What Piper Needs (7 page)

“Hello, this is Michael Collins,” he said. “Oh, hi, Terry. Yep, we’re still on. This Thursday works fine. I’ll be there. Chinese food works. I told my wife it would be a late night. See you then.”

He hung up and tried to get back to work. He had a hundred things to get to today. Being out of town so long on a case had definite drawbacks. After a few minutes, he realized he was just too distracted, so he drew his cell out of his pocket. There was nothing from Piper, so he texted her.

HOW’S IT GOING? ALL QUIET ON THE PANTY FRONT?

There was no immediate response.

She must be in a meeting.

He tried to push her luscious tits, and the way they had rocked up and down on the conference room table, out of his mind and opened the file on his desk. But his brain kept going back to their fuck session last night.

It’d been perfect.

It had reminded him of their early years together, and he was pretty sure he hadn’t been that turned on in a very long time. He’d woken up this morning with a new promise to himself. He was going to do whatever it took to get the two of them back on track. He hated to admit it, but he felt he was to blame somehow for their current bump in the road.

Sharing their sex adventures with their neighbors, Jace and Caroline Stratton, had been a pivotal changing point. Michael had no way of knowing it at the time. But as he’d watched the Strattons dip a toe into a more adventurous sex life, and then venture back out, he realized he and Piper could alter their own course and choose to do things differently.

Nothing had to stay the same.

Thinking about changing things up made his chest tight, in a good way, because living his life without Piper was not an option. The first thing he’d done that morning was roll over and tell her he loved her.

She’d smiled and said it right back.

His phone rang again, jostling him out of his thoughts. He couldn’t help but hope it was his wife. “Hello, this is Michael Collins. Oh, hi, Frank. Nope, this is a fine time to discuss the Brady trial. I have my notes right here.”

* * *

“That kind of thing won’t be tolerated here.” Piper’s boss droned on as she sneaked furtive glances around the room. “Using our workspace as anything more than a workplace is unacceptable. We will be looking into the matter further. That’s it. You’re all excused.”

The delicious irony was that they’d just had an “all-office emergency meeting” in the same conference room at the same table on which Michael had fucked her last night.

She’d been careful to make sure her face stayed impartial, leaning toward genuine surprise, followed by curiosity, as she gazed around at her coworkers.

“Jeez, you’d think someone committed a murder in here,” Tabitha, a recent twentysomething hire, leaned over and said in Piper’s ear. “Sex in the workplace is totally
in
right now. I’m surprised they don’t find underwear here on a daily basis.”

Piper arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean
in right now
? Has it ever really gone out of style?”

Tabitha shrugged as Piper stood, pushing in her chair. “Ten years ago, office sex wasn’t as big, I don’t think,” Tabitha said. “Too many people were starting to date online. They were leaving the office early for meet-ups in coffee shops or bars.” Tabitha moved toward the door and Piper followed. “Now, with Tinder, you can hook up with someone at a moment’s notice—someone who finds you by location, and probably works in the building next to yours. Coffee shop meet-ups are a thing of the past. Bending over your desk for a quickie with a tall, dark drink of water who works next door is the here and now.”

Piper was up on the latest trends. She had to be in her line of work. The ad agency thrived on what was hot in the marketplace, and Tinder was brilliant in her eyes. Piper totally would’ve used it as a booty call back in the day. Her sex life would’ve been much easier to navigate. She smiled thinking about it, a little wistful she’d missed it. “I hear you,” Piper said as they exited the boardroom and walked down the hallway. “So who do you think it was who snuck in here and did the nasty?”

They stopped in front of Piper’s office. Tabitha shrugged like it didn’t matter. “Did you see those undies? Had to be one of the interns. Or someone with a tween fantasy.”

“I totally agree,” Piper said sagely. “My guess was an intern, too.”

“It doesn’t really matter who it was, because last week it was probably someone different. Hey, what are you doing for lunch?” Tabitha asked. “Want to catch a salad downstairs before we get back to the grind?”

