Why did everything hurt? Trevor wondered as he shut off his truck and sat there almost too afraid to move.
After working a twelve-hour shift, he could expect some muscle soreness and a night with several icepacks, muscle gels, and aspirin to look forward to, but this was ridiculous. Of course, he knew the real reason behind his current state.
Zoe.
Never in his life had he taken a woman all night like that before and he probably would have continued to take her until he was forced to leave the bed for work if Zoe hadn’t passed out on him around three this morning. After seven hours of the best sex of his life, the hot shower and two-hour nap he’d taken hadn’t done a damn thing to help ease the soreness from muscles that he’d never noticed before.
Heaven help him, but having this arrangement with Zoe might just end up killing him. As much as it pained him to admit it, he was going to have to limit his time between the sheets with Zoe to once a day, at night, after a hot shower to relax, and he was going to have to keep it very simple. If he was going to remain in control, then she was going to have to lie on the bed, in the dark and not move a muscle or say one damn word.
It would either take him longer to work her out of his system this way or bore the living hell out of him enough that he was finally able to break whatever hold she had over him so that his life could get back to normal. One thing was for sure, Trevor thought as he climbed out of the truck with a groan, if they kept this up, nothing would ever get done.
This morning when he felt how wet and ready she was, he’d almost ripped her panties off and found out just how good a hot, wet woman really felt, but at the last second, he’d somehow found the willpower to resist her. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the reminder that a woman like Zoe, a woman who shouldn’t have caught his attention, never mind had him drooling, had this much power over him.
None of the other women he’d dated, not that he was dating Zoe, he wasn’t, ever had this much control over him or distracted him this much. All day, he’d had a hell of a time focusing on his job. Every time he’d started to think about Zoe, not sex with Zoe just Zoe, he forced himself to work harder to clear his head. When he found himself constantly looking over at the office trailer, hoping for a glimpse of Zoe, he punished himself by setting a brutal pace.
He needed to get this under control before it got out of hand. Sex with her was great and he’d like nothing more than to spend the day with her in bed, but he couldn’t. This was an arrangement. Nothing more. He wasn’t about to make his plain little tenant the center of his world. Right now, she was just a tiny part of it and the sooner they treated it like any other part of the day, the better, Trevor decided as he walked up the small walkway to his house.
There were a hundred and one other things that needed his attention, like a cold beer and the television after a hot shower and he intended to give them his full attention without the distraction of his little tenant. If later tonight, he felt the need to visit his little tenant, he would do just that. It would be quick and simple, like scratching an itch and then, he’d be done with her for the night, at least, as far as sex was concerned. He still liked listening to her read at night, so he’d return to the comfort of his own bed and listen as she read. Then, he’d get a nice relaxing night of sleep, Zoe-free.
“Do you see it, Toby?” Trevor heard Zoe ask as he stepped inside his apartment. It sounded like she was in his kitchen. Probably putting away the groceries, he thought with a careless shrug. He’d leave it in her capable hands and get started on his relaxing night, Trevor decided, heading up the stairs.
“Trevor is going to kill me when he finds out,” Zoe said, stopping him dead in his tracks.
He turned around and headed back down the stairs, praying that she hadn’t brought home another dog, or worse, a cat. He couldn’t stand the damn things. As he made his way to the kitchen, he swore if she broke another one of his rules, the rules that she agreed to when she’d signed her rental agreement, he would spank her little ass, he decided with a frustrated groan.
Wait, no ass spanking. Touching her ass only led to really naughty things that he was trying to cut back on, Trevor reminded himself as he walked into the kitchen and nearly tripped over his feet at the sight that greeted him.
Groceries covered every surface of his kitchen, but that’s not what got his attention, okay maybe for a moment, he was a Bradford after all. Zoe on her hands and knees in that knee-length navy blue skirt that he swore she wore to drive him nuts today. Every time he saw her today, he had to stop himself from grabbing her and hauling her behind his truck or a shed and yanking that skirt up so that he could bury himself in her.
For a moment, he watched as her ass swayed invitingly from side to side as she looked under his table for something. He couldn’t care less at the moment what she’d dropped. The only thing that concerned him right now was her lack of respect for his rules.
Sure, he could let it go and stick to the plan he’d made not even ten minutes ago, but how would that help Zoe learn to follow and respect his rules? It wouldn’t, Trevor decided as he spotted the thirty-count box of condoms left on his kitchen island near a box of cereal. He grabbed the box and ripped it open, startling Zoe, but not enough to get off her hands and knees or even look over her shoulder.
“Trevor?” she asked, leaning forward as she continued her search.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Trevor said, pulling out a foil packet and dropping the box back on the counter.
“You wouldn’t happen to see a pint of ice cream somewhere on the floor, would you?” she asked, continuing her search. “I dropped it and I can’t seem to find it anywhere.”
“No,” Trevor said, not bothering to look, which only proved how much his rules meant to him. It was up to him to make the ultimate sacrifice and help her learn, he thought with a pleased smile as he unzipped his jeans and proceeded to roll the condom over his already straining erection.
“Um, what the hell are you doing?” Zoe asked, frowning when she finally looked over her shoulder, but he didn’t miss the hungry expression on her face or the way she licked her lips when she spotted his erection.
“Getting ready. What does it look like?” Trevor asked as he kneeled down on the floor behind her, caging her legs in.
“For what?” Zoe asked, sounding a little out of breath.
He reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt and placed it over her back, baring that beautiful bottom that he was becoming a tad obsessed with.
“To enjoy our arrangement. What does it look like I’m doing?” Trevor murmured absently, tracing a finger along the waist of her pale lavender panties.
“B-But I’m trying to put your groceries away,” Zoe argued, but he noticed that she wasn’t trying to get away. Not that he’d expected her to. He didn’t need her to tell him how much she’d enjoyed last night to know she’d be up for another round with him.
“And I need you to fulfill your side of the agreement, Zoe,” he said, slowly pulling her panties down until they were bunched just above her closed knees, revealing one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.
“I am,” Zoe said, panting softly. “At least, I was taking care of my side of the agreement before you came in here,” she said accusingly with no real bite, he noted.
“I was talking about our new arrangement and your duty to service me,” Trevor said, smiling when she did that little growl of hers.
