“You are not spanking my ass!” Zoe said, trying to squirm out of his grasp.
Trevor sighed long and loud as he dragged her over to her small kitchen table. “I’m afraid you’ve left me very little choice,” he said, sounding both amused as he hooked the leg of a chair with his foot and yanked it forward.
“It was just a slice of ham! If you let me go, I’ll buy you an entire pig for lunch,” she offered desperately.
“I wish it were that simple,” Trevor said, sighing heavily as if what he was about to do truly pained him while he sat down on the chair, pulling her down with him until she somehow found herself lying across his lap on her stomach.
“How in the hell did you just do that?” Zoe asked, impressed that he’d managed to get her on her stomach and over his knee before she even knew what was happening. When she tried to move off his lap, she found it impossible, especially with that huge arm of his lying across her back, preventing her from moving so much as an inch.
“Trevor,” Zoe said nervously as he shifted in his chair to get more comfortable and sighed contently.
“I believe I owe your cute little ass a spanking,” he murmured, making her snort in disbelief.
“Little?” Zoe repeated, wondering if the man was high. Although she’d lost a decent amount weight and she thought her butt looked smaller, she wouldn’t go as far as to call it small or cute. Clearly, the man was insane, which could explain why he had her over his knees in her kitchen and was-
“Why are you pulling my pants down?” Zoe demanded as she felt her soft plaid pajama pants yanked down below her bottom.
“I believe skin-on-skin action is more effective, don’t you?” Trevor asked as he traced a lazy path around the edge of her panties, and in that moment, she was glad that she’d taken the extra time this morning to search for the pretty pink panties she’d bought over the weekend that matched her pajama pants to perfection instead of just grabbing a pair of her old panties.
“And I believe letting me up so that I can get ready for work would be even better, don’t you?” she said, trying to shift to the side in the hopes of rolling off his knees so that she could make her escape.
“Well, I guess I could do that, but I’m not going to,” Trevor mumbled as he absently ran his hand over her bottom, almost earning a betraying moan from her.
When she felt his response beneath her stomach, she did moan even as she couldn’t help but wonder how a woman like her could possibly excite a man like Trevor. It was as though they were trapped on a deserted island and she was the only woman around for hundreds of miles. She remembered the way women looked at him the other night in the bar and knew that he could probably have his pick of women. So why did he want her? Maybe he was going through a plump fetish, Zoe thought as he squeezed a cheek and groaned.
Whatever it was, it worked for her at the moment, so she was going with it. It might end up being one of the dumbest things she’d ever done in her life, but right now, she truly didn’t care. Being with Trevor made her happy and after too many years of misery, she wasn’t going to be foolish enough to push any type of happiness away.
“I’m feeling very generous this morning,” Trevor announced as he palmed her other cheek.
“You mean you’re not going to spank my ass?” Zoe asked, sounding hopeful even to her own ears. As happy as the man made her, she was also exhausted and really needed to get to work. She hadn’t missed a day of work in years and didn’t plan on it now...well, unless Trevor could persuade her with that very gifted mouth of his. She’d consider listening to his argument for a few hours, just to be polite, of course.
“No, I’m still going to have to spank your ass,” he said, giving it another squeeze as she felt the large bulge beneath her shift. “What I meant was that I was willing to overlook the fact that you’re wearing underwear in the house.”
As she did her best to hold herself up on his lap, Zoe frowned, wondering what the hell he was talking about. “Why wouldn’t I wear underwear in the house?”
“Because it gets in my way,” Trevor murmured absently, running a finger over her panty-clad bottom until it met her slit. She knew the second that he realized that she was wet because he practically shoved her off his lap the same time that she did her best to scramble away before they did something foolish.
“I, um, I have to go,” Trevor said, breathing hard as he stepped back away from her.
“To work,” Zoe said, feeling like an idiot as she pulled up her pants, but thankful that he’d stopped before she did something crazy like beg him to take her, but it had been damn close.
“Yeah, work,” Trevor agreed absently, noticeably swallowing as he ran hungry eyes over her body. Zoe licked her lips as she did the same, pausing at the very noticeable bulge in his pants.
“You should definitely go,” Zoe mumbled even as her body screamed for her to beg him to stay, but she wouldn’t. Couldn’t. This arrangement was about fulfilling their needs, not screwing with their lives. For the sake of both their lives, they needed to stay focused.
He started to take a step in her direction only to stop and abruptly turn towards the kitchen island. He grabbed his lunch pail on his way out the door.
“This is your only warning,” Trevor said gruffly, pausing at the kitchen door with Toby hot on his heels.
Frowning, Zoe asked. “Only warning about what?”
Was he that worried about her feeding the dog his food? She knew that he loved food, but really, one slice wasn’t going to-
“Wearing underwear in the house, Zoe. Next time, your ass is mine,” Trevor said, giving her a wink before heading out the door and causing her mouth to drop open.
“You’re kidding, right?” Zoe yelled, knowing that he was joking. The man couldn’t be serious, she decided as she started cleaning up the mess so that she could get ready for work. There was no way that he actually expected her to go around the house sans panties, Zoe decided with a soft laugh. That was just crazy.
Chapter 19
