Chapter 19 #2
As good as she felt now, Trevor knew the novelty of having her would wear off soon, and then, she’d go back to being his good little tenant, nothing more.
A month and a half later…
“Why are you so grumpy? I put my finger exactly where you told me to,” Zoe said, ignoring Trevor’s glare as he reached over and gently picked up her hand and placed it six inches over to the right and onto a different bolt, nut, or whatever the hell he called those dull metal thingies peppered with orange rust.
“Now, don’t move,” Trevor said again.
She released a long-suffering sigh as she wrapped her free arm around herself and tried to stay warm. It was freezing out here and all she wanted to do was go back inside and curl up with a good book and a warm blanket, but Trevor had other ideas.
When she’d pulled into the driveway ten minutes ago, her car made a horrifying grating sound that she’d been more than willing to ignore for the sake of warmth and comfort since the heater in her car had stopped working sometime last week.
Not that she’d mentioned that to him and probably wouldn’t because he’d just make her stand out here in the freezing cold until it was fixed.
Just as she’d climbed out of her car, ready to run inside and burrow beneath a blanket, Trevor came storming out of the house with Toby by his side, looking as though he’d just woken up and wasn’t too happy about it.
Not that Zoe could blame him, she thought with a secret little smile.
She had kept him up more than half the night for the sake of their arrangement.
After a wonderful encounter in the living room last night, she’d demanded a shower with him that he’d been more than happy to give her.
After their shower, the hour on the bathroom counter and the time against the wall that had followed, they’d gone their separate ways for the night.
That is, until around eleven when she’d decided that she could use the benefits from their arrangement again and let herself into his apartment while he was watching the end of a game and helped herself to his incredible body.
“Inside. Now,” Trevor suddenly bit out.
“What?” Zoe asked, sounding as though she was coming out of a daze, which she kind of was since she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about all the very naughty things he’d done and promised to do. When she thought about that thing he did with his tongue-
A surprised and highly embarrassing squeak escaped her when she found herself suddenly upside down and over Trevor’s sweatshirt clad shoulder as he made his way quickly towards the house.
“What the hell are you doing?” Zoe demanded as she gripped the bottom of his sweatshirt and tried to push herself up without much luck.
“Arrangement,” Trevor said tightly as if that explained it all and sadly, it did. She knew that for the next few hours that she could look forward to hot sex, which was great, but she had so many things to do.
“What about my car?” Zoe asked, hoping to distract him long enough so that she could get some work done.
She wanted to clean her bathroom, catch up on laundry, and take a bath before she hit the gym and swim a few laps tonight.
Mostly, she wanted to relax in a nice hot bubble bath.
Going from having no sex in five years to having nonstop sex for a month and a half made her a little sore in a few unmentionable places and she had been hoping for a break.
Not that she didn’t want to have sex with him, she did.
Almost desperately, but she was exhausted.
“It doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere,” Trevor said, palming her bottom and groaning as he slammed the front door shut behind them just as Toby came running into the house.
“Can we do this later?” Zoe asked, almost desperately now.
All the muscles in her body still ached from this morning when he’d bent her over the kitchen table.
She really wasn’t sure if she’d survive another encounter without getting some rest first. “I was hoping to have a long hot bubble bath. If you could just wait-”
“Great idea,” Trevor practically growled as he turned away from his apartment and started to head for hers.
“What’s a great idea?” she asked, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning as he slid his hand between her jean-clad legs and applied pressure just where she needed it.
“A bubble bath,” Trevor said, carrying her up the stairs. She was so distracted by the fact that he was able to take the stairs two at a time with her thrown over his shoulder that she nearly missed what he’d said.
“I meant a bubble bath for me,” she said before adding, “alone.”
“But you invited me to take a bath with you,” Trevor mumbled sadly, making her roll her eyes. She could just picture the puppy dog expression he was making, the one that always worked on her.
“I did not.”
“Did.”
“Not.”
“Yes, you did,” he said calmly as he strolled through her room.
“I remember your exact words. You said, ‘Trevor, let’s go upstairs and take a really hot bath with extra bubbles so that my skin gets all sudsy and slippery, so that you can run your incredibly gifted naughty hands over me while we see how many times you can make me come before the water gets cold.’”
“Oh,” Zoe said, licking her suddenly dry lips as she imagined doing everything he’d just said. “That’s exactly what I said,” she agreed as she wondered just how many times a man like Trevor could make her come before the water got cold.
Five as it turned out.
“Where the hell are you?” Hank demanded again.
Trevor opened his mouth to answer, but immediately closed it as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back, wondering not for the first time, if his little tenant was trying to kill him. He took a deep breath as he tried unsuccessfully to ignore the way that Zoe was licking his shaft.
“I’m heading out the door right now,” Trevor said through a strangled voice only half lying.
He was heading out the door, was in the small front hallway and would have probably been halfway to the bar to meet up with the guys from work if Zoe hadn’t sauntered out of her apartment and dropped to her knees in front of him because, and he was quoting her on this one, “she had a craving.”
Best. Tenant. Ever.
“That’s what you said an hour ago!” Hank said, sounding pretty pissed. He didn’t exactly remember telling Hank that, but then again, he’d been a tad busy with cornering Zoe in the laundry room at the time.
“Did I?” he asked distractedly as he opened his eyes and dared a look down and nearly came from the sight of Zoe licking his cock like it was her favorite flavor of ice cream.
Was she trying to kill him? Trevor wondered as he gently gripped the back of her head and slid himself between her lips slowly as he resisted the urge to close his eyes again and groan.
“Mandy is threatening to leave,” Hank hissed loudly into the phone as though he didn’t want someone to hear him, probably this Mandy person, Trevor thought as he gently caressed Zoe’s cheek.
“Then, let her leave,” Trevor said, vaguely remembering Hank begging him to show up to guy’s night because his date’s sister wanted to meet him.
This morning when he’d planned on meeting up with the guys, he’d thought it might be a good idea to test the waters.
He wanted to see if he’d worked Zoe out of his system yet, but he knew by the way he’d reacted to catching her coming out of the shower a few hours ago that she wasn’t out of his system yet.
Not even a little bit.
This was getting out of hand, Trevor thought as she took him further than should be humanly possible. He was exhausted, sore and happier than he’d ever been in his life and he didn’t want it to end, which of course, meant that it needed to end.
Soon.
But not right now, Trevor thought as he ended the call and tossed his phone somewhere behind him, uncaring where it landed as he pulled away from Zoe and dropped to his knees so that he could kiss the woman who was starting to mean too damn much to him.