NFH 02 Perfection (21 page)

He cocked an eyebrow in disbelief.
"You're shortchanging me on a sandwich, woman. Trust me, I would
know."

"Fine," she mumbled, returning her
attention back to making his lunch and not the puppy whimpering
pathetically and nudging her pajama clad knee with his muzzle,
making her feel bad.

Worrying her bottom lip, she shot a
look down at the dog and met big round sad puppy eyes. Damn it! Her
eyes shot up to find Trevor rummaging through the cabinet she kept
filled with his snacks.

Maybe he really wouldn't notice, she
thought as she reached for the last slice of ham, never taking her
eyes away from Trevor, and slipped it to the dog, who just had to
go and give her away by smacking his lips.

Trevor gasped as he turned around,
narrowing his eyes accusingly on her. "Zoe," he said as he dropped
the package of snack cakes on the table and stalked after her.
"What did you do?"

"Umm, nothing?" she said, backing away
as he slowly advanced on her. As he passed the counter his eyes
shot to the now empty deli packages and then to her.

"Where's the last slice of ham?" he
asked casually as though he weren't currently stalking her around
the kitchen island.

She worried her bottom lip as she
considered her choices and kept moving her ass away from Trevor,
who looked damn determined. That was understandable, she supposed.
He was a Bradford she'd just screwed out of food. Her eyes shot to
the open kitchen door, but she really didn't think she'd make it
there in time and judging by the expression on Trevor's face, he
knew it too.

"It's gone," she said, swallowing
nervously.

"I see," he said, following her at a
leisurely pace. "You gave my ham to the dog, didn't
you?"

"Maybe," she mumbled.

Trevor sighed heavily. "I guess
there's no choice but to punish you," he said in an offhand
tone.

"What do you mean?" she asked, already
knowing that he would never hurt her, but really when a man well
over six feet tall with an insane amount of muscle says he's going
to punish her it's natural to get a little nervous.

He simply shrugged. "I guess I'm going
to have to spank your ass."

Zoe blinked and then blinked again
before she burst out laughing. "You're kidding, right?" she asked
as she slowed her pace so that she could catch her
breath.

"I'm afraid not, Zoe," he said,
sounding serious, really serious, but she noted the amusement in
his eyes and his lips twitching as he stopped on the opposite side
of the island. She paused mid-stride and jumped back to what she
deemed at that moment was safety, the opposite side of the kitchen
island.

"Y-you're going to be late for work,"
she stammered out as the thought of what Trevor had in mind both
intrigued and excited her. Never in a million years would she have
thought this man had a playful side. He always seemed so serious as
if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was nice to
see him smile about something other than food.

"I think I can make time for this," he
said, winking.

She swallowed hard as she looked
around for any excuse to save her ass from a sound spanking. When
her eyes landed on the half made sandwiches she nearly sighed with
relief. "I have to finish making your sandwiches," she pointed
out.

"Okay," he said slowly, nodding as he
leaned back against the sink. "Go ahead," he said, gesturing lazily
towards the piles of food. "I can wait."

She was afraid of that.

As she finished making his lunch and
packing it she kept her eyes on him, noting the amused expression
on his face and wondered if she could talk him out of it. Not
because she thought he'd hurt her. No, she was afraid he was
turning her into a slut and she'd attack him to finish the
job.

This was bad. She never remembered
being this turned on by any of her old boyfriends. Then again none
of them had looked like Trevor Bradford. The man was a walking
advertisement for sex and good god did the man know his way around
a woman's body.

Even though she'd like nothing more
than to let Trevor have his dirty little way with her body she
couldn't. For one thing they didn't have any condoms left. The
other problem, she was pretty sure if she had another orgasm this
soon after the dozen or so he'd already given her she'd drift off
into an orgasm induced coma and wouldn't be able to get back up and
go to work.

When she loaded the last ice cold
water bottle into his lunch cooler she watched as he pushed away
from the counter with a look of anticipation in his eyes that did
not bode well for her ass. Licking her lips nervously, she shot a
quick look at the open kitchen door.

"You'll never make it," Trevor said,
chuckling.

"We'll just have to see about that,
now won't we?" she said, meeting his eyes in a clear challenge as
she closed the lid on his cooler.

"Yes, we will," he murmured as he
started around the right side of the counter, forcing her to take a
step towards the left. He paused and moved to the right and she
copied his movements, trying not to giggle as he faked a lunge to
the left and made her jump.

"This is silly," she said, having more
fun than she'd ever admit. "And you're going to be late for work,"
she tried to point out sternly, but the excited laugh she released
when he faked her out again kind of ruined the effect.

"If you're so worried about me being
late for work then just come over here and let's get this over
with," he suggested with a lopsided grin that made him look relaxed
and happy. It was a very nice look on him, she decided seconds
before he attacked.

He shifted to the left quickly and
reached out to grab her, making her squeal excitedly and jump to
the right where he was already heading. She tried to turn and run,
but he already had his arms around her waist.

"Gotcha," he said, laughing as he
pulled her back against him. She tried to squirm out of his hold,
but he wasn't having that.

"Take your punishment like a big
girl," he teased as he pressed a surprising kiss to her
cheek.

"You are not spanking my ass!" she
said, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Trevor sighed long and loud as he
dragged her over to her small kitchen table. "I'm afraid you've
left me very little choice," he said, sounding both amused and
serious as he hooked the leg of a chair with his foot and yanked it
forward.

