"I like it."

She glances at Chris quickly. "I'll show you the other stuff I got later." Her cheeks redden, but she doesn't explain. I already know what she's talking about. She's starting to have a thing for those garter belt suspender set things. I haven't complained. It's sexy as all fuck.

I bite my lip to stop a moan escaping and try to focus on the screen in front of me, but all I can think about is her bent over my bed. The last set she got was black and red. She rested on her forearms, with her ass in the air and told me to take them off with my teeth.

My eyes shut tight as I try to adjust myself. I hear her giggle. When I open my eyes, she's watching me. She nods almost imperceptibly.

"Chris," I snap. "There are a few boxes in the store room that you need to unpack."

I hear his footstep fade, then a door open and close. I don't take my eyes off Lucy. Her eyes follow Chris to the store room, and when she knows he's gone, she slowly uncrosses her legs.

I stand in front of her, my hands lightly touching her legs. They move from the outside of her thighs to the inside, where I push them apart. "Not here, Cam."

But I'm too far gone to care.

"There are cameras everywhere."

I lean in and kiss the side of her neck. "Then they can watch."

She snakes her arms around my neck as my hands go further up her thighs. I run my fingers under the suspenders, moving higher as I do, until my hands find where her thighs meet. I run my thumb over her panties. "What color are they?"

She tilts her head back, allowing me to kiss her neck better.

If a customer walked in right now, I'd probably punch them. Kid or not.

She pulls my face away from her neck and looks me in the eyes. My mind's too filled with lust that my gaze is unfocused. She licks her lips before speaking, "Maybe we should tell Chris not to unpack those boxes in the store room and go do it ourselves."

I kiss her once and help her off the counter. Then I take her hand and lead her to the store room where I open the door. "Yo, out."

Chris laughs and shakes his head mid unboxing. "I can't even rub one out to porn." He pats me on the back as he walks past.

Once we're inside I close the door and turn to her. "Show me."

She eyes the room quickly and then points to the camera. I stand so I'm in front of her, blocking its view. "Show me," I say again.

Her hands brush down the side of her skirt and her fingers slowly curl, bunching the fabric. With each second she makes a show of lifting it higher and higher, my dick gets harder and harder. I start bouncing on my toes, waiting for the reveal. She starts to laugh before lifting it up. Up. Up.

Purple.

"Fuck, Luce."

She laughs again and straightens her fingers, dropping the skirt back in position. She starts to make for the door, all the while I'm thinking about bending her over and me peeling them off with my teeth. Hearing the doorknob turn has me coming back to reality. I slam my hand against the door, stopping her from opening it, and pull her back to my chest. She moans when she feels my raging hard-on against her back. "Cam," she whispers, her body tensing. "The cameras can see everything."

I flatten my hand against her bare stomach and flick the light switch next to the door. It's pitch black now, the only light coming from under the door. "I need to feel you, Lucy."

Her body relaxes against mine. I settle my hands on her legs, trying not to rush things, but I want inside her. Bad. She moans again when my hands reach higher and skim her ass. I pull her panties aside and run my finger across her warm center. She's already wet, making it easy to slide my fingers inside her. She's breathing heavy. Almost panting. "Fuck, Cam."

I work my fingers in and out slowly; the way I know she likes it. She drops her head forward, banging it against the door.

"Don't stop," she moans. But I wouldn't dare. She starts to tighten around my fingers and I know she's close. I shut my eyes and imagine her face, her eyes widening and rolling higher. A bead of sweat across her hairline and her bottom lip between her teeth, the way she does when she's about to come.

"Please don't stop," she says again, a little louder this time. I reach my free hand up and pull her top down to release a breast. I palm her nipple softly.

"Fuck, Cam."

My breaths are short, coming out in spurts, just like hers.

"Make me come, please," she begs. "Please."

I release her breast and unzip my jeans.

"No," she squeaks. "We can't fuck. I don't want to run through the mall to clean up with cum dripping down my leg!"

I let out a frustrated grunt and try to think. "I'll pull out," I tell her. I look around, my eyes more used to the dark space, and reach into a box on the shelf next to me. I grab a promo shirt from the pile and set it aside. "I'll blow into a shirt." I kick a full box of games against the door and tell her to stand on it. She's too short for me to take her this way. It's the reason we have a footstool in her shower back home.

She steps on it, no questions asked.

"Hands against the door, baby."

The entire time, my fingers continue their work inside her.

"Yes, babe," she obliges. I don't know if it's a game for her, but I love taking control. And I know that she gets off on it when I do.

She stands with her legs spread, her hands flat on the door and her ass sticking out, waiting for me.

I pull down her top and free both of her breasts, touching and grabbing them rougher than before. And then I pull my fingers out and let out a groan when I'm inside her.

I try to go slow, try to take care of her first, but she's moving herself on me saying, "Harder, Cam, faster. I need it."

So I give it to her. Harder. Faster.

Within minutes she's trembling, panting 'I love you' over and over. I can feel her sweat forming on her tits. As soon as I know the last wave has taken her, I pull out and furiously jerk off into the shirt I prepared earlier. I start to feel it building and let out an uncontrolled sound. She turns and pulls my face to hers, knowing that nothing gets me off quicker than her kissing me. I laugh into her mouth as I come, trying to remember the last time I jerked off into an item of clothing.

When we're done, I flick the light on, trash the shirt and start to peel the tape off a box.

"What are you doing?" she says, adjusting her clothes.

"Working," I tell her. "I don't want to get fired."

-LUCY-

Chris sniffs us when we walk out of the store room. "I hate you guys."

I settle on a beanbag in front of the consoles they have set up in the corner of the store, and pull out my e-reader.

Cam goes about his business and stocks shelves and reprices things. Every time he walks past, he kisses me—a different spot on my face each time.

I stay in my place and wait for them to close up for the night. "Ready, babe?" His hand's out waiting for me to take.

"For you? Always."

***

"I made you something," he says, glancing at me from behind the steering wheel.

My eyes light up and I throw my hand out squealing, "Gimme gimme gimme!"

He narrows his eyes and scrunches his nose. "What the hell did you just say?" he laughs. "You know the deal."