was joking now. But I was more serious about this than I had been about a lot of things in my life. I kissed Danielle, and she melted against me, accepting what I was saying as the truth.

“Dinner is ready,” she said.

The three of us ate together. Tommy was in a good mood, talking about his day at school. He chatted away happily, and I watched him, smiling. I hadn’t ever seen him this happy. Danielle had only been living with us for a short while, but already, it was making a difference in Tommy. He finally had a balanced family.

When supper was over, Tommy put on his pajamas and came to fetch us. Every night, he wanted Danielle to read to him. I had to admit it was my favorite part of the day, too.

I settled into the armchair in the corner and listened to her voice rise and fall as she read from Tommy’s favorite books. This was how memories were made, I thought. This was what I would revisit when I was away from my family and I missed them. This was what I would hurry back to.

Tommy fell asleep while Danielle was reading. When she realized it, she smiled and closed the book, glancing at me. I was calm as well. I could have dozed off, too, if she’d kept going.

“Come on,” she whispered.

I quietly stood and tiptoed to Tommy, kissing him on the head before we left his room. I closed his door halfway and turned to Danielle.

“Come with me,” I said, taking Danielle’s hand. I led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. Tommy would knock if he really needed us. For now, I wanted to be alone with Danielle.

I ran the back of my hand down her cheek.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I asked Danielle.

She blushed, turning her eyes down. I cupped her cheeks with my hands, tipping her face up. I kissed her, pouring everything I felt for her into that kiss. I needed her to know that in a very short time, she had become everything to me.

“I love you, too,” Danielle said through our kisses, and it was music to my ears. Hearing her say that to me, knowing that it was all real, and I wasn’t stuck in a dream was the happily ever after I had missed out on the first time around.

Danielle pressed her body flush against mine, moving her hips and pressing her body against my dick. I was already hardening in my pants. Her breasts were soft against my chest, and I lifted my hand and cupped one of them, massaging it, feeling her hard nipple poke through the material. The need to be inside her grew by the second. I didn’t think I would ever stop wanting her. Everything about Danielle was intoxicating.

She unbuttoned the work shirt I was still wearing and peeled it off my shoulders, running her hands over my chest and down my abs. My stomach muscles tightened when she raked her fingers through the triangle of hair on my lower stomach.

I helped Danielle out of her shirt before she undid my pants. I didn’t let her do more. I wanted her on her back while I could still have her. In a few short months, her belly would be too big, and we would have to compromise with her on top or me from behind until the babies were born. I guided her toward the bed while I kissed her, laying her down on her back. Her thighs fell open for me.

“God, I love it when you want me like this,” I said.

I undid her pants and pulled them down, pulling her sexy lace thong along with them. When she was naked, I kicked off my own pants and crawled onto the bed.

I wanted to be in complete control, on top of her, inside of her, connected.

“You’re beautiful,” I said to her, tracing her profile with my fingers and looking into her eyes that were the color of spring leaves. I never wanted to stop looking into those eyes. Today was about making love, about showing her what she meant to me, not just about fucking.

Danielle blushed, and her rosy cheeks made her that much more beautiful. I reached between our bodies, pushing my hands between her legs.

“You’re so hot for me,” I said when I dipped my fingers into her and felt her wetness.

“It’s these damn hormones,” she said.

“Not your hot man?” I asked with mock offense.

“And my hot man,” she said, giggling.

I smiled and kissed her, pumping my fingers into her a few times until she gasped and cried out. I guided my dick to her entrance, and Danielle’s breath hitched in her throat when I pushed into her. She was tighter than usual, and I groaned at the same time she did.

When I was inside of her, she shuddered, and I felt her body contract around my cock. I kissed her again before I slid out of her and started slowly rocking my hips back and forth. I wanted to tease her, to get her to open up for me more and more. I watched her face and saw the hunger growing as I kept it slow, torturing her.

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