Page 17 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

Something felt off when I opened my eyes in the pre-dawn, and I blinked to adjust to the dim light in the room.

The cream-colored walls and dusty-pink accent pieces were foreign. And the white fluffy comforter covering my body didn’t smell familiar.

I rolled to my side and found blonde hair spread across the pillow next to me, along with a naked back. I couldn’t help but smile as the events of the night before came flooding back to me.

How I’d made the little minx lying naked next to me scream my name two more times before I finally came all over her tits.

Like she’d begged me to.

It’d been so fucking hot, I’d seen stars when the last rope of cum blasted onto her porcelain skin.

The memory had my morning wood getting even harder.

Ms. Gretchen Wainwright had been hiding a naughty side, and, being the debauched bastard that I am, I’d been more than happy to help bring it out.

I remembered falling asleep with her nuzzled against my side with her head on my chest, feeling more content than I had in a long while.

Judging by the grey light peeking through the curtains, I guessed it was around six in the morning, my usual time to wake up. But unlike my work days, I didn’t have anywhere to be until that afternoon .

I looked at the sexy woman lying next to me and was glad I didn’t have to get out of bed yet. She might be too sore for another round this morning; I’d pounded her pussy thoroughly last night, but I needed to feel her warm body against mine.

Sliding next to her, I wrapped my arm around her stomach, breathed in the now-familiar floral scent of her shampoo, and nestled my erection between the cleft of her ass.

She let out a soft, “mmm,” but otherwise didn’t stir.

I found myself easily falling back asleep, amazed at how relaxed I felt with her in my arms.

Not to mention the cozy, soft, pink sheets felt fucking fantastic.

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I’d dozed back off but woke up when I felt her slip out of my embrace and the mattress lift when she got out of bed. The bathroom door closed with a soft click, so it was apparent she was trying to be quiet and not wake me.

I appreciated her being considerate, but the question was, would she climb back into bed when she was done in the bathroom? I hoped so.

Hearing the door open, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. But it was hard to keep up the ruse because I could feel her gaze on me, and then she murmured something with a sigh that sounded an awful lot like, “So handsome.”

My eyes flew open at that, and I found her wearing a white fuzzy robe as she hastily stepped away from my side of the bed. Her expression was guilty, like I’d just caught her with her hand in the cookie jar, and she turned on her heel and headed toward her closet door.

“Good morning,” I called with a soft smile.

Her smile seemed forced when she stopped and looked back at me. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby. Must have been the company. How about you?”

“Great!” I think she realized her words were far too peppy for the situation, and so she toned it down when she reiterated, “I slept great. I have an amazing mattress. My ex and I actually fought for custody over it, but my lawyer was better than his. What kind of mattress do you have?”

Now she was just rambling.

“I have a memory foam, too.”

“Aren’t they just the best?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how awkward she was being.

“Yeah. NASA technology is pretty great.”

She was obviously uneasy as she pulled her robe tighter around her chest and glanced around the room, like she was searching for something else to say.

Finally, her gaze returned to me, and we stared at each other for a quiet beat until she cleared her throat and gestured to the bathroom door.

“Um, feel free to use my shower if you want. I set a spare toothbrush on the counter for you. I’m going to get dressed and make some coffee.”

“Thanks.”

I threw back the covers and stood, my dick swinging between my legs as I did. Gretchen quickly glanced away, like there was a spot on the floor that fascinated her, but I could see the blush creeping up her cheeks. It was so adorable, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No need to act shy now, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” she said defensively, and I raised my eyebrows as I stalked closer to her.

“You’re not?”

She lifted her chin defiantly to meet my gaze and affirmed with gusto, “No, I’m not,” but I noticed she was careful not to look down.

“That’s good.” The smirk on my face was apparent as I untied her robe and pulled it open to blatantly appraise her naked body from head to toe.

I liked that she didn’t shrink from my perusal. If her pointed nipples and goosebump-covered skin were any indicators, I’d even venture to say she liked it.

“Gretchen Wainwright—you are fucking stunning.”

“Kelly,” she uttered.

I cocked my head in confusion, so she clarified, “I’m legally Gretchen Kelly now.”

Good, she got rid of that fucker’s last name.

I found I liked that more than I probably should.

“Gretchen Kelly,” I said softly, trying out how her name sounded on my tongue while I stroked my fingers up and down her bare sides. “It suits you.”

A smile escaped her lips. “Thanks. I think so, too.”

“So, Gretchen Kelly. What do you say you join me in the shower?”

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Gretchen

I really wanted to take him up on his offer. Last night had been the best sex of my life, hands down, and I wouldn’t have minded “one for the road,” but…

“I’m kind of sore,” I confessed.

You didn’t go a whole year having sex with only toys every few months to getting pounded into the mattress by a thick eight-inch cock all night without repercussions.

He stopped caressing my side and slid his hand around my waist to pull me closer.

“Oh, darlin’, I’m so sorry.”

I felt the corners of my mouth curve up when I looked up at him. His close proximity had lifted the awkward feeling I’d felt when I woke up with an unfamiliar arm possessively wrapped around me.

“I’m not. Last night was amazing. Thanks for popping my one-night stand cherry.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”

His blue eyes darkened and the mirth that had been dancing in them just seconds before disappeared.

“You’re not going to do it again, though, are you?”

I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”

Does he think I’m never going to have sex again?

“Have another one-night stand, now that your cherry has been popped.”

“I mean… maybe? ”

His jaw ticked like he was clenching it and his grip on my waist tightened.

What is that about?

I cocked my head and asked, “Why?”

Finally, he unclenched his jaw and replied, “It’s not safe.”

I snorted—actually snorted.

“You recognize the hypocrisy in what you just said, right?”

“I do.” His mouth hovered inches from mine. “And I don’t care.”

Before I could offer an indignant retort, his lips captured mine. I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t want his kiss. With a moan, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his, feeling his cock stiffen against my tummy.

Maybe I wasn’t too sore after all.