I bit my lip as my eyes flicked from piece to piece, trying to decide what to try on first.
I picked up the first hanger—a pale blush lace set—and carefully started changing.
My heart was beating a little faster now.
The lace felt super soft against my skin as I adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric over my hips.
Once everything was settled, I turned toward the mirror.
Andhot damn.
The fit was like a dream—the bikini-cut underwear hugged me just right, cupping my junk instead of squishing it, and had the cutest scalloped edges in the back. The top had a lot more support than I was used to, actually lifting my pecs. The straps weren’t too tight, and the fabric didn’t itch like some cheaper lace products did.
I held my chest in my hands, gently squeezing, fascinated with how different it felt from my normal bralettes. I turned and twisted in the mirror, loving the femininity of it all.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, then squared my shoulders and pushed the curtain aside.
Both of them looked up immediately.
Greyson didn’t say a word.
He just stared.
The look on his face sent a heated little shiver down my spine. His eyes dragged slowly over me from head to toe, the same way he always looked at me when I’d put something on just for him. Or when I’d just killed…
He’d been leaning back on the bench before, but now he was sitting forward, forearms resting on his thighs.
Melanie stood up almost instantly, her hands clasping together in delight. “Oh wow,” she said. “That one looksgorgeouson you.”
I stepped out fully from the fitting room, giving a little turn like she’d suggested earlier.
The soft blush color looked even prettier against my pale skin than it had on the hanger.
“It feels really nice,” I said, running my hands over the fabric at my hips. “The bottoms are amazing. They fit really well.”
“That’s exactly what we aim for,” Melanie said with a happy nod. “A lot of brands forget that tailoring makes all the difference.” Her gaze moved to the top. “And the top?”
I lifted my arms slightly, feeling the structure of it again. “It’s… different,” I admitted. “In a good way. This feels a lot more supportive than what I usually wear.”
Melanie smiled, obviously passionate about her job. “That’s because itisa bra,” she explained. “This one’s structured like a classic A-cup. We design them with a little lift for the chest while still fitting a flatter frame.”
“Ohhh,” I said, looking down at it again. “That makes sense.” I pressed my palms lightly against my chest again. “It really does lift everything.”
From the bench, Greyson finally spoke. “Yes,” he said slowly. His voice had gone lower. “It does.”
I glanced at him. The look he was giving me made desire swirl deep in my belly.
Melanie noticed the exchange and half-smothered a little smile. “Well,” she said, “the set definitely works for you.”
I twirled once more, admiring the scalloped edges at the back in the mirror near the fitting rooms. Then a thought popped into my head.
“Do you have accessories?” I asked, turning back toward her. “Like garters or little things to go with it? I feel like it could be dressed up more.”
Melanie’s face lit up like I’d just said her favorite sentence in the world. “Oh, absolutely!” She gestured toward a nearby display. “We have garter belts, thigh garters, silk robes,stockings… even some harness pieces if you want something a little more dramatic.”
I looked back at Greyson with a grin. “Daddyyy.”
He leaned back again slowly, clearly enjoying himself. “Go ahead, baby,” he mused, subtly adjusting himself in his pants. “This is as much of a present to myself as it is to you.”
