Perfection
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"That's, um," she said, choking back a laugh as his wiggled his eyebrows playfully, pleasing her immensely since he was seldom playful or even joked around, "very generous of you."
"I know," he said, sighing as he sank into her, making her hiss in a breath of surprise. "That's just the kind of guy I am," he said, sounding completely serious. She couldn't help it. She burst out laughing and couldn't stop until he gave her a very delicious diversion and then for a good while she couldn't stop screaming.
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"I'm going now, Zoe," Trevor said quietly, ducking out of the way and laughing when Zoe went to swat him away.
"Stop touching me, you pervert. I'm tired," she grumbled crabbily, but he noted the very pleased and content expression on her face that probably matched his own.
Of course that was why he was waking the poor thing up at three in the morning after the seven hour marathon of mind blowing sex they'd just had. He had to make sure they were on the same page here. This was sex, f**king incredible sex, but nothing more.
Before he left he needed to make sure that she knew there would never be anything else between them. This was an arrangement, nothing more. As long as she remembered that, and please god let her remember that so they could continue with this, but at the very first sign that she thought this was more and he was going to cut his losses and end this. Well, maybe after he slept with her one more time, just to get it out of their systems. He'd be an ass**le not to have sex with her one last time, he decided.
He was just so damn giving sometimes.....
"I'm going," he said, brushing a strand of hair off her bare shoulder before he pressed a kiss to it, because he simply couldn't be near her and not touch her.
She groaned something as she rolled over away from him, baring one large pale breast and rose pink nipple that had him licking his lips and his poor dick whimpering. He forced himself to step back, knowing there would be a tomorrow, hopefully. Besides, they ran out of condoms a half hour ago and he never took chances.
"Are you okay if I leave?" he asked, waiting for her to start whining and pouting for him to stay. Then it would be over. Well, after he got his hands on another pack of condoms and sated himself between her legs for a few more hours it would be, but still if she became clingy it was the sign that Zoe truly didn't understand their arrangement.
"Why are you still here?" she mumbled, sounding close to tears. "I'm so tired and if you touch me one more time I'm going to kick your ass," she promised, well mumbled really against her pillow as she buried her face in it, making Trevor smile.
Oh yeah, she understood all right and unlike Haley he had a feeling Zoe knew exactly how to take a man down so he took it as his cue to haul ass.
"Fine I'm out of here, Grouchy," he said, smiling as he leaned over and pressed a loud kiss against her lips just to piss her off.
She whimpered pathetically as she pulled the pillow over her head. "Bastard."
"Don't forget that you have to get up in three hours to make my lunch," he said cheerfully, knowing it would just piss her off more and for some reason really enjoying himself, probably more than he ever had with any other woman, which he decided was just post sex euphoria.
"Jerk," he thought she said, making him chuckle as he left her bedroom.
He couldn't help smiling as he jogged down Zoe's stairs to the living room where he found Toby, they really needed to do something about that name, sitting by the door holding that damn teddy bear leash in his mouth.
"You're killing me here, buddy," Trevor said, taking the leash out of the dog's mouth and exchanging it for the black leather one he'd purchased and he noted the dog could have easily reached as well, but apparently preferred the damn sissy one.
"You and I are going to have ourselves a little man to man talk," he said, clipping the leash to the black leather collar he'd switched out late last night after he helped Zoe in bed. "Let's go," he said, fighting the urge to look up at the stairs one last time and winning.
This was just an arrangement, a brilliant arrangement, but nevertheless an arrangement.
Chapter 18
"And where have you been all night?" she demanded with her arms folded over her chest as he came sauntering into her kitchen like it didn't matter that she spent half the night, okay the last hour, worried sick about him.
"Well?" she demanded when he tried to look innocent. He tried to give her his most adorable expression, but she wasn't having it.
"Relax, he was with me," Trevor announced as he stepped into the kitchen, giving Toby an affectionate rub behind the ears as he passed him.
"All night?" Zoe asked, hoping she didn't sound or look as nervous as she felt. A little over three hours ago she'd been sitting on top of this man fulfilling five years of fantasies. Not that she regretted a moment of it.
Oh god no.
After five years of going without real human contact, last night had been perfect. The sex was great and instead of taking her chances on a total stranger it was with Trevor, whom she trusted more than any person she'd ever met, she suddenly realized.
That didn't mean there wasn't going to be a little awkwardness the next morning. They went from having a very informal, semi professional relationship to buck na**d and doing a hundred different things that just thinking about made her knees wobble and her stomach flutter with anticipation. Then again just because she was happy with last night didn't mean that he was, she realized, instantly killing any lingering happy thoughts about last night.
He said the sex was incredible, but maybe that was just something he said during sex, she thought, making herself depressed. Maybe it was pity sex, she thought, horrified by the very idea. Pity sex was worse than no sex.
If it was pity sex then she wouldn't be getting anymore anytime soon and she desperately wanted more, not just the sex, she realized, but to spend time with Trevor, another human being and just feel close to someone. Even though it had no chance in hell of going anywhere it was still more than she'd had in years.
"He ate with me," Trevor pointed out as she reached to grab a can of dog food.
Sighing, she shut the cabinet door and washed her hands. "Thank you for taking care of him," she said, not knowing what else to say or really how to act.
"No problem," Trevor said, leaning back against the counter the same way he did every morning as he sorted through her fruit bowl, looking for something to snack on while he waited for his lunch.
It hit her then that this truly was only an arrangement for Trevor and she could relax and be herself. She didn't have to try and impress him or keep his interest, because once the sex was over they could go right back to this and not have to worry about any of the drama from a relationship, she realized as she did her best to hide her smile. This could so work for her.
"How many sandwiches today?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Four," Trevor said around a mouthful or something, probably fruit.
She opened the refrigerator door and nearly groaned. "I might be able to stretch out three. I was supposed to go shopping yesterday," she muttered pathetically. She could cry. She really could. She was exhausted and sore in the most delicious places and had been looking forward to coming home to a hot bath, her bed, and a book after work, but now it looked like she had to hit the grocery store first.
"That's fine," Trevor said, placing his hand on her hip as he reached past her and grabbed the gallon of orange juice she kept for him. "I have a few things I need you to pick up anyway." He slid his hand from her hip to her bottom and gave it a light squeeze that reminded her of something else she was really hoping to do tonight.
"Okay, just add whatever you need to the list. It's on the counter," she said, trying to sound cool and relaxed and not ready to jump him. After last night she shouldn't be able to move never mind be anxious for round two, but she was.
Five long years will do that to a woman.
"I can't remember what they are just now. I'll probably remember when I'm at work," he told her as he stepped away from her. She wasn't that surprised. He usually remembered what he needed to tell her at work. He'd stop by the office or more often than not call her to tell her what he needed.