NFH 02 Perfection (22 page)

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 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 weird little
spell the woman had over him so that his life could get back to
normal. One thing was for sure, he thought as he climbed out of the
truck, groaning, 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
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 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, he 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 make his little tenant a visit 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, alone, and listen as she
read. Then he'd get a nice relaxing night of sleep, Zoe
free.

"Do you see it, Toby?" he heard Zoe
ask as he stepped into 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, he decided, heading up the
stairs.

"Trevor is going to kill me when he
finds out," she said, stopping him dead in his tracks.

He turned around and headed back down
the stairs, praying 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 rented the place, he was going to spank
her little ass, he thought with a small frustrated
groan.

Wait, no ass spanking. Touching her
ass only led to really naughty things that he was trying to cut
back on, he 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
yank 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 beneath his table
for something. He could 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, he
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
further as she continued her search.

"Yeah, it's me," he 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," he said, not even bothering to
look, which just 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 as she 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?" he asked as he stepped closer to her and kneeled behind her,
caging her legs in.

"For what?" she 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?" he murmured absently, tracing a finger
along the waist of her pale lavender panties.

"B-but I'm trying to put your
groceries away," she argued, but he noticed that she wasn't trying
to get away. Not that he 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," he said, smiling when she
did that little growl of hers.

"Service you?" she repeated in
disbelief.

"Mmmhmm, your job is to service me
anytime I'm in need," he said, punctuation his words by tracing her
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," he said on a drawn out sigh as if the thought of taking
Zoe in every humanly possibly position and some that were
impossible somehow pained him. It did, but in a good way and one
that he 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 has to take care of it?" she asked,
sounding as if talking at the moment was a struggle, which only
pleased him more.

"Exactly," he 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 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," she 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 cried out as he sank into her kind of wrecked it,
but she did have a valid point.

"This won't interfere in our lives
whatsoever. It's just a little arrangement. Nothing more," he
agreed, pulling back, quite proud of himself for managing to talk
at the moment never mind form a coherent sentence.

As good as she felt now he knew the
novelty of having her would wear off soon and then she'd go back to
being his good little tenant, nothing more.

**********

"Why are you so grumpy? I put my
finger exactly where you told me to," Zoe said, ignoring Trevor's
little glare as he reached over and gently picked up her hand and
placed it six inches over 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 let out 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 pulled into the driveway ten
minutes ago and her car made a horrifying grating sound that she
was 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, Trevor came storming out of
the house with Toby right beside him, 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 little 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 and the hour on the bathroom counter and
against the wall that had followed they'd gone their separate
ways.

That is until around eleven when she
decided that she could use the benefits from their arrangement
again and had 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 the little
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?" she
demanded, as she gripped the bottom of his sweatshirt and tried to
push herself up without much luck.

"Arrangement," he said tightly as if
that explained it all and sadly it did. She knew that for the next
few hours at least that she could look forward to really hot sex,
which was great, but she had so many things to do.

"What about my car?" she 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 to swim a few laps tonight. Mostly she
wanted a nice hot bubble bath to relax in. Going from having no sex
in five years to sex nonstop for a month and a half made her a
little sore in a few unmentionable places and she had been hoping
for a little break. Not that she didn't want to have sex with him,
she did. Almost desperately, but she could also use a
break.

"It doesn't look like it's going
anywhere," he said, palming her bottom and groaning as he slammed
the front door shut behind him just as Toby came running into the
house.

"Can we do this later?" she asked,
almost desperately now. All the muscles in her body still ached
from this morning when he bent her over the kitchen table. She
really wasn't sure if she'd survive another encounter before she
got some rest. "I was hoping to have a long hot bubble bath. If you
could just wait-"

"Great idea," he 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 from moaning as he slid his hand
between her jean clad legs and applied pressure just where she
needed it.

"A bubble bath," he said, carrying her
up the stairs. She was so distracted by the fact that he took the
stairs two at a time with her on his shoulder that she nearly
missed what he said.

"I meant a bubble bath for me," she
said, then added, "alone."