She was awoken by the slightest sound of vibration on the raggedy dresser she saw in front of the bed. For a minute, she was a bit confused, the surroundings not that of her own. But when she looked down and saw the tormented forty-some year old man nestled close to her breast, the memory was coming back. They had spent many hours yesterday going over inventory of all their businesses, then she and Trevor went on a visit to the strip club that Trevor owned, and then, bypassing any work that they initially set out to do, they took off to a comedy club for dinner and a bit of fun.

Now, she had to find a way to get out of bed without waking Trevor up. Lifting the blanket from the side of the bed that was against the wall, she managed to bring her legs up enough so that she could crawl to the bottom edge of the bed. Just when she thought it was good for her to place her feet on the ground, pick her stuff up and hurry on home, a hand grabbed around her ankle.

"Where are you going?" Trevor's sleepy voice asked. He then pulled on her leg so that he could proceed to rub his hand up her calve.

"It's almost five in the morning, Trev," she said in a low voice. "I have to go home now."

"No," he said, then tugged on her leg some more. "You come back up here and lay with me. You barely got a few hours of sleep."

She turned around, sitting on her heels to the side of him. "We have to clean."

"Cleaning can wait," he said, waving her idea away. "We can always clean. We can't always enjoy some much needed rest."

"Trevor, you sleep until noon most days."

Without thinking, Trevor skimmed over her smooth stomach, his hand reaching under the camisole she had slept in. When his fingertips grazed the round bottom of her breast, he looked up at her, meeting her brown gaze with intensity.

"Stay with me," he said, feeling his throat immediately go dry, waiting for her response. He was surprised she hadn't slapped him yet.

"You want me to stay with you?" she questioned, leaning in closer to him. "While you're fondling my titty?"

"I would squeeze them if I thought you wouldn't run out of here with hatred and disgust for me," he told her, not missing a beat on that witty, sarcastic attitude of his.

Karen suddenly sat upright, lifting away the shiny garment with both hands, tossing it to the side as she examined him taking in her body. She wasn't the skinniest girl around, and could definitely fill out any pair of jeans she stepped into. But he didn't seem to shy away from the fact she was more curvy than many of the other females in San Andreas, especially the ones at Trevor's strip club. After seeing and being around those lovely women, Karen wouldn't blame Trevor if he didn't find her appealing.

Contrary to how she felt, he seemed to be burning the image of her in his mind. He took in the light-bronze skin, the swell of her breasts, and the way her hips flared out, down to the thick thighs that were so close to him. He just wanted to grab a hold of her and refuse to let her go until she submitted to him. Until she surrendered to him.

He hadn't even noticed the thin scrap of underwear she wore until she lowered it around her bottom and sat back on the bed to rid the cloth from around her legs. Then his eyes centered to the apex of those luscious thighs. He saw not a single hair, which wouldn't bother him either way, not with her. And she looked so soft and supple that his hand automatically found its way into the giving flesh, a finger immediately finding that bud that was a bundle of nerves for him to please.

The sharp intake of breath as she closed her eyes told Trevor that she wasn't used to a man's touch, and hadn't been for quite some time. This delighted him immensely. Thinking of her with another man would drive him to a brink of insanity that even he hadn't crossed in his lifetime. It just wasn't possible for her to be with anyone else, not when she could be his. He scooted his body more towards the center of the bed, urging her to straddle over him. When she did, he could feel the heat permeating from her core.

"Look at me," he told her, taking in her gorgeous face before her eyes fluttered open. What a beautiful sight she was. But as much as he was loving what was going on between the two of them, he had to be certain she did as well. For once in his life, he actually wanted something to last with a woman. He wanted to care for her and love on her as much as he could. "Are you sure you want this?"

Leaning down to him, she covered his lips with hers, rotating her hips several times over the cloth of his underwear.

"I'm a big girl, Trevor. I know what I want."

Before he could remove them himself, he felt her fingers hook into the waistband of his underwear and shove it down, allowing his engorged cock to lay between her moistened lips. She rode him just like that for a few splendid minutes, tossing her head back at the sheer sensation.

