Текст книги "What Piper Needs"
Автор книги: Amanda Abbott
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Michael parked Piper’s BMW on Level C, like he’d been instructed, and was sporting a new baseball hat tugged low. It was obvious from her instructions that she didn’t want him to be seen.
It was eight fifty-two on a Monday night, and he was still rock hard.
The anticipation of what was to come was killing him.
He had no idea what his lovely wife had up her sleeve—or lack of a sleeve, he hoped—but if he knew Piper like he thought he did, he was sure it was going to be raunchy.
He fished her old security card out of his wallet.
She’d lost the plastic card briefly a few months ago, then found it under the bed after she’d already been issued a new one. The cards were generic and used by the entire building, not keyed to a particular person. They were intended to keep strangers from accessing the building from the parking garage.
This was Wisconsin, not New York.
Piper had given the card to him to use whenever he picked her up for lunch. Since they worked in such close proximity downtown, they did impromptu lunches all the time. It was easier than having security call up to let her know he was there.
“Maybe this is why you gave me this card in the first place, huh, Piper?” he muttered as he punched the elevator button and slid the card in. “Easy access.”
After a moment, a green light blinked, and the elevators whirred.
As was typical for this area of downtown at this time of night, few cars were parked in the garage. He was glad he didn’t have to worry about Piper’s safety. That was one of the many perks of living in this area of the Midwest.
Michael had been born and raised in a small town in northeastern Iowa. Madison had been the big, booming city for him as a child. It just so happened he’d been offered a job here after he graduated law school, and after some deliberation, he decided to take it. He could’ve gone to Chicago easily, but this had been the right choice for him at the time. His mother had been ill, and he was close to his family. Three out of his four siblings had stayed around their hometown, one sister venturing as far as Omaha. Michael’s mother passed away the same year Piper had wandered into his office, so he always credited coming to Madison as the right decision.
His wife had visited his firm that particular day because her ad agency had been looking for new representation. Piper was their new hire, tasked with the job of finding the right fit.
It had been an instant connection for the firm, and for him.
It suddenly seemed incredibly funny that they were living in the same town and working the same jobs as when they first met.
Maybe it was time to change things up?
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped in before he could give it any more thought. He kept his head down so the cameras couldn’t see his face as he punched the button for the eleventh floor. As he rode up, he tried to imagine what his wife had in store for them.
It was most certainly going to be sex, but how and where?
A thrill rippled through him, causing his cock to throb against his pants. Whatever she had planned, he was going to enjoy every bit of it.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.
He emerged into a nicely carpeted hallway. Everything was modern and decorated in a contemporary style. The hallway leading to the ad agency had a gray-and-white checked carpet and big green plants in large black planters. The layout inside was an open floor plan with lots of wide-open spaces, glass walls, and communal meeting rooms for brainstorming. They also had a game room with a foosball table.
Those creative types liked to keep the cogs moving.
Michael strode up to the big, glass double doors with purpose and pulled one of the handles. It whooshed open on a rush of air.
There wasn’t a soul around.
Piper was one of the few employees who had an actual office with a door. He pulled out his phone as he began to walk through the agency.
HERE.
The bubble came up as Piper typed.
NOT IN MY OFFICE. FIND ME.
He replied.
CLUES?
She typed back.
NOPE. GO WITH UR WILDEST FANTASY.
Where would he like to fuck his wife?
He veered toward the game room. He could see from a distance that the lights were off, but that didn’t mean Piper wasn’t inside. He peered through the glass window and opened the door. “Piper, are you in here?”
No response.
He shut the door and turned, scanning the open space that held the cubicles. Where would his wife want to have sex?
Then he knew.
He walked toward her office, turning down another hallway, veering away from the larger open space. Her office lights were on, and the door was open. He ducked his head in and shut off the lights, closing the door behind him. No need to broadcast to anyone who might wander in that she was here.
He kept going.
The largest conference room the agency had was at the end of the hallway. It was fairly formal and situated at the front of the building. One wall was entirely glass and looked out over downtown Madison.
He passed the lunchroom and a smaller conference room, and when he got to the end of the hall, he opened the conference room door slowly. The lights were off, but he knew she would be here. It was a place where she spent a lot of time with her colleagues.
She would want this night to be memorable.
“Glad you could make it,” Piper said from her spot near the glass wall. He closed the door behind him.
He walked in, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He was so turned on, he wanted to be naked immediately. As he rounded the large table that sat at least twenty, he had to stop and take in a breath.
Piper had wheeled in an oversized desk chair, and was sitting in it without a scrap of clothing on, her legs crossed. Her breasts were illuminated by the lights from downtown, her long hair down around her shoulders.
