NFH 02 Perfection (20 page)

"That was great," he said as he gave
her bottom a little rub and a pat.

Well, that was something, she supposed
as she blew a strand of hair out of her face. The great part was at
least true, she thought with a sniff as she heard him moving around
in her bathroom.

At least she didn't have to figure out
a polite way to get him to leave. In the past she had a few
boyfriends that she'd cuddled with and slept with, but Trevor
wasn't a boyfriend and never would be. Not only was there no way in
hell that he'd date someone like her, sex? apparently and
shockingly yes, but men like Trevor didn't settle on plump, plain
nobodies like her.

This was just going to be sex, mind
blowing, life altering sex, but sex nonetheless and she was going
to make damn sure she remembered that. Besides he never really
treated her like she was anything special so she didn't foresee
herself doing anything stupid like fall in love with him. He sure
as hell wasn't going to fall in love with her. Just the thought of
Trevor dropping to his knees and professing his undying love for
her had her laughing softly.

As long as they both remembered this
was an arrangement and nothing more there wouldn't be any problems,
she decided as she rolled over, deciding that she could use a long
soak in the tub before she took Toby out for his last walk for the
night and went to bed.

"Where are you going?" Trevor suddenly
asked, drawing her attention to the bathroom door where he stood
naked and hard, she noted with surprise. "Get your ass back on the
bed, Zoe. We're not done," he ordered softly, as he ripped open a
condom and slid it on.

"We're not?" she asked, unable to hide
her surprise.

Shrugging lazily, he shook his head.
"We need to catch you up," he explained as he walked back over to
the bed, running his hand lazily over his condom covered erection
and making it really difficult for Zoe to think at the
moment.

"Catch me up?" she repeated numbly as
she wondered how he got that thing back up. A few of the men she'd
dated in the past had been able to go at it a second time, but that
was much later and after a nap or a long break. The thing between
Trevor's legs looked really angry as if it had been denied its own
moment, making Zoe wonder if maybe it had. Could men fake orgasms?
she wondered even as Trevor climbed on the bed and between her legs
and gently pushed her back until she was lying on her
back.

"Mmmhmm," he said absently,
positioning himself between her legs, but not quite entering her
yet. "Yes," he said on a heavy sigh. "I'm afraid we're going to
have to keep having incredible sex until we've made up your five
year dry spell."

"And um," she said, feeling her lips
twitch with amusement, "you're willing to suffer through having
great sex with me to do that, huh?" She couldn't help but feel
pleased to discover that he'd enjoyed himself as much as she had.
It did amazing things for her self-esteem.

"I said
incredible
sex," he corrected her,
sounding put out, "but yes, I'm willing to make that sacrifice,
because that's just the kind of guy I am."

"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.

*************

"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, fucking 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 asshole 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 naked 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.

"That's fine. As long you remember
before I leave for the day otherwise I'll probably forget that you
needed something," she said, grabbing all the food required to feed
a Bradford and stepped around him to unload everything onto the
counter.

"I'm going to ask the guys at work
today if anyone wants a dog," he said as she started the long
assembly line of condiments and fillers.

She tried not to look at the puppy
that she'd started to think of as her baby and force herself to
focus on the task at hand, but she couldn't help but look down at
the adorable furry face that was silently pleading for a slice of
Trevor's ham.

"Don't even think about it, woman," he
warned.

"I wasn't going to give him a slice?"
she lied, sounding as though she was asking a damn question.
Seriously, why did she do that? She'd been thinking about it and
might have decided to wait until Trevor turned his back so she
could sneak Toby a piece of ham, but she'd in no way given herself
away. At least she didn't think she had. Then again he was a
Bradford and probably had some special connection with his
food.

He snorted his disbelief. "Yeah,
right."

She glared at him only to end up
laughing when he glared right back at her. "Alright, so I was going
to give him one slice, but it's not as if you would have noticed,"
she said, already knowing it wasn't true before the last word left
her mouth.