He took her hand into his, lacing their fingers together. "Ready?" he asked, waiting to clearly see the nod of her head before he guided himself into her depth. She nearly screamed out at the invasion, and hating to see the discomfort on her face, he took to flattening his tongue against her nipple, then sucking the peak into his mouth. The moan that escaped from her told him that she was more adjusted to him, and he thrust into her, meeting the rolling of her hips.

He never expected to be inside of her. Never thought he would actually have the chance to bed her. The way she moved let him fill her just the way she wanted him to, and the way she tossed her hair over to one side, biting her bottom lip as she continued to ride on him nearly had him on the verge of spilling his seed into her several times. But he did his best to hold out, long enough to feel her clench around him twice before finally allowing her motions to bring him over that edge.

Hands squeezing her voluptuous hips, her walls clutched him one more time as he held her close, he cried out as their chests smashed together, and she milked him until he was dizzy with pleasure.

"Would it be bad of me to say that I want to see you on all fours in front of me while grabbing your hair and slapping your ass?" he asked, his breathing ragged and shallow.

His eyes were closed, yet she didn't need to see them in order to know that he was serious with his question. She tried to lift up, but he held her down close to him. She could still feel the trembles of aftershocks going through his body.

"I'm stunned that you'd even have me again, Mr. Philips."

"Oh, I'd have you," he answered her, laying a kiss to her chest. "I'd have you again and again."

"We'll see," she said tapping gently at his chest. "But right now, I should be going home to get ready for what has to be done."

He shifted his head back to get a good view of her face. "What has to be done today? We should stay in bed today." He squeezed her backside, the simple movement of her on top of him making him semi-hard again. "This is the best thing I could have all day."

"Glad you think my ass is that amazing," she said with a sarcastic laugh. "Don't you want to get cleaned up and eat?"

"We can order out," he replied. "There's a Chinese place right across the street."

She laughed some more, shaking her head. "You are just impossible, Trevor." She slipped the camisole back over her head, and stood from the bed to grab her pants. "Really though, take a ride with me. We can get some food and just drive."

"Where to?" he asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"I don't know. Anywhere."

"Well, aren't you looking for a house?"

She paused for a moment, thinking of how much she wanted to purchase a home. "I am," she slowly said.

"We can go look at some," Trevor offered. "I know they're building some right in the city, somewhere close to Franklin's house."

"As pretty as it is up there, I'm not too fond of that area."

Trevor stood, grabbing up the shirt he wore the previous day. Before he could slide the shirt on, Karen had pushed a clean shirt from his closet into his hands.

"Fresh clothes, yeah?" she said as she proceeded to pull her slacks on. "And a nice, hot shower. Trust me, you'll feel better." Taking a plaid button-down shirt from his closet, she slipped it on. "Meet me at the warehouse."

He followed her the short distance to the front door, seeing to that she safely made her into her house in this early hour before he stepped back into his trailer and took a long shower.

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Karen chewed on the pen cap before tapping it on the notebook in front of her.

"Maybe I should get one of those houses near your area, Michael."

Michael shrugged, taking a drink from his water bottle. "I say get whatever makes you happy, darling."

"Say," Franklin began as he looked over at Karen. "Wasn't Trev supposed to go riding with you again today to look at houses?"

"Yeah," she said as she sat back in the plush computer chair and sighed. "We didn't see anything I really liked in our last search, but you know he's always running on Trevor-time."

Before any one of them could respond to her comment, the sound of heavy boots clunking up the stairs caught their attention. The three of them turned their heads to the top of the steps, where it opened up into the room they were currently all sitting in.

"Trevor-time, eh?" Trevor repeated as he trekked his way through the office space. Stopping himself from standing in front of her and placing his hand on her face, he forced himself to walk towards Michael. "We have anything to do today, Mikey?"

"All clear, bro," he replied, closing a folder. "Next week though, we have a few things planned. So if you wanted to help Karen look around for a place, then I suggest you do it by Monday, or else it's going to have to wait."

Trevor didn't look at her, feeling as though doing anything more would tip off the two unknowing people of their relationship... if they could even call it that. It had been several days since she spent the night with him and subsequently shared her warm, loving, giving body with him. He could think of nothing else since then, and it had been especially hard on him considering she had made herself scarce to him the past few days. Almost as if she were ashamed of what happened between the two of them. It didn't help that he was quite unsure of what they even had and if Karen wanted anyone else knowing. Usually, women didn't make it known that they had been with him. His unsavory personality and disposition on life had a tendency to make most women regret ever seeing his face.

