Page 137 of Mr. Infuriating

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Gabe

She swallowed hard before replying with a shaky voice, “I shouldn’t?”

“No.”

“Wh—why not?”

I continued kissing the inside of her wrists, pausing only to reply, “It’ll make it easier for me when I spread your legs and lick your pussy.”

“Oh!” She took another gulp of wine with her free hand before adding, “That would make it easier,” as she set the glass back on the counter.

I pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “Do you know what I was thinking about earlier, when we were in the pantry?”

I felt her hair touch my lips as she gently shook her head.

“I thought about pressing your ass against me, with my hand covering your mouth so no one would hear you moan while I fucked you hard from behind. How good your cuntwould feel as it spasmed around my cock when you came, then how I’d bury myself deep inside you to shoot my load of cum.”

Her “oooh,” was so soft, I wouldn’t have heard it if she wasn’t right next to me.

My fingers slid along her waistband.

“Is your pussy wet for me?”

“No.”

I pulled back and looked down at her with an eyebrow raised.

“No? Are you sure?”

’Cuz I was rock hard, and I know she felt it against her stomach.

She mashed her tits against my chest. “Maybe you should check.”

Oh, hell yes.

The sound of Brittany’s ringtone signaling an incoming text made me jump back like a teenager getting caught feeling up his crush.

The spell was broken, and I instantly found myself questioning if this was a good idea.

Gretchen had suggested we keep each other company—temporarily, and it hadn’t taken but a second for my dick to justify why that was the best thing we’d ever heard. I’d acted before my brain could override my impulse.

But I knew if I changed my mind now, I’d seal my fate with her, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do that.

“It’s a text from Britt,” I explained as I pulled my phone from my pocket.

Britt: Jake is asleep. Do you want me to sleep down here tonight with him?

Me: No, you’ve got school in the morning. You need to sleep in your bed, so you get a good night’s rest.

I looked up at Gretchen.

“Jake’s asleep. Let me get the playpen set up.” Then, to reassure her, and maybe myself, that I hadn’t changed my mind, I put my hand on her waist and stroked her hipbone with my thumb. “The sooner we get the kids to bed, the sooner we can meet in my room totalk about things.”

She bit her bottom lip as if trying to disguise a smile.

“Good idea.”

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