“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.
Chapter 20
“Someone call an ambulance!” one of the crew yelled near her ear, making Zoe wince and wish that she could crawl away, but the overpowering dizziness that she’d experienced just seconds before she’d passed out threatened to once again take over. She decided to take that as a sign not to move.
“I’m fine,” Zoe tried to reassure them, but it came out too muttered for anyone, including her, to understand. She really hoped they understood her because she didn’t want to go to the hospital over her own stupidity.
“What the hell is going on here?” Jared suddenly demanded.
Zoe risked opening her eyes to see if he looked as mad as he sounded and immediately regretted the move as everything spun faster.
“Zoe?” Jared asked, his tone softening as he came closer, she assumed. She wasn’t about to open her eyes to find out.
“Fine,” she said. After taking a deep breath, she repeated it, pleased that she sounded a little better.
“I think she fell on that patch of ice,” one of the men said and Zoe kept her mouth shut, not really in the mood to admit that she’d passed out, hoping that she could get through this without anyone finding out.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Jared asked as he presumably checked her over.
She shook her head slightly. Hurt? No. Humiliated? Beyond measure, but she wasn’t hurt. Well, she was freezing her ass off lying on the frozen ground like this. As soon as she could manage it, she was going to get up, walk back to the office and hide under her desk for the rest of the day or until everyone forgot about this, whichever came first.
“Did someone call an ambulance?” Jared asked, fretting over her.
