Day 5: "Bet you'd look good wrapped up under my tree tonight."

"Next!"

Zed's 'work smile' morphs into an actual smile as a cute, blonde woman walks up to his station, all wrapped up in her coat and scarf and matching hat.

"Afternoon, ma'am," he greets politely. "Can I see your receipt?"

"Sure thing," she leans closer, reading his name tag, "Zed. Cool name."

"Oh thanks."

She placed the plastic shopping bag on the countertop, pulling the receipt out and handing it over. Zed doesn't do much but make sure she paid for gift wrapping, before handing it back to her.

He turns the bag to himself, fishing out the thousand-piece puzzle from inside. "This is nice," he comments.

"Thank you, my husband and I are gonna bring it to my parents' place when we visit," she explains.

Zed grins, glancing up at her. "Poor guy."

The woman giggles. "He loves me too much to admit that this puzzle is a terrible idea."

"Does he though?" He starts to unroll the wrapping paper for the box.

"I think so." She watches as he measures out the wrapping paper.

"I'm sure it wouldn't be hard. With a cute face like yours," he comments without looking up from his task. But the light giggle that escapes her draws his eyes up.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with me," she accuses, a sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

Zed's smile never falters as he leans in slightly, "I'd say you might be onto something." Her sweet laugh is music to his ears.

"I'm sure your partner wouldn't appreciate that. You flirting with customers and all," she replies brazenly. "So who's the special someone in your life? Some man as handsome as you or amazing lady lucky enough to snag you?"

Zed rolls his eyes. "I have a slightly annoying wife," he says.

The woman feigns a gasp. "That's rude!"

Zed chuckles. "She's a bit of a pain, if I'm being honest, though she looks great today."

"Does she?"

Zed nods. He looks up at her, grinning. His eyes scan over her, her pretty, wool, burgundy dress that peeks out from beneath her coat. The color offsets her blue eyes and blonde hair, and really makes her look great. "Not as great as you do though," he says. "Love the dress."

"I just bought it at Burlington this morning," she says. "Thought I'd surprise my husband."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll love it."

The woman leans onto the counter, and Zed goes back to wrapping the puzzle. "So…tell me more about your wife? Is she pretty? Is she nice?"

Zed starts folding the wrapping paper. "She loves bugging me while I'm working by buying random things we definitely don't need. But, I do love her so."

He glances up at her, catching her dazed smile. "A lot?" she asks.

"Of course, she's my world."

"You're so sweet," she whispers. "I-I'm sure she feels the same."

He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

The woman nods. "She must love you a lot to visit you at work every day, buy random pieces of garbage just to talk to you."

"Yeah, she definitely does," he agrees. "She's perfect. I love her."

They share a sweet smile and he glances back at the half-wrapped box, then back at the woman. She's still smiling, and Zed's about to turn back to his work that he'd been avoiding, when her slightly exposed chest catches his eye. It's been too long since the last time he and his wife were intimate, and he misses it a lot. This woman is beautiful, and also incredibly sexy. He wishes there weren't a bench blocking the rest of his view of her…

"I'll tell you one thing," he says. The woman leans closer and he says in a low voice, "I bet she'd look good wrapped up under my tree tonight."

She laughs and blushes. "You're terrible, Zed."

He smiles cheekily, ripping off a piece of tape. "You're right, I do prefer you completely naked."

He finishes wrapping the puzzle, sparing her a glance and catching her red cheeks and excited smile before bending down to pick out a bow.

"I-I have to get back to work in like...an hour," she says, "When's your break?"

"Well, I just have to finish up with my amazing wife who keeps buying things we don't need just to see me." He stands and throws her a wink. "I'll meet you at the food court? Five minutes?"

She nods. "Okay."

He slides the wrapped puzzle across the bench. "And Addy?"

"Yeah?"

He leans over the bench to press a kiss to her cheek. "I love it when you visit, promise."

Addison smiles at the gesture. "Love you."

She picks up the box and turns to leave. "Love you too!" Zed calls before she's out of earshot. She looks back at him and smiles, before leaving the store.

Addison stands against the wall that separates the mall and the food court, scrolling through her phone. Zed spots her easily and smiles. She actually did buy a new dress, one that she looked absolutely stunning in despite it being a Thursday afternoon. Nude stockings and matching heels, all paired with her dress that stops just above her knees and hugs her body beneath her open coat. She looks gorgeous.

He slides up beside her, managing to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his chest. Addison squeals in response but hugs him back, giggling.

"Hey," she greets. She lifts her head to look at his face and smiles. "Where do you wanna eat?"

"Chinese?"

"Sounds perfect."

He drops a kiss to her forehead, then starts leading them to the restaurant in the food court, keeping an arm wrapped around her back while she does the same.

"I missed you," he points out. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

"I know," she says sadly.

Zed had been laid off a couple of weeks ago from his decent paying job (and decent was a stretch) and had since taken up whatever working opportunities he could find. The first being a seasonal hire at the mall, which unfortunately only needed him around from noon until five. Which means he's not making any money at all, outside of tips. Which is why from seven to three in the morning he's working security at the 24-hour Walmart.

It was all fine and good, except Addison worked from nine until eight (seven on a good day). By the time he gets home, she's asleep, and when he wakes up, she's long gone.

It's been the same dance for the past week. Usually, Zed can get a night off and they'll have dinner together, or Addison will have a day off and they'll have a lazy morning before Zed had to go in. But they've both been working around the clock to keep up with their bills and saving up to move out of their crummy apartment within their lifetime.

It's also not every day that she managed to sneak away and have lunch with him, something he really does appreciate.

