Addicted

Chapter 60.

I woke up in a panic. I had overslept my alarm, being in complete bliss with Zac had made me want to spend more time in bed with him, and now I was getting up too late.

I tore myself away from bed and went straight to the bathroom to do my makeup, reminiscing on Zac and last night. Last night was perfect- more than perfect, from work to dinner, to losing my virginity - especially that part. Watching Zac completely lose himself in me was the highlight of the night. Everything was perfect.

My face instantly blushed thinking about Zac and I avoided adding blush to my cheeks, knowing that I would most likely think of him often.

I replaced my pad with a tampon today, wanting to avoid the bloodshed. I didn't have time to do my hair, so I left it naturally curly, styling it in a messy half up half down fashion.

I opted for a black and white floral dress today, knowing the weather would be nice. It had long flared sleeves and hugged my breasts before dropping all around me. The neckline was squared, so it looked flattering on my broad body. I slipped on my black ballet flats, trying to keep quiet so I didn't wake Zac.

Before I left, I leaned down to him, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Bye, Zac," I whispered and heard in groan softly. Before I could pull away, he reaches out. "Wait!" he calls out and I giggle as he grabs my arm pulling me back down to him, so I land on the bed beside him.

He brings my face to his to kiss him on the lips, tentatively testing my mouth with his tongue. All giggling stops and I open my mouth up wider for his tongue to touch my own.

"Zac, I've got to go," I warned, pulling back slightly, but there was no determination in my voice. I bluffed.

"Mmhmm," he mutters and continues to kiss me. I'm instantly entranced from the moment he touches me, and I moan softly when his tongue traces my bottom lip. His hand trails underneath the skirt of my dress to touch my thigh, working his way up to my hip. He's squeezing and kneading my hip, pulling hit closer towards him. I can feel his growing erection on m lower stomach, and he moans softly.
"Zac," I warned against his mouth. He continued to kiss me, and I don't have the strength to pull away. "Zac," I moan, and I could hear him chuckle.

He pulls away, detaching himself from my body.

"Okay, have fun at work," he says, and I'm left shocked. He was getting me hot and bothered before work on purpose.

"You're such a tease," I complain shaking my head. There was that need pulling up inside of me and I cursed myself for waking up so late, otherwise I would have been more than glad for Zac to take me again.

I left him quickly, knowing that if I stayed any longer, I would let him do anything to me, even if it meant I was going to be late.

I left the house in a hurry, grabbing my bag and a jacket before leaving for Last Words.

"Good morning!" I called when I entered the doors with that familiar chime

"Good morning," Zari said. Her eyes were squinted as she looked over me with suspicion. "You look different," she tells me, and my cheeks instantly blush.

"Good different or bad?" I ask.

"Good... definitely good... but why?" she questions to herself.

"Beats me," I shrug, desperate to change the topic.

"You're also late," she adds, her suspicion continuing.

"Slept in," I nodded my head and feigning nonchalance.

"Hmm" she hums to herself and I chuckle.

"Maybe it's because I didn't do my hair..." I suggested, trying to change the subject.

"No, that's not it."

"Then I don't know," I shrugged and began unstacking the books in the next isle to try and avoid her.

"I'll figure it out," she says to herself as if it is a challenge and I chuckle again getting to work.

Today was a busy day and I having a thumping headache, probably due to the lack of coffee. When the shop died down a little after lunch, both Zari and I looked up when the door chimed, and I was engulfed with the smell of mint and rain that followed.

"Good afternoon, ladies!" Zac called and I practically ran towards him. I stopped in front of him before I could bombard him, and I was instantly full of this familiar happiness that I got whenever I was around him.

He was wearing casual clothes. He must have just recently gotten out of bed because his hair was tousled.

I lean up on my tippy toes and plant a light kiss on his lips.

"Hi," I say, softly, parting from him only a nose away.

"Hi," he says, matching my voice. He stares down into my eyes and I bite my lip to try and contain my growing smile.

"I have brought treats," he says, and it is only then that I notice a cup tray with three coffees and a small white plastic bag. I search for the cup with the 'A' at the top, signalling the contents of almond milk and take it.

"Thanks," I tell him and lean up again to kiss him.

"You can pay be later," he says seductively, with a wink and making me giggle. He hold my stare and I think about all the ways that I can replay him later.

"Ew," Zari interrupts our stare, grabbing her coffee and the small plastic bag, no doubt full of delicious goods. "So, I'm just going to grab my coffee and head off for a little to give you two sometime to... do whatever it is that you're doing," she says, holding out her palm to gesture to the both of us.

"Bye Zari," Zac tells her dismissively, and I smile when she exits the store, taking her hour break.

I walk behind the front register, taking a seat and working on the computer, trying to create some distance between the two of us but Zac soon follows me.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Today's inventory," I tell him, humming appreciatively when I take a sip of my coffee.

"Does it have to be completed right now?" he asks.

"No." I shake my head.

"Good," he says and turns my chair so that I am now facing him and making me laugh.

"I have to work," I tell him.

"You should take a break," he says. He leans closer towards me so I can feel his breath on my face.

"Not until Zari is back," I tell him.

His face inches even closer until his nose touches mine.

"Zari won't mind," he adds, and I tilt my head up closing the distance between us. The need that I buried this morning had left him, resurfaced, just as desperate as if was before and I moaned when I felt that familiar pinch inside of me.

"A little needy, are we?" he groans against my mouth and I open my legs up so he can position himself between them while I sit on the chair. I nod my head to respond to him.

"5 minutes, that's all I'll need, especially after how you were making me feel this morning," he tells me, speaking low in his throat.

"Lock the front door," I say in desperation, and I didn't need to tell him twice.