Maybe he really wouldn’t notice, Zoe thought as she reached for the last slice of ham, never taking her eyes away from Trevor, and slipped it to the dog, who just had to go and give her away by smacking his lips together.
Trevor gasped as he turned around, narrowing his eyes accusingly on her. “Zoe,” he snarled her name as he dropped the package of snack cakes on the table and stalked after her. “What did you do?”
“Umm, nothing?” Zoe said, backing away as he slowly advanced on her. As he passed the counter, his eyes shot to the empty deli packages and then to her.
“Where’s the last slice of ham?” Trevor casually asked as though he wasn’t currently stalking her around the kitchen island.
She worried her bottom lip as she considered her choices and kept moving her ass away from Trevor, who looked really determined. That was understandable, Zoe thought. He was a Bradford that she’d just screwed out of food. Her eyes shot to the open kitchen door, but she really didn’t think she’d make it there in time and judging by the expression on Trevor’s face, he knew it too.
“It’s gone,” Zoe said, swallowing nervously.
“I see,” he said, following her at a leisurely pace. “You gave my ham to the dog, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she mumbled.
Trevor sighed heavily. “I guess there’s no choice but to punish you,” he said in an offhanded tone.
“What do you mean?” Zoe asked, already knowing that he would never hurt her, but really, when a man well over six feet tall with an insane amount of muscle says that he’s going to punish you, it’s natural to get a little nervous.
He simply shrugged. “I guess I’m going to have to spank your ass.”
Zoe blinked and then blinked again before she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, right?” Zoe asked as she slowed her pace so that she could catch her breath.
“I’m afraid not, Zoe,” Trevor said, sounding serious, really serious, but she noted the amusement in his eyes and the way his lips twitched as he stopped on the opposite side of the kitchen island. She paused mid-stride and jumped back to what she deemed at that moment was safety, the opposite side of the kitchen island.
“Y-You’re going to be late for work,” Zoe stammered as the thought of what Trevor had in mind both intrigued and excited her. Never in a million years would she have thought this man had a playful side. He always seemed so serious as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. It was nice to see him smile about something other than food.
“I think I can make time for this,” Trevor said, winking.
She swallowed hard as she looked around for any excuse to save her ass from a sound spanking. When her eyes landed on the half-made sandwiches, she nearly sighed with relief. “I have to finish making your sandwiches,” she pointed out.
“Okay,” Trevor said slowly, nodding as he leaned back against the sink. “Go ahead,” he said, gesturing lazily towards the piles of food. “I can wait.”
She was afraid of that.
As she finished making his lunch and packing everything, she kept her eyes on him, noting the amused expression on his face and wondered if she could talk him out of this. Not because she thought he’d hurt her. No, she was afraid he was turning her into a slut and she’d attack him to finish the job.
This was bad. She never remembered being this turned on by any of her old boyfriends. Then again, none of them had looked like Trevor Bradford. The man was a walking advertisement for sex and good god, did the man know his way around a woman’s body.
Even though she’d like nothing more than to let Trevor have his dirty little way with her body, she couldn’t. For one thing, they didn’t have any condoms left. The other problem, she was pretty sure that if she had another orgasm this soon after the dozen or so he’d already given her that she’d drift off into an orgasm-induced coma and wouldn’t be able to get back up again.
When she loaded the last ice-cold water bottle in his lunch cooler, she watched as he pushed away from the counter with a look of anticipation in his eyes that did not bode well for her ass. Licking her lips nervously, she shot a quick glance at the open kitchen door.
“You’ll never make it,” Trevor said, chuckling.
“We’ll just have to see about that, now, won’t we?” Zoe said, meeting his gaze in clear challenge as she closed the lid on his cooler.
“Yes, we will,” Trevor murmured as he started around the right side of the counter, forcing her to take a step towards the left. He paused and moved to the left and she copied his movements, trying not to giggle as he faked a lunge to the right and made her jump.
“This is ridiculous,” she said, having more fun than she’d ever admit. “And you’re going to be late for work,” she tried to point out sternly, but the excited laugh she released when he faked her out again kind of ruined the effect.
“If you’re so worried about me being late for work, then just come over here and let’s get this over with,” Trevor suggested with a lopsided grin that made him look relaxed and happy. It was a nice look on him, Zoe decided seconds before he attacked.
He shifted to the left quickly and reached out to grab her, making her squeal excitedly and jump to the right where he was already heading. She tried to turn around and run, but he already had his arms around her.
“Gotcha,” Trevor said, laughing as he pulled her back against him. She tried to squirm out of his hold, but he wasn’t having that.
“Take your punishment like a big girl,” Trevor teased as he pressed a surprising kiss to her cheek.