How did one
catch
a salad?

Piper liked Tabitha. She was blunt, funny, and didn’t seem to give a shit what other people thought. She was Piper’s kind of girl. Too bad they weren’t closer in age. But the gap was too apparent. Piper wasn’t ancient. She was thirty-one, but she wasn’t a Millennial either. “Sorry, not today. I’m surprising my husband at work with Thai food. He was out of town all last week, so I want to catch up with him.”

“Have fun with that,” Tabitha said as she began to walk away. “Maybe you two can have an office nooner.” She turned in a circle, waggling her eyebrows and pointing both index fingers at Piper. “I’ve seen your hunk of man. I’d be nooning him all day long if I were you.”

Piper snorted. “Please, if Larry was pissed about sex in the office, Michael’s conservative boss would blow a gasket. Plus, Michael would never risk it. See you later.”

Piper headed into her office, and then stopped short. She had a brilliant idea.

Thinking about it made her nipples tighten. She walked to the phone and dialed up their favorite Thai place downtown and put in her order. She hoped Michael wasn’t in a meeting. She couldn’t wait to share the Pantygate news.

And enact her new plan.

* * *

When Piper strode into Michael’s office with a bag of takeout food, Michael felt like a kid again. He’d been more anxious than he’d let himself realize when he hadn’t heard from Piper this morning.

“I brought us some eats,” she announced, smiling wide as she came in. “I wanted to surprise you. Are you free? If you’re not, no biggie. I’m so hungry, I could probably eat all of this myself anyway. Seriously, I’m famished.” She winked. “Burned off more than a few calories last night, because some guy I know is really into aerobic sex.”

Michael came around his desk and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m free, and I’d love to eat with you. Where do you want to go?”

“I was thinking we could stay
here
,” Piper answered slyly.

“Here? Okay.” When Piper came for lunch, they usually went for a walk outside. It was a gorgeous day, and there were a few small parks close to the building.

Piper edged his door closed with her hip, raising both her eyebrows. “Yes, in here,” she whispered. “I want to share my Pantygate story with you…and then give you a nice office-style dessert.”

He raised his eyebrows. “In
here
?”

Piper nodded and moved past him, setting the bag on his desk. “I realize we can’t, you know, do much in here.” She kept her voice low. “But after last night, and this morning, and the entire Pantygate thing today, I’m so horny I could die. My nipples are killing me. Aren’t you? I feel like I could crawl out of my skin. I hadn’t had an orgasm in so long, it’s like my body woke up from a long slumber and said, ‘Oh, yes! I remember now. We love those!’” She laid her hands on his shoulders and caressed them. “I need to do something about it.” She licked her lips seductively. “You know what I mean?”

“Piper, I’ve been rock hard since I woke up,” Michael rasped, then eased back when he heard someone in the hallway. His door wasn’t all the way shut, and if he’d had his way, he would have bent Piper over his desk. Instead, he returned to his chair, his hand snaking down to grab on to his dick through his pants to prove to her how hard he was. “I’ve been sitting here in pain all morning, waiting for your call. I was at least hoping for some sexting.”

Piper opened the bag of food. It smelled delicious. Thai was his favorite, as she well knew. “I did one better than a picture of my boob in a bathroom stall. I came here in person.” She leaned over conspiratorially. “So you can
come
in person.”

He fisted his cock harder. “You have my attention. And how exactly is that going to happen?” His brain was rapid-firing on all the different positions his wife could suck him off in here.

“Well, it’s pretty simple, really,” she answered, settling her hip on the edge of his desk. “After we’re done eating, I’m going to slip under your desk and blow you.” She said it like they were having a conversation about repainting the kitchen. She met his gaze and smiled lazily, her eyes glinting the way he loved when she was excited. “These law offices invest in nothing but the finest, most expensive mahogany desks.” She rapped her knuckles on the top. “Absolutely perfect for a naughty wife to fit under without anyone seeing.” Then she tapped the panel in front of his desk with her foot to prove her point.

She was right, his desk was solid wood all the way around.

He sat back in his chair, still stroking himself. “There’s one thing, however. Everyone knows you’re here.” She handed him a container of food. “If anyone comes in, they’re going to wonder where you are.”

“And you’ll tell them I’m in the ladies’ room.” She smiled as she passed him a plastic fork in a wrapper. Then she leaned closer. “It’s not that hard—well, not as hard as you are.” She chuckled. “But no one is going to suspect me of being under your desk. And if they come in, I’ll be as quiet as a mouse. It’s perfect, really. I’m going to leave your door open a little, too. It’s going to be fun. I promise.”

Michael got over his doubt in less than thirty seconds.

This was his hot wife, and they were going to engage in something dangerous and sexy. He was hard. In fact, his cock had been pulsing with its own heartbeat since she’d walked in. “Okay. You’re on, naughty girl.”

“I love this.” She happily dug into her food. “Maybe we’ll need to visit the Pleasure Paradise soon and pick out some outfits. I could come by next week, posing as a delivery girl.”

“Yeah, right.” He took a bite of food. “You’re far too recognizable, even in a delivery-girl outfit. And I shouldn’t have to tell you that your devilish blow-job plan ensures I’ll get off this time, but what about you? Tomorrow’s lunch has to include me eating you out, or today doesn’t happen.”

Piper’s eyes widened.

His wife hadn’t even given thought to her own satisfaction. She was too busy being turned on by the game. Michael was going to make sure it was tit for tat.

“I’ll have to think about that,” she said. “But I’m sure we can arrange something.”

“Wrong. You don’t need to do any thinking,” he said. “I do it. I’ll come by your office with lunch tomorrow—and a plan.”

He watched as Piper’s breath hitched and her eyelids got heavy. He was turning her on. With a hooded smile, she said, “I have lunch meetings every day but Friday this week.”

“Then Friday it is. That will give me time to prepare something good.” He grinned. “Piper, you’re not the only one who’s excited about this. I haven’t been this turned on in a long time. I like it risky just as much as you do. Our sex life is taking a turn for the best, and I’m all in.”

“I’m in, too.” She ate some food. “I like where this is going.” Her gaze was pinned on Michael. “But if we’re going to play a game, which seems logical since we’re both ridiculously competitive, there has to be rules.”

“What kind of rules?” he asked, reclining in his seat.

“Well, one, I’m proposing no sex at home.” Before he could respond, she held up her hand. “We can have plenty of foreplay, like we did this morning, but no sex—or coming. We save it for the payoff. At least for a while.”

“Okay, I’m down with that.” He’d already been thinking about fucking his wife in the shower tomorrow morning. It was one of their favorite places, and they hadn’t done it in there in too long. That would have to wait.

“Also, no involving other people directly. I think we’re both over that. I like the indirect route we’re on much better. It’s like a sexy secret between us.

He liked the idea of sexy secrets, too. That was a huge turn-on for him. “Indirect it is. But I can tell you right now, I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off you at home. Now that we’re saying that’s off-limits, all I can think about is bending you over and taking you in every single room of the house.”

She leaned forward, whispering seductively, “I want your hands on me at home, make no mistake about it. You just can’t make me come and vice versa. I’m certain we can make good use of that rule. It can even be deliciously nasty.”

He groaned.

The way she’d said it was silky and full of promise, like she was already planning to do something dirty. “I’m about to explode with all his banter.”

Piper directed her fork at him. “No coming yet. Finish up your lunch, big boy. Your payday will be here soon. I’m almost done, and then I’m heading to the ladies’ room to freshen up. I’ll chat folks up on the way there, then try to sneak back unseen, so they think I’m still in there. This is going to be fun.” She happily dug into the rest of her food.

Michael ate a few more bites himself, but he was totally distracted. “Seeing you this excited gets me even hornier. Maybe we should come up with some kind of top-ten sex wish list or something. Then we could check them off like a treasure hunt.”