"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.