*This books is rated M for Mature due to graphic sexual references and some profanity.
If you've ever wanted to know exactly what it's like to be Zac Efron's girlfriend, this story gives you a chance to find out.
This book, told from the perspective...
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I quietly walked downstairs wearing a blue bikini under denim cut offs. I found Zac in the kitchen, but his parents were nowhere in sight.
"Wow," Zac remarked, not trying to hide the fact he was checking me out at all. "Now, that is certainly a look I can approve of," he smiled coyly.
"Not really a meeting mom and dad appropriate bikini though, Mr. Efron," I teased.
"Mom and dad," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and I wrapped mine around his neck, "had to go pick up Dylan from school and my grandparents from the airport."
"Oh?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. "So that means...?"
"That means we have this place to ourselves for a few hours."
"We can get in a lot of trouble in a few hours," I said as I leaned in to kiss him.
"What did you have in mind?" he smiled at me before returning my kiss.
"Well, this seems like a good start."
"Mmm." he grunted his reply as he moved his hands down my hips. He picked me up and set me on the counter and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we continued to kiss. He kissed his way down my neck, moving along my collar bone. I ran my hands through his hair and tilted his head back up to meet my lips again.
"Mmm...we should stop," I breathed out.
"We should," Zac replied as he continued to kiss me.
"Let's go check out that hot tub," I said in-between kisses. I needed to do something to distract us from where we were headed.
"Yes ma'am," he said gently as he lifted me off the counter. We walked out to the back yard and he went to grab us towels from the pool house. He walked back out as I was slipping my shorts off. It stopped him dead in his tracks and I realized then, that was the least amount of clothing he'd ever seen me in by a long shot. He wasn't shy about checking me out either.
"Are you checking me out?" I teased him.
"I can't help it. Damn," he blushed as he softly rested his hand over his chest.
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