This is one thousand percent against company policy. A worker trying on anything before her shift is completed could be grounds for dismissal, or at the very least, a mark on her performance file.
However, even though I was the consummate rule follower, for once I didn’t want to follow every section of the employee handbook down to the subset of stipulations. Zebb was bringing out a side of me I hadn’t seen in a long time. A side that quite possibly has been dormant for . . . twenty years ago.
“Fine.” I tug the hanger from his hand and head to the fitting room.
My hands shake as I remove my sweater and skirt. I keep my heels on and wrap the barely-there fabric around myself, keeping on my bra and underwear. Taking a second to look at myself in the three-way mirror, I slide my hands down the soft material and then stroke my fingers along the line of fur. I adjust the ribbon which ties just below my breasts, accentuating them.
A soft rap comes on the fitting room door, and I jump, then giggle.
“Wanted to check on the fit, ma’am? How does it feel?”
“Zebb.” I giggle again. He shouldn’t be in here. There are cameras although they aren’t technically allowed inside the individual fitting rooms despite the notice of surveillance.
The latch clicks open and Zebb slips inside without opening the door very wide. He stands against it once closed and stares at me.
“Fuck, you’re a vision.” His chest rises and falls as he stares at me in my red bra and matching panties exposed through the naughty Santa outfit. He’s removed his jacket and tosses it on a chair inside the tight room. Then, he takes one step toward me, invading my space. With his hand on my belly, he moves me backward until I hit the cool mirror behind me. “I want to respect the shit out of you.”
Zebb drops to one knee and presses a kiss to my stomach exposed through the opening between the two sides of the outfit.
“How do I get back on your nice list?” he mutters between kisses along my waistline. My abdomen flinches at the tenderness and I drag my fingers through his hair.
“Or would you prefer me on the naughty one?”
I softly snort, unable to think with him running his hands up my legs and his mouth sucking on my skin just above the waistband of my underwear. Zebb runs his nose along the silky material and lowers until his head forces my legs to spread. He inhales.
“Christmas candy.”
I laugh. There’s no way I’m— He licks me right over the damp material and my thoughts scatter.
“Zebb,” I whimper, dipping both hands into his hair, massaging his scalp as my body quivers with desire.
“These past ten days have been an eternity, Eva.” He swipes at the dampness once again. “How did I last two decades without you?”
I don’t have an answer and thankfully I don’t need to speak as he’s dragging my underwear down my thighs while sucking at my hip. My panties are lowered, and his mouth moves to my center. Soft kisses. Sharp inhales. When he reaches my ankles, he helps me remove only one leg before he’s kissing the inside of my knee and along my upper thigh until he has me spread wider. He blows a warm puff of air at my sensitive core and then laps. One wide swipe of his tongue and my head falls back against the mirror behind me.
My eyes close as Zebb licks and sucks, focusing on my clit. I rock against him, the rhythm a slow tap-tap-tap as he plays me like a drum. Rolling my head on the mirror, I catch a glimpse of us in the side panel. In excessive reflective panels, I see Zebb on his knees, his head slightly moving between my legs. The subtle bop is him devouring me. I peer down at him. He’s looking up at me, eyes wide and coal black, full of mischief. He grins against me with his tongue stretched outward.
“Watching us?” He blows at the sensitive folds which are dripping with arousal.
I nod.
“Like what you see?”
My tongue is tied but a sheepish smile curls my lips.
“You’re gonna be put on Santa’s naughty list,” he teases.
I reach for his face and skim my fingers along his jaw. “I only want to be on Zebb’s list.”
His expression immediately changes. Those dark eyes dance while softening. “You’re at the top of the list.” Then he returns to the business at hand. Two fingers enter me, and my hips buck forward. Zebb uses his other hand to pin me to the mirror. Held still, his fingers work in and out in delicious torture while his tongue circles round and round, and an orgasm hits me so fiercely my knees buckle.
Biting my lip, I’m afraid to cry out. We’re inside a dressing room near closing time but all I care about is Zebb who quickly stands. Wet and musky, his mouth captures mine, kissing me like we have all the time in the world.
Pulling back, he whispers, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
A slow smile creeps along his face and then he spins me to face the mirror. “Look at us.” His arm wraps over my waist and I lean into his chest. “Look at you.”