“Service you?” she repeated in disbelief.
“Mmmhmm, your job is to service me anytime that I’m in need,” he said, punctuating his words by tracing her wet slit with the tip of his erection, earning one of the hottest little moans he’d ever heard.
“And your part in this arrangement?” she asked, swallowing loudly.
“To take care of your needs, of course,” Trevor said on a drawn-out sigh as if the thought of taking Zoe in every position that was humanly possible, and some that were impossible, somehow pained him. It did, but in a good way and one that had him breaking out in a sweat as he struggled with his need to take her hard and fast. He’d have to wait at least a week before he stopped holding back. He didn’t want to scare her off, after all.
“So, anytime one of us needs to, um, needs sex, the other one has to take care of it?” Zoe asked, sounding as if talking at the moment was a struggle, which only pleased him more.
“Exactly,” Trevor murmured, leaning down and placing a kiss on each cheek. “Until we decide to end it,” he reminded her.
There would be no “we” about it. He’d end things when she got too clingy, he grew tired of her, or he found her replacement. Of course, now that he thought about it, stretching it out would have been pretty stupid. He didn’t want to chance her falling for him and forcing him to break it off when he wasn’t done with her delectable little body.
“Okay,” Zoe said as if she really had a choice in the matter. “But this can’t interfere with our jobs or lives,” she said, trying to sound firm, but really, that little gasp of pleasure she released as he sank into her kind of wrecked it, but she did have a valid point.
“This won’t interfere with our lives whatsoever. It’s just an arrangement. Nothing more,” Trevor agreed, pulling back, quite proud of himself for managing to talk at the moment, never mind being capable of forming a coherent sentence.
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.
