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MARI
Once I got a taste of Zac, I wanted him all the time.
Whenever I walked, I could still feel him between my legs, pounding inside me. I could feel his hands in my hair, his fingers on my ass, his teeth at my shoulder. I couldn’t even lift my arms or reach for anything without thinking of him tweaking my n*****s whenever my breasts shifted against the inside of my bra.
I needed him bad.
So the next day, I showed up at the shop at closing without being asked, more ready to walk to the dock than I’d ever been in my life.
And as soon as he glanced up and saw me through the big, tall garage doors, he immediately set down whatever tool he was holding and called over his shoulder to his boss that he was leaving. Then he jogged out to me, never once taking his gaze from mine.
He said
