When Jared stopped by on his lunch break, I was staring across the aisle at Max.

Jared leaned across the makeup counter and dropped a kiss on my cheek. Then he followed my gaze. “What are you staring at?”

“Max,” I said, still watching my coworker.

Max was busy and not looking at me. At the moment, he was cleaning the sunglasses in his section — ritzy sunglasses that for some reason management had seen fit to set up in the middle of all the fancy makeup counters.

“Why? You trading me in for a Max?”

“No. He’s always looking at me.” I tapped the glass counter. “Always.”

Jared laughed and finished off the last of his soda. “Seems to me you’re the one looking at him. He’s just working.”

“No. He’s not doing it this second,” I said. “But he does. All day long.”

“Creepy?”

“Not so much creepy,” I said. “I don’t get a bad vibe from him or anything. I just glance up and he’s looking. Then he looks away. Usually, he blushes like his face is on fire.”

Jared glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to us — they weren’t — and then ran his fingertip along my cleavage. “Maybe we should give him something to look at.”

I laughed at first. But then I perked up. What if we did? What if we fucked right there and gave him something worth looking at? The idea was so bizarre and off — the — wall that it instantly turned me on. I wriggled behind the counter, my tight black pants feeling a bit tighter now. I was wet. I could feel my pussy growing slick just thinking about doing it for an audience.

“Let’s,” I said.

Jared laughed again. “You’re joking, right?”

“I’m not. I close tomorrow with Max. We close up our section together. I’m an assistant manager, so I’m the management. Security won’t roll through until about a half hour after we go dark in here, and the camera in this section has been fritzing out, so the manager told them to shut it down until it’s fixed — which won’t be for another week.”

“You’re nuts,” Jared said, shaking his head.

“You suggested it,” I reminded him.

“I was joking!”

I grabbed his tie and tugged him across the counter. Fuck the rules of no PDAs or significant others at work. “Look, I’m so wet you could fuck me right here, right now if my pants happened to fall off. Thinking about it makes me horny. I want to do it. With you, Jared. Are you in or not?”

He swallowed hard and then nodded. “Good. Now go back to work,” I said, kissing him full on the mouth. “And fix your tie. It’s crooked.”

“Love you,” he said against my neck.

“I love you, too. Now go. Pick me up after work?” I queried in his ear. “I want you to fuck me while we talk about what we’re going to do.”

Jared did indeed pick me up, and we barely made it in the front door of his apartment before he pushed me back against the wall. “Are we really going to do this?”

“We are,” I breathed, kissing him roughly.

“Fuck in front of that guy. At work, no less.”

“Yes,” I said. I pushed down on his shoulders, and he sank to his knees. He pulled my pants down, and they bound me from knees to ankles. He parted my thighs with his hands as much as he could and pressed his face to my pussy. He licked me fast and hard as I rocked my hips forward, seeking as much contact as I could get. He pushed a thick finger inside my cunt and fucked me with it. I pressed my back against the hard, cool wall and floated away on the sensation of his mouth on me. He fingered me and sucked my clit hard, and when I growled, harder still.

“I want you to do this tomorrow,” I whispered, my fingers clutching his short dark hair. “I want you to eat my pussy, but I want to be splayed out on that warm, brightly lit counter as you do. So he can see you going at me. See your tongue on my clit and your fingers in my cunt.”

He grunted and went back to flicking my clit with his tongue before shoving the rigid tip inside my pussy. When he returned to my clitoris and started painting whirls and circles, I came.

“And then,” he said, standing quickly. “I’m going to turn you and put your hands on that counter.” He made a similar move as he spoke, spinning me and pushing my hands to the wall before yanking my pants off all the way and knocking my legs wide apart. “I’ll spread your legs and bend you over while I fuck you fast and hard. Just the way you like it, baby.” He angled me as he spoke, pulling my ass toward him and putting a hand on my lower back. He guided his cock to my slit and drove into me with one harsh, slick thrust.

I gasped as he moved more rapidly, holding my hips in his hands and squeezing my flesh. He fucked me fast and hard because he was right: I loved it that way. I moved back to take him, and when he hit me at the perfect angle — banging my G — spot with every glorious stroke — I came with a loud cry. Jared was right behind me, his own orgasmic sounds as gruff and raw as my own.

When he pulled free of me, I stood and turned, leaning against the wall. “Kiss me,” I said.

He pressed himself against my body and kissed me deeply. “Like that? You want it like that, tomorrow?”