"It was just a slice of ham! If you
let me go I'll buy you an entire grinder for lunch," she offered
desperately.

"I wish it were that simple," he said,
sighing heavily as if what he was about to do truly pained him as
he sat down on the chair, pulling her down with him until she
somehow found herself lying across his lap on her
stomach.

"How in the hell did you just do
that?" she asked, impressed that he'd managed to get her on her
stomach and over his knee with very little effort or before she
even knew what the hell he was doing. When she tried to move off
his lap she found it impossible, especially with that huge arm of
his lying across her back, preventing her from moving so much as an
inch.

"Trevor," she said nervously as he
shifted in his chair to get more comfortable and sighed
contently.

"I believe I owe your cute little ass
a spanking," he murmured, making her snort her
disbelief.

"Little?" she repeated, wondering if
the man was high. Although she'd lost a decent amount weight and
she thought her butt looked smaller, she wouldn't go as far as to
call it small or cute for that matter. Clearly the man was insane,
which could explain why he had her over his knees in her kitchen
and was-

"Why are you pulling my pants down?"
she demanded as she felt her soft plaid pajama pants yanked down
below her bottom.

"I believe skin on skin action is more
effective, don't you?" he asked as he traced a lazy path around the
edge of her panties and in that moment she was glad that she took
the extra time this morning to search for the pretty pink panties
she bought over the weekend that matched her pajama pants to
perfection instead of just grabbing a pair of her old panties from
her bureau.

"And I believe letting me up so I can
get ready for work would be even better, don't you?" she said,
trying to shift to the side in hopes of rolling off his knees so
she could make her escape.

"Well, I guess I could do that, but
I'm not going to," he mumbled as he absently ran his hand over her
bottom almost earning a betraying moan from her.

When she felt his response beneath her
stomach she did moan even as she couldn't help but wonder how a
woman like her could possible excite a man like Trevor. It was as
though they were trapped on a deserted island or something and she
was the only woman around. She remembered the way women looked at
him the other night in the bar and knew the man could probably have
his pick of available women. So why did he want her? Maybe he was
going through a plump fetish, she thought as he squeezed a cheek
and groaned.

Whatever it was it worked for her at
the moment so she was going with it. It might end up being one of
the dumbest things she'd ever done in her life, but right now she
truly didn't care. Being with Trevor made her happy and after too
many years of misery she wasn't going to be foolish enough to push
any type of happiness away.

"I'm feeling very generous this
morning," Trevor announced as he palmed her other cheek.

"You mean you're not going to spank my
ass?" she asked, sounding hopeful even to her own ears. As happy as
the man made her she was also exhausted and really needed to get to
work. She hadn't missed a day of work in years and didn't plan on
it now......well, unless Trevor could persuade her with that very
gifted mouth of his. She'd consider listening to his argument for a
few hours, just to be polite of course.

"No, I'm still going to have to spank
your ass," he said, giving it another squeeze as she felt the thing
beneath her poke her hard. "What I meant was that I was willing to
overlook the fact that you're wearing underwear in the
house."

As she did her best to hold herself up
on his lap she frowned, wondering what the hell he was talking
about. "Why wouldn't I wear underwear in the house?"

"Because it gets in my way," he
murmured, running a finger over her panty clad bottom until it met
her slit and she knew the second he realized that she was wet,
because he practically shoved her off his lap the same time she did
her best to scramble away before they did something
foolish.

"I, um, I have to go," he said,
breathing hard as he stepped back away from her.

"To work," she said, feeling like an
idiot as she pulled up her pants, but thankful that he'd stopped
before she'd done something crazy like beg him to take her, but it
had been damn close.

"Yeah, work," he agreed absently,
noticeably swallowing as he ran hungry eyes over her body. Zoe
licked her lips as she did the same, pausing at the very noticeable
bulge in his pants.

"You should definitely go," she
mumbled even as her body screamed for her to beg him to stay, but
she wouldn't. Couldn't. This arrangement was about fulfilling their
needs, not screwing with their lives. For the sake of both their
lives and jobs they needed to stay focused.

He started to take a step in her
direction only to stop and abruptly turn towards the kitchen island
and grab his lunch pail on his way out the door.

"This was your only warning," he said
gruffly, pausing at the kitchen door with Toby hot on his
heels.

Frowning, she asked. "Only warning
about what?"

Was he that worried about her feeding
the dog his food? She knew the man loved food, but really one slice
wasn't going to-

"Wearing underwear in the house, Zoe.
Next time your ass is mine," he said, giving her a wink before
heading out the door and causing her mouth to drop open.

"You're kidding, right?" she yelled,
knowing that he was joking. The man couldn't be serious, she
decided as she started cleaning up the mess so that she could get
ready for work. There was no way he actually expected to go around
the house sans panties, she decided with a soft laugh. That was
just crazy.

Chapter
19

Why did everything hurt? Trevor
wondered as he shut off his truck and sat there almost too afraid
to move.

After working a twelve hour day he
could expect some muscle soreness and a night with several ice
packs, muscle gels and aspirin to look forward to, but this was
ridiculous. Of course he knew the real reason behind his current
state.

Zoe.

Never in his life had he taken a woman
all night like that before and he probably would have continued to
take her until he was forced to leave the bed for work if Zoe
hadn't conked out on him around three this morning. After seven
hours of the best sex of his life the hot shower and two hour nap
he'd taken hadn't done a damn thing to help ease the soreness from
muscles that he'd never noticed before.