Page 14 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

The second the door to her house closed, I pressed her against it and crashed my mouth down on hers.

She whimpered as she clung to my back while our tongues tangled.

How was this possible? She’d called me an infuriating Jerk of the Year not eight hours earlier, and now I had her pushed against a door while my hands roved down her sides in her mud room.

This can’t be happening. She must have misunderstood me.

I pulled away, panting.

“You understand I’m the guy who built your kitchen cabinets? The same one whose lawyer served you with an intent to sue letter today.”

She pulled her shirt over her head. “I know,” then reached for my hand to lead me further into the house.

I paused to survey her kitchen.

Yeah, the cabinets are going to look amazing in here.

With a tug, she led me up the stairs, down a hallway, and into her bedroom.

My gaze turned to her heavy breasts spilling out of her lacy bra, and I swallowed hard. Still, I hesitated.

“I really can’t cancel your contract, even if we have sex.”

Gretchen seemed undeterred when she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She let the straps fall down her arms and onto the floor, so she was standing topless in front of me. She was more fucking gorgeous than I’d even imagined .

“I understand.”

Her stiff, rosy nipples begged for attention. Attention I was dying to give with my mouth and hands. Her tits looked like they would fit perfectly in my palms.

I felt the need to reiterate, “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

It was like I was trying to talk her out of fucking me. What the hell was I doing?

“You said that already. I’m not either.”

All I could do was stare at her bare tits. My fingers itched to touch them. My mouth watered when I thought about suckling on her stiff, pink nipples. My gaze slowly traveled back to her face.

“You are so beautiful.”

Yet, I remained frozen, wanting to give her an out in case she came to her senses.

Instead, she reached for the hem of my Henley and lifted, but her arms couldn’t reach over my head, so I took over taking off my shirt.

“Good grief,” she muttered as she looked at my bare chest. “You’re…

” Taking a step forward, her hands traveled along my abs and skimmed the waistband of my pants.

I willed her to unfasten my belt, but her touch moved back to my abs, like she’d never seen someone with a sixpack.

Her gaze caught mine and she uttered, “You’re perfect. Do you work out like, every day?”

My lips twitched as I fought a smile. “My job can be pretty strenuous at times, so I don’t really need to hit the gym more than a few times a week.”

Gretchen glanced down at herself, and her arms wrapped around her middle. I immediately grabbed her hands and pulled her arms over her head as my gaze raked down her curves.

“Uh uh. You don’t cover your body up in front of me. You are a fucking goddess.”

She snorted. “Yeah, maybe from a Rubens painting.”

I finally let my hands touch her tits like I’d been aching to do. Thumbing her nipples with both hands, I leaned down so my mouth was inches from hers when I reiterated, “A. Fucking. Goddess. From the first time I laid eyes on you.”

I wasn’t willing to admit that she was my soulmate, but there was no doubt in my mind she was my dream girl come to life.

And now I was about to have a night in heaven with my own Aphrodite. I just hoped one night would be enough.

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Gretchen

This man with his silver tongue, ripped abs, and gorgeous face…

I really should hate him. Because of him, I might have to sell my beloved house. But it was hard to hate him when all I wanted was to feel his hands all over my body. And yes, ride his cock.

Lack of sex was obviously messing with my brain.

I reasoned with myself, it’s Troy’s fault, not Gabe’s, that I might have to sell the house .

Troy was the one I should be mad at—he’s the one who ruined our family, not the Greek god who was currently running his tongue around my nipple.

Gabe lifted his head to look at my face. “Where’d you go, sweetheart? Stay with me.”

I couldn’t believe he’d been that in-tune with me to notice my mind had flitted elsewhere, so I swallowed hard and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby.” His lips grazed my neck before he murmured in my ear, “The only thing I want you thinking about is what I’m doing to you and how it makes you feel.” He nipped at my earlobe, then growled, “Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

Fuck yeah, I could.

I nodded in response.

“Good girl.”

His fingers kneaded my right boob while he dipped his head and resumed his oral attention to my left nipple. The scruff of his face was rough against my skin, reminding me he was all man. I wondered how the stubble would feel along my inner thighs.

As if reading my mind, he ran his index finger along the waistband of my painted-on jeans.

“What do you say we take these off?”

“I will if you will.”

With a smirk, he took a step back and unbuckled his belt, then popped the button open on his cargo pants, and smoothly slid them down his muscular thighs—his eyes on me the entire time he undressed .

Me? I was a little less graceful as I kicked off my heels, shimmied my jeans over my hips, then tugged them down past my knees, and almost fell over as I awkwardly pulled them over my ankles. All while he stood watching me with his cock tenting his grey boxer-briefs.

And what a spectacular tent it was. It almost made me forget to be embarrassed at the spectacle I was making of myself as I tried to get down to my underwear.

And I thought I’d done such a good job of projecting “sexy” when I took off my top and bra…

So much for being a temptress.

I was noticeably shorter without my heels when I stood before him in my black satin panties.

His nostrils flared as his gaze traveled down my body and back up again, but instead of reaching for me, he asked, “You’re sure about this?”

Good grief, what did a girl need to do to get laid around here ?

Cupping his cock over the fabric of his underwear while pressing my naked tits against his bare chest, I looked up at him and breathed, “Positive.”

The skin-on-skin contact was electric, and my body broke out in goosebumps. Something he noticed because he chuckled as he lightly traced the raised hairs along my back.

“I like having this effect on you.”

My hand slid under his waistband, and I palmed his warm, smooth cock in my hand.

“And I like having this effect on you.”

“You have no idea how much, baby. ”

Slowly stroking his shaft, I whispered, “Actually I think I do.”

He grinned as he ran his hands along the satin covering my ass, then worked his fingers around the lace waistband to trace the seam of my pussy. I knew the fabric was drenched.

“Your panties are wet, sweetheart.”

“I wonder why,” I replied cheekily as I smeared his precum around the tip of his cock with my thumb.

“Do you need to be fucked?”

I arched my boobs against him. “Mmm, god yes.”

Gabe grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged my head back, so I had no choice but to look at him.

“Beg me.”

Ho-lee fuck.

I had not been expecting that, but it had to be the hottest thing ever.

I think my juices are running down my leg.

“Please fuck my pussy,” I whispered breathlessly. “Please. I need your cock so badly.”

Not letting go of my hair, with his other hand, he reached between my legs, moved my panties to the side, and ran a finger down my center. The corner of his mouth hitched.

“You’re fucking soaked.”

Uh… yeah. You just told me to beg you while you pulled my hair.

I decided to try again.

“Please, Gabe.”

Tugging a little harder on my hair so my head tilted farther back, he stared into my eyes and growled, “No,” before releasing his hold on my tresses.

I’m sorry—what?