Page 33 of Mr. Infuriating

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 fewtimes 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 wasallman. 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?”

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