Page 32 of Mr. Infuriating

I’d heard lack of sex can cause a person to make poor decisions.

Whatever the reason, I decided the consequences were a problem for tomorrow’s Gretchen. Tonight’s Gretchen was going to be bold and do what she wanted. If I got the contract for the cabinets I couldn’t afford canceledandrode a hot Zaddy’s cock in the process, I’d chalk it up as a win-win.

He chuckled when he replied, “I wish I could sweetheart, but my brother would probably run me out of business if I did.”

I studied him a little longer, and he shifted his feet under my scrutiny, like he was nervous about my response.

“Hmm… so if we have sex tonight, the only thing in it for me is an orgasm?”

“Orgasmsss…” He drew the “S” out. “Plural.”

I could work with that.

“And it’d just be for tonight? You’re not looking for someone to date.”

Because obviously if he was, it wouldn’t be with someone like me. I had a two-year old son and desperately wanted to try for a daughter. He’d told me point-blank he didn’t want to start over and thought his older brother was a fool for doing so.

He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure what answer I was looking for, but finally replied, “I’m not interested in a relationship.”

“Good.”

Reaching for his hand, I pulled him toward the door leading to the house and hit the garage door button as we walked inside.

Chapter Twelve

Gabe

The second the door to her house closed, I pressed her against it and crashed my mouth down on hers.

She whimpered as she clung to my back while our tongues tangled.

How was this possible? She’d called me an infuriating Jerk of the Year not eight hours earlier, and now I had her pushed against a door while my hands roved down her sides in her mud room.

This can’t be happening. She must have misunderstood me.

I pulled away, panting.

“You understand I’m the guy who built your kitchen cabinets? The same one whose lawyer served you with an intent to sue letter today.”

She pulled her shirt over her head. “I know,” then reached for my hand to lead me further into the house.

I paused to survey her kitchen.

Yeah, the cabinets are going to look amazing in here.

With a tug, she led me up the stairs, down a hallway, and into her bedroom.

My gaze turned to her heavy breasts spilling out of her lacy bra, and I swallowed hard. Still, I hesitated.

“I really can’t cancel your contract, even if we have sex.”

Gretchen seemed undeterred when she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She let the straps fall down her arms and onto the floor, so she was standing topless in front of me. She was more fucking gorgeous than I’d even imagined.

“I understand.”

Her stiff, rosy nipples begged for attention. Attention I was dying to give with my mouth and hands. Her tits looked like they would fit perfectly in my palms.

I felt the need to reiterate, “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

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