Page 25 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gretchen

I shivered as Gabe openly leered at me, but I wasn’t sure if it was from my own desire or because I was chilly.

The weather in Massachusetts had started to warm up, but it hadn’t reached run around outside in your underwear temperatures. And I was standing in the garage in my bra, with the main door wide open.

While technically no one could see me, since we were in the third stall, all it would take for a neighbor to catch us would be for him or her to come around the corner.

Something I found thrillingly erotic.

My god, what has gotten into me?

I stared into the sexy-as-sin man’s cobalt-blue eyes and had to suppress a giggle when I concluded it wasn’t what , but who had gotten into me.

He lowered his mouth to mine, and the only thing I could focus on was how soft his lips were, and how safe I felt when he pulled my body tight against his and wrapped me in his warmth.

As I basked in his embrace, it was all I could do to keep from sighing with contentment.

Instead, I settled for wantonly rubbing against him.

Purely to try and steal his body heat, not because I was slutty.

Although I had to admit, it was hard to argue how virtuous I was when I was half-naked from the waist up while making out in my garage with a man I met less than twenty-four hours ago .

But damn could this man kiss!

That was also on the list of the things I liked about him.

I shivered again and nestled closer to him, and this time, I knew it was from the cold. Gabe noticed because he rubbed his hands up and down my bare arms and whispered, “Let’s go inside, sweetheart.”

“Good idea.”

He swooped down and picked up my pullover, but instead of handing it to me, he draped it over his arm.

“You can have this back when I’m done with you.”

And….my toes just curled.

****

Gabe

It was déjà vu when we walked into her house, and I pressed her against the door and captured her lips with mine. And just like last night, she clung to me while making the cutest noises.

Maybe it was because before meeting Gretchen, I hadn’t had sex in a while, but I could not get enough of her. Her scent, her taste, the little sounds she made… they all had me rock hard.

I wanted to feel her legs wrapped around me as I drove into her heat until her pussy clamped around my cock when she came. Then I wanted to explode inside her.

I couldn’t even wait to make it to her bedroom to have her, so I pushed aside a bin of hats and scarves on the counter in her mud room and lifted her up onto it. It wasn’t a workbench, and she wasn’t bent over, but my dick didn’t care .

When had I reverted back to a seventeen-year-old teenager?

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The blaring sound of a smoke alarm echoed off the walls, followed by Gretchen’s exclamation of “Oh shit!” as she leapt to her feet and flung open the door that led to her kitchen.

Smoke billowed from her oven when she opened the door, pulled a casserole dish out, and promptly took it out the slider off the family room while I quieted the smoke alarm.

The scene was a funny reminder that I was, indeed, not seventeen anymore.

Burnt dinner aside, she looked like a domestic goddess wearing nothing but her bra and yoga pants while donning two oven mitts on her hands.

She came back inside with her head hung low and her shoulders sagged in defeat.

“My lasagna is jinxed.”

I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her hair.

“Aw, it’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll go out to eat. And I still have dessert and wine in my truck.”

She pulled back to look me in the eye.

“No, you don’t understand. My lasagna is cursed. I’m never going to be able to make it again, and I really liked making it.”

“ Never? ”

That seemed a little extreme; definitely dramatic. I’d divorced drama and had no interest in ever being involved with it again. Maybe our weekend-only deal was a good thing after all .

I studied her face, hoping to find a grin or something to tell me she was kidding, but I could tell by her expression that she was serious.

“Because you burned it?”

“No. Well, sort of. Burning it tonight only confirmed it. I’d also taken it to my ex’s office to surprise him with dinner when I found him…” Her voice got softer. “You know.”

Okay, her reaction made a little more sense now.

“Well, technically this time, it’s my fault. I distracted you. So, I think you should try it one more time before deciding it’s cursed.”

And you should invite me over when you do.

Of course, I kept that to myself, but I couldn’t help but think we were on the same wavelength when she offered me a weak smile, and replied, “Yeah, maybe.”

****

Gretchen

I was suddenly very aware of my state of undress and realized I’d gone out in my backyard in my skimpy, see-through bra when I put the smelly, burnt lasagna on the pony wall of the patio.

My neighbors had to be beside themselves.

Yet, I didn’t have it in me to give a damn. It wasn’t like this was going to be a regular occurrence. The neighborhood gossip would blow over soon enough when there were no new developments.

Gabe handed me my hooded shirt .

“Come on, let’s go have dinner.”

I took the offered pullover but didn’t move to put it on.

“I probably should go change if we’re going to go out.”

While I’d been careful to curl my hair and make sure my makeup was on point, I’d purposefully worn yoga pants and a hoodie to give the impression this wasn’t a date. But if he wanted to go out in public, I needed to at least put on a pair of jeans and a sweater.

He shook his head.

“You look beautiful in what you have on. Besides, I’m not exactly dressed to go anywhere fancy. How about if we grab a pizza at Caruso’s?”

Caruso’s was pretty low-key. Plus, they served alcohol, and I could use a drink at the moment.

“That sounds perfect.”