“Just like that,” I said. “Exactly like that.”

My shift the next day felt like it took a million years to end. I found myself very high — strung and in a constant state of semi — arousal. My brain played out what Jared and I had done the night before. Then it spun forward into fantasizing about what we were going to do that night.

Almost every time I glanced up that day, there was Max staring at me. And almost every time I caught him, he’d start blushing like he’d been caught jacking off. Once or twice I caught myself blushing, too, remembering what I had planned.

The only workers scheduled to close were me and Max. When nine o’clock came, I practically ordered every customer out of the department. A few minutes later, Jared showed up and kissed me. It was a lingering kiss, and I could see Max watching us from his station. It wasn’t unusual for Jared to come in when I had a closing shift. He picked me up most evenings and drove me home.

I looked at Max and said, “Can you work on the counters over by cologne? Tidy and dust and clean the glass?”

He nodded once and hurried over to where I’d indicated.

“Why’d you do that?” Jared asked. “I thought you wanted him to see.”

“I do,” I whispered directly into his ear. I felt him shiver from the sudden puff of my breath, and I laughed. “If you look up above those counters, you’ll see the angled mirrors at the top of the wall. They’re meant to be chic, but they’re also excellent for theft prevention because they let you see the whole floor. Trust me, he won’t miss a thing.”

I bit Jared’s earlobe then, and he grunted.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

I didn’t have to ask twice. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. He slid his hands beneath my black work blazer and slipped it off my shoulders. I glanced up at the mirror without moving my head. I saw Max watching us as he wiped the counter in the same spot over and over again.

“Unbutton my blouse,” I whispered to Jared.

He worked the tiny white buttons on my blouse. He let it fall open and undid the front clasp on my bra without being told. I smiled but resisted looking up at the mirror to see Max’s reaction. I simply watched Jared instead. When my breasts were bared, he dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. He pinched the other one, alternating sharp bites of his teeth with hard pinches of his fingers. I rocked my hips forward and moaned, caught up in the moment and almost forgetting we were doing this to be watched.

Jared sucked my other nipple into his mouth, biting it hard enough to make me hiss. His free hand cupped my ass and pulled me to him. His erect cock pressed against the front of my slacks, nestling in the cleft of my nether lips. The fabric between us was suddenly maddening.

I kicked off my heels as Jared hefted me up onto the counter. I held my breath for a second, despite knowing for sure it could support my weight. These glass counters held tons of makeup and displays; they’d hold me, too. Jared wasn’t thinking about the counter, though — he was thinking about getting my pants off.

I raised my hips when he growled at me, and then he slid my black slacks down. Beneath, I wore only thin black lace panties. Those were quickly tugged off, too, exposing me completely.

Despite my best efforts, my gaze drifted to the slanted mirrors. I could see the distorted view of Max, standing practically at attention and dumbstruck by what he was witnessing. Both of his hands were firmly planted on the glass counter he was supposed to be cleaning.

I would have laughed, but that was the same moment Jared’s mouth came down on me. His hot tongue slid fluidly across my clit, and my body jolted as if electrified.

Jared seemed to be getting off on this more than I’d anticipated. He was making noises that were more animal than man, and he slipped two thick fingers inside my wet pussy without hesitation. He bent to lick me again and again, dragging his flattened tongue along the cleft of my sex and teasing my clitoris until I was panting. I tried not to be loud. If we really thought we were being covert, we’d try to be quiet.

He sucked my clit hard and fast, and I came with a sudden cry that I tried to stifle by throwing my hand up to cover my mouth. I barely had time to process that before Jared was dragging me toward him across the high counter. He helped me down, turned me quickly, and slapped my hands to the brightly lit warm glass. I turned my head and looked up at the mirrors. I sighed as Jared knocked my knees wide because I could see — though it was a distorted reflection — poor, innocent Max furiously masturbating behind the counter he was told to clean.

Jared slammed into me; he wasn’t even looking at the mirror. He knew Max was watching, and that seemed to be enough. He drove into me forcefully, grasping my hips and fucking me hard. He crowded up close to me and thrust into me with short, deep jabs. Every surge of his cock hit my G — spot, and it didn’t take but a few minutes for me to come again. This time my cries were loud and so were Jared’s. A split second later, I heard a softer cry from Max and covered my face so my smile was hidden.

Jared leaned in close. “I think that worked.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Come on. Shut this place down. I’m ready to take you home and fuck you all over again.”

And that’s exactly what he did.