A smirk crossed her face, and suddenly, Trevor felt more self-conscious than he ever had been before in his life. Oh, she was doing something to him. Doing something that he wasn't so confident he'd be able to contain for much longer. Soon enough, if he had his way, Franklin and Michael would see firsthand just how much he wanted to ravish her.

"Ready?" she asked as she stood, drawing his attention to the roundness of her breasts through the shirt she wore. The fabric seemed impossibly tight over her chest, and it made his groin area twitch. He watched as she grabbed her jacket, and he hadn't even realized that he stepped up to help her put the jacket on. His hands lingered on her sides, his eyes concentrating on her beautiful face. "Let's go."

He followed her back down the staircase to the open, nearly empty entrance of their building. Exiting out through the front doors, his face scrunched with curiosity.

"I'm guessing that's your minivan," he said as he pulled out the keys to his truck.

"Yeah. I don't have my truck back yet."

"What's wrong with it?" he asked, sliding into the driver's seat.

"I honestly don't know," she told him, gently shutting the passenger side door to the truck. "It sounded like the transmission, but I'm not totally sure. One of the mechanics is looking at it. Franklin said it would be done in a couple of days."

He hesitated starting up the engine, wrenching the steering wheel in his hands as he debated expressing his feelings to her. After a few long moments, he looked at her, hurt etched in his face.

"Do... Do you want to hide what happened?" He didn't wait for her response. "I mean, I know I'm not typically desired by gorgeous women like yourself unless I'm in a position of indisputable power, but I just – "

"What?"

"I just want to know if you want to forget what we did," he said after a few hard breaths.

"Why would I want to forget it?"

He leaned forward uncomfortably in his seat, starting up the truck's engine and backing up out of the parking space.

"I don't know. I guess I just figure that because you haven't wanted to talk to me, that you wanted to forget about it." He slowed for the first red light, fighting a strong urge to smash his face against the steering wheel. "I'm sorry if you felt like you had to give me a pity fuck to get me off your back."

"Get you off my back? Trevor, that was not out of pity. I don't sleep with people for no reason. I just have a lot of things going on."

"So then, what was it? Are we still just friends?" He accelerated as the light turned green, his brain still wracking through the possible answers she could tell him. "Friends with benefits type thing?"

"I don't do friends with benefits," she said, her tone almost snappy.

"So what was I? Not a pity fuck. Not a friend with benefits. What are we?"

"Since when did you care what a female was to you?" she questioned, tilting her head. "I've known you to use a female for not much more than a hole to satisfy yourself with."

Trevor was now at a loss for words. As much as he wanted to deny it and tell her she was wrong, she was right. The truth, as much as it was hurtful, was also very real. Still, he felt like he had to hold onto any shred of dignity.

"You think you have me all mapped out, don't you?" he bitterly scoffed.

"Why are you making this into something it doesn't have to be? I don't get it. Didn't you get what you wanted?"

"You think I care about just getting what I want? I told you how I felt, a feat that not every woman could ever claim from me, and you think I told you just to get off? What kind of a man do you take me for, Karen?"

"And I told you that I have a lot of things going on in my life." Her voice became quiet as she spoke. "Not everything is as easy as you want to make them."

He paused for a minute, looking straight ahead to the traffic in front of them.

"It could be."

Karen leaned her head back, a small smile on her face. "I think we both know that's not true."

"What, you mean coming from me? Because I complicated absolutely everything that doesn't need to be?" He sighed heavily, the grip he had on the steering wheel making his knuckles turn white. "I know that people think I do a lot of unnecessary things, but this... You are not one of them. I've never felt such a basic need to have someone with me."

She didn't say anything, instead looking over to him out of the corner of her eye. He refused to look at her, and she nearly burst out laughing over the solemn expression on his face. She didn't know what to think of their current situation. She'd have to take a day with Franklin to discretely discuss this entire ordeal. But right now, she was going to concentrate on house hunting.