Page 39 of Mr. Infuriating

“Wow,” she whispered as her finger traced up and down my spine.

Wow indeed.

I pulled out before my cock softened and disappeared into her en suite bathroom to dispatch the condom and clean up. Then I pulled the towel off her rack and brought it back to the bedroom with me.

Her smile was shy as I tended to her. The brazen vixen was gone, and I wasn’t sure if it was regret I saw in her expression or embarrassment. Or something else.

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Gretchen

Okay, now what?

I didn’t really know the proper etiquette for a one-night stand. Was he going to get dressed and leave now, or would he crawl back in bed next to me and fuck me until morning? I wasn’t sure my poor pussy could take being fucked until morning.

Gabe must have felt my uneasiness as he sat on the edge of the bed, because he tucked my hair behind my ear. I could make out his soft smile in the moonlight.

“I can leave now, if you want.” I didn’t respond, so he added, “Or I can stay and hold you in my arms all night.”

Okay, being held all night could work.

But did I want him to stay?

I thought so. If for no other reason than I would feel cheap if he left now.

Don’t get me wrong; I’d loved being filthy with him when we were in the throes of passion. But now that our horniness had subsided, I found myself wondering how I could have been so uninhibited. That was not like me.

At least if he held me in his arms tonight it wouldn’t seem so, “wham, bam, thank youma’am”-ish.

But then again, things were probably going to be awkward as fuck in the light of day. Maybe it’d be better if he just left now.

And this is why I don’t do one-night stands.

“Um, what do you want to do?”

He answered without hesitation, “I’d like to take you to breakfast in the morning.”

Breakfast? Really?

“Is that what you normally do?”

He tilted his head, like he was confused.

“Don’t you eat breakfast in the morning?”

“No, I mean, after you… you know.” I gestured to his naked cock between his legs. “Go home with someone for the night.”

He studied my face for a minute without replying, and I blurted out, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. I’m just kind of new to this no-strings sex thing.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, no. I don’t usually stay until morning. But…” he trailed off.

“But?” I prompted.

His gaze was tender as he stared down at me. “But I don’t want to go yet.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling.

“Oh. Well, in that case”—I scooted over to make room for him and patted the mattress next to me—“let’s snuggle.”

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