Perfection (Neighbor from Hell #2)(51)

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."

"But you invited me to take a bath with you," he said with an exaggerated pout in his voice, making her roll her eyes. She could just picture the puppy dog expression he was making, the one that always worked on her.

"I did not."

"Did."

"Not."

"Yes, you did," he said calmly as he strolled through her room. "I remember your exact words. You said, 'Trevor, let's go upstairs and take a really hot bath with extra bubbles so that my skin gets all sudsy and slippery so you can run your incredibly gifted naughty hands over me while we see how many times you can make me come before the water gets cold.'"

"Oh," she said, licking her suddenly dry lips as she imagined doing everything he'd just said. "That's exactly what I said," she agreed as she wondered just how many times a man like Trevor could make her come before the water turned cold.

Five as it turned out.

**********

"Where the hell are you?" Hank demanded, again.

Trevor opened his mouth to answer, but immediately shut it as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back, wondering not for the first time if his little tenant was trying to kill him. He took a deep breath as he tried unsuccessfully to ignore the way Zoe was licking his shaft.

"I'm heading out the door now," he said through a strangled voice into the cell phone only half lying. He was heading out the door, was in the small front hallway in fact and would have probably been halfway to the bar to meet up with the guys from work if Zoe hadn't sauntered out of her apartment and dropped to her knees in front of him because, and he was quoting on this one, "she had a craving."

Best. Tenant. Ever.

"That's what you said an hour ago!" Hank said, sounding pretty pissed. He didn't exactly remember telling Hank that, but then again he'd been a tad busy with cornering Zoe in the laundry room.

"Did I?" he asked, distractedly as he opened his eyes and dared a look down and nearly came from the sight of Zoe licking his c**k like it was her favorite ice cream cone.

Was she trying to kill him? he thought as he gently gripped the back of her head and slid himself between her lips slowly as he resisted the urge to close his eyes again and groan.

"Mandy is threatening to leave," Hank hissed loudly into the phone as if he didn't want someone to hear, probably this Mandy person, Trevor thought as he gently caressed Zoe's cheek.

"Then let her leave," Trevor said, vaguely remembering Hank begging him to show up to guy's night because his date's sister wanted to meet him. This morning when he'd planned on meeting up with the guys he'd thought it might be a good idea to test the waters and see if he'd worked Zoe out of his system yet, but he knew by the way he'd reacted to catching her coming out of the shower a few hours ago that she wasn't out of his system.