Addison turns her head to look up at him. "Are you working tonight again?"

Zed sighs. "All week."

Addison purses her lips. They stop at the end of the line, and she slips out from under his arm to stand in front of him. "How's your day been?"

"Boring until you showed up."

Addison hums. Zed lazily wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "How was yours?"

"Fine," she says.

Zed raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like her to give such simple and short responses. Something had to be on her mind, something she wouldn't tell him unless he probed.

"You okay?"

Her eyes brows rise in slight surprise, the movement is slow but still startling. "Yeah?" she responds. "Just…thinking."

"About?"

"You. And me." She shrugs. "Your break is…thirty minutes, right?"

"Yeah? Why?"

She smiles, her cheeks tinting pink. "Wanna sneak to the car? I can't remember the last time we….you know."

"Oh. Oh!"

She nods, and his face heats up, his dick stirring in his jeans at the prospect. "Yeah let's…let's go."

The windows already start to fog even though they just got into the backseat, hot and heavy kisses heating up the confined space almost as quickly as their bodies heat up. Both of them frantically pull at each other's clothes.

Their coats had quickly been discarded first. Addison detaches her lips from his to hectically pull one of his many shirts over his head. Zed shifts his hands from palming her tits to grab at her ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh. She moans, then gasps as the unmistakable sound of her stockings tearing fills the car.

"Oh shit," he mumbles. "My bad, I'm sorry."

Addison huffs, not bothering to look back at the damage. She throws her hair over her shoulder and leans back down, breathing out, "It's fine, we're at the mall, I can buy new ones later."

Zed grins and leans up, capturing her lips in another heated kiss. He takes her statement as an invitation and feels around until he finds the rip, slipping his fingers in and widening the hole over her crotch. Addison squeals in surprise, pulling her mouth from his.

"That doesn't mean you can just destroy them!" she laughs.

Zed shrugs mischievously. "We're at the mall, it's fine," he says.

Addison rolls her eyes. She slides her cold palms under his remaining shirt, sending shivers down his body.

The light casts in her hair and Zed's breath catches in his throat. Something about this moment, with Addison straddling him, fingers working at his belt and zipper, cheeks pink from the heat of the moment, nose red from the cold outside. She's beautiful and spectacular and insane. And he's suddenly very happy and lucky to have been able to marry her. He really, really loves her, so much it hurts a little.

Addison frees his erection from his boxers, pulling both the underwear and his pants down his thighs a little. She raises an eyebrow at his wistful smile. "What's going through that head of yours?" she asks.

"Nothing," he says, smiling. "Just thinking about how much I love you."

She softens. "Aw, I love you too," she says. "Now fuck me. Time's a-ticking."

Zed chuckles (he really loves this woman) and reaches into the hole he tore in her stockings, moving her panties aside. "Condom?" he asks suddenly.

She shrugs. "Not unless you want one."

He thinks for a moment—they had been holding off on the whole "actively trying for kids" thing because, well, money, but it never quite deterred them from having unprotected sex. Granted they didn't have sex as often as they used to now that they were both bogged down with work, but still.

"Nah," he says.

She grins, reaching between their bodies and grabbing his dick, positioning herself over the top and slowly sinking down. They both let out satisfied groans (it had really been too long).

Addison grinds her hips into his, letting out a quiet moan at the friction. She does this some more—twisting and twirling her hips, creating a delicious rhythm between them that leaves Zed whimpering.

"Oh fuck," he mumbles. "Come on, baby, don't be a tease."

Addison giggles then leans down and kisses him. They both know they don't have much time to fool around. She moves her ass up and down his length at a quick pace, both of them moaning against the others parted lips.

It's not some earth-shattering, lovemaking, ride or die experience. It's quick, in the backseat of a car on their lunch break. Zed knows he's not going to last the second he feels her pussy wrap around his member, but he's going to make the most of it.

Zed's hands linger on her ass, relishing in the feel of the soft flesh that contrasts with the rough remains of her stockings. He feels her up as she pumps his length, then braces a foot against the door and the other on the ground to thrust up into her.

Addison squeals in delight. They both move to a familiar rhythm, the air around them thick and hot, the tight space filled with their moans and pants, and the slick sound of their hips meeting.

Zed's thrusting gets rougher, sharper, and quick as the minutes pass. They both know he isn't going to last much longer. Addison can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge as she rides him too.

Zed moans hard when he starts cumming, fingers digging into her ass as he dumps his seed in her. Addison works her hips against his, riding out the waves of his orgasm until it finally subsides.

"Sorry," he pants.

Addison sits up, the change in angle sending painful pleasure through his over-sensitive, slowly softening member. "Don't be," she tells him. She reaches into the front seat and grabs a tissue box, moving it onto his chest.

"I have a lovely purple friend that will get me off while you're working tonight," she says. "I'll be fine."

He just nods, laying back and watching as she grabs a couple of tissues to catch the drops of cum leaking from her cunt.

She cleans up for both of them, making a messy pile of used tissues before readjusting their clothes. Once she's finished, Zed sits up, wrapping his arms around her waist casually.

"You know I never mind eating you out, Addy," he reminds her.

"It's okay, really," she assured him. "You have to get back in—" She checks the time on her phone, "seventeen minutes. And you haven't even eaten anything yet." Before he can say anything, she adds, "Actual food, babe."

He pouts. He wants to try and get home early, so he can give her several of her own orgasms. But telling her this would be a very bad idea. And he knew if he did work late tonight, he would get more time off in a couple of days. All of which would be dedicated to them.

He presses a kiss to her lips and says when they pull back, "I love you. Thank you for that."

"I love you too. Now, let's get you some lunch."