She was so beautiful he wanted to cry.
He needed to taste her. Every bit of her.
Michael dropped his ball cap on the table and unzipped his pants as he walked, letting them drop as he moved toward her. He was fully erect, and his hard-on jutted out in front of him.
Piper eased forward in her chair, her mouth falling open. “Did you come here commando?”
He chuckled as he grabbed on to his cock. “Yes. I got sick of wrestling my dick out of my boxers the second time I went to beat off in the airplane bathroom, so I tossed them.”
“Does that mean you were partially naked on the airplane?”
“Damn straight. And a certain flight attendant would’ve loved to have known that and joined me.” He heard the uptick in Piper’s breathing. “That made you hotter, didn’t it? Two propositions in one day. It might be a record. I kept the napkin she gave me to show you.”
“You know it turns me on. And bullshit if that’s a record. I’ve been with you, holding your hand, and you’ve had more propositions than that in one day.” She slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them wide, one hand snaking its way down her belly, the other going for a nipple. “Women want to fuck you, myself included.”
He cleared his throat and kicked away his pants. He walked over to her chair silently, knelt in front of her, and parted her thighs.
* * *
When Michael’s tongue hit her core, Piper nearly rocketed out of her seat. But instead of lifting off, she arched her back, the chair moving with her, so she could expose more of herself to her husband as he began to lap.
“Yes, stay like that,” Michael growled, his tongue darting all over. “I like you open, and you taste so good. Damn, why haven’t we done this before? It’s so fucking sexy.”
“You say that every time we have sex,” Piper moaned. “But, this time—oh—I’m in total agreement with you. We should definitely do this more often.” His tongue ran in circles around her clit, but when he took the tiny nub into his mouth and sucked, she cried out, her hands digging into his thick hair. “Right there, you beautiful bastard! Yes!” She rocked her hips against his mouth, and the chair shook in tandem.
“You’re going to come for me tonight, Piper.” He paused, glancing up at her, his eyes hooded. “I won’t take no for an answer, even if I have to fuck you seven different ways right here in this office.”
“Seven ways sounds great,” she panted.
“Maybe we should make it ten.” His tongue stroked her clit.
Piper squirmed in her seat, her breath coming fast. The pleasure was so intense, it was shocking. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come right on your mouth.” Piper pumped her hips, needing to feel his mouth everywhere on her.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” he murmured, not lifting his tongue off her for a single second.
“Ahhh, that feels so good. But I don’t want to come like this. I need your cock inside me. Right up against that glass. That’s my fantasy.” She slowly sat up, easing her husband, and his wonderful mouth, back. “But first, I want to prime you.”
“I’m so primed, I could go off any few second.”
“I don’t care,” Piper said. “I’m blowing you, because it’s going to make me hotter.”
Michael stood, obliging her.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and walked him backward a few feet from the glass wall. She was going to get him on the absolute edge of exploding, so that the sex was hot and hard. She knelt in front of his chiseled body, her hands sliding down his torso. His ample cock bobbed outward.
“Damn,” she muttered, “why are you so perfect everywhere? It’s unfair to the human race.”
“Perfection is a myth,” he murmured. “Everyone is flawed. But if we’re defining perfect, you’re the one who is, not me.”
“Yeah, I’m perfect at giving blow jobs.” She caressed the base of his cock with one hand, and brought the other up to cradle his balls as she lowered her mouth to it. Her wet lips pressed against the tip ever so slowly.
This was the best part. The entrance.
She peered up at her husband as she flicked her tongue over the tip, then she pressed him into the fold of her mouth, slowly taking his length as far as she could, which was almost to the base.
“God.” Michael dropped his head back. “You are perfection.”
Piper went to work on his cock. She loved it, but she knew not every woman enjoyed giving head. It was an art form to get it right. You had to hit all the right notes. If you did, your man was putty in your hands and so ready to fuck afterward, it bordered on animalistic. Once Michael reached his breaking point, Piper would withdraw, knowing she was going to get pounded.
That’s what she wanted tonight. The anticipation of an orgasm was right there, hovering at the ready. It had been too long since she’d had one.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to explode,” Michael groaned. “I’ve already come—oh—three times today, but I’m right there.” His hands wove their way into her hair as he guided her pace, his fingertips pulsing against her temples.
“But you taste so good.” Piper brought his cock out to the tip and back down as she used her other hand to stoke the base lightly.
A few more pulls, and Michael jerked back out of her grasp, bending down and pulling her up in one motion. “I need you against this glass. Now.” He said it roughly, his jaw barely open. Goose bumps erupted along her arms. “I want the world to see you.” He turned her, lifting her arms up, directing them forward, his mouth at her neck, his cock pressed firmly against her ass.
“Yes,” she murmured.
She wanted that, too.
Oh, how she needed it.
His teeth grazed her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you hard. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this. Hold your arms out to the sides.”
She did as he asked.
Her chest hit the glass first, and it was so deliciously cold. She shuddered, her nipples aching. Immediately, Michael eased a hand between her legs and coaxed them farther apart. He positioned himself in between. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” He teased his tip along her backside. She quivered. “You have the most beautiful ass.” He gave it a small slap.
“Please.” She gave a small moan. “I can’t stand it.”
He gripped her hips, raising her on her toes with his hands, and entered her. The angle was perfect, and once he was most of the way in, he seated himself, slapping her hips back firmly onto his cock. Then he began to pump. “Look outside,” he said in her ear. “I know someone can see us, and they can’t believe their eyes. It’s their lucky fucking day.”
She gazed out the window, her breasts pressed into the glass, her husband fucking her from behind, adrenaline racing through her body. Thinking that someone could’ve forgotten something and come back to the office made her moan. “The friction,” she murmured, “is so good.”
“You feel amazing,” Michael said through clenched teeth. “Much better than the tits and ass who came knocking on my door today.”
“How would you know if you didn’t partake in them?” She groaned as he slid out then pounded into her harder.
“Because nothing could feel this fucking good.”
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Michael bent his knees while he grabbed on to his wife’s hips. As he pumped in and out, he couldn’t find the words to express how much he loved seeing her up against the window. It was hotter than hell. “Why haven’t we done it here before?” he asked, rocking into her, his stomach pressed against her back, nipping her neck. “Seriously.”
“Because,” she panted, wiggling her ass for him, “I could get fired.” She ended on a cry as he slid out and thrust back into her.
He banged into her, forcing her body completely against the glass. He had to pivot up, bending his knees to glove himself inside her, but it was instinctual. He felt primal taking her this way. And as he fucked her, he ran his hands up and down her body. Her skin was smooth, and her waist tapered perfectly, creating little valleys for him to grab on to. “You are so sexy, you know that?” he said, drawing out his thrusts. “Like, ridiculously fucking sexy.”
“It’s called dirty sexy, and that’s why you keep me around,” she said.
“No,” he panted, “it’s more than that. It’s the whole package.” He pumped hard, their bodies joining for a moment and springing apart, then back again. The noise was incredible. The slap, slap, slap echoed around the big conference room, turning him on even more. “I wish I could see you from outside with your tits pressed against the glass.”
“Me, too,” Piper moaned. “It’s so naughty.”
“But we’re not done until I lay you on that conference table,” he told her, slowly easing her body back from the window so he could grab on to her nipples and fondle them.
She arched back to meet him, and he stilled inside her, cupping his palms around her full breasts, kneading them. She rested her head on his shoulder, her long hair flowing over his arm, adding to all the sensations.
“I need you on that table,” he whispered, licking behind her earlobe. “And every time you look at it from now on, you’re going to see me fucking you on it.”
“Yes.” She was breathing hard.
He leaned her forward and pressed her against the window one more time and pumped into her fast, gripping her curves. “Ah,” he said, “I want to do that, but I don’t want this to end. It’s so good.”
Piper’s hands pressed high against the glass, fingers curled, like she was being strip-searched.
A few more thrusts, and Michael reluctantly withdrew.
He was close, but he wasn’t going to come until his wife did. They hadn’t had a successful coupling, with her reaching orgasm, in too long. Piper was a pro at coaxing him into shooting his load before she came and then telling him it was no big deal.
He turned his wife around, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He grabbed on to her ass as their tongues intertwined. It was heated, and he tilted his head so he could take her mouth deeper.
She met him lash for lash.
“Mm,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You taste good.”
“You taste like honey mixed with Jack. Did you drink on the plane?”
He chuckled. “I had a few drinks. The alcohol was the only thing that kept me from crawling out of my skin—that and the two hand jobs I gave myself.”
“Damn, I wish there was some footage I could watch of you in the bathroom jerking off. I’m sure the flight attendants were on to you. No wonder they wanted in on the action.”
“The only action is right here, right now,” he said as his mouth closed over hers again. She wrapped her hands around his neck and sealed their mouths together. He walked her backward. When her ass bumped the chair, he reached around her and rolled it out of the way, edging her into the table.
Before she could say anything, he hoisted her up. He held on to her thighs as she lay back, scooting between her legs, pulling