Page 138 of Mr. Infuriating

Chapter Fifty-Four

Gretchen

I don’t know how long I stared at my sleeping boy in the playpen before I slipped my black collared sleep shirt over my head. I knew if Jake woke up, he could easily climb out, but at least he’d be safe from rolling off a bed.

It wouldn’t be long before he’d be too big for a playpen. Where had the time gone?

Another reminder my baby clock was ticking.

I was playing with fire—being with Gabe again. For all my “no strings attached, you won’t hurt me” bravado, deep down I knew my heart would end up broken, one way or another. One day soon I’d either mourn the loss of him or the idea of having more children.

That was a problem for future Gretchen. Tonight’s Gretchen was going to enjoy the heck out of being with Gabe and his dirty mouth.

My phone buzzed with a text and my fingers shook slightly as I opened the app.

Gabe: Britt’s zonked out, so we can “talk” now. All night if we want. My door’s open.

I had to work in the morning. We weren’t going to be “talking” all night.

Gabe: And remember—no panties.

His bossiness was hot. As was the memory of why he said not to wear any underwear.

I can do this.

I can sleep with him without getting attached.

This is just sex. Lots of people have friends with benefits.

I guess in my case, it was a cabinet maker with benefits, but close enough.

Pulling my panties off, I tossed them in my weekender bag next to the closet, then paused to take a deep breath with my hand on the doorknob leading to the hall.

Was I nervous or excited?

Maybe a little of both.

I heard my phone buzzing on the bed, so I went back and picked it up.

Gabe: Sweetheart, if you don’t get your cute butt in here NOW, I’m going to come get you and haul you back to my room—caveman style.

Caveman style? The thought made butterflies erupt I my belly.

Me: I’d be there already if I hadn’t had to go back to retrieve my phone and read your text!

Me: Although, tell me more about this caveman thing.

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Gabe

My cock was instantly hard after reading her message.

Well, harder.

I’d had a semi since I saw her car in my driveway, but it’d gone full mast the minute she propositioned me in the kitchen. Setting up the playpen while having to adjust myself every few seconds had been tricky.

I’d thought having a task to do would calm things down below the belt, but the idea of having her in my bed tonight overrode everything else in my Neanderthal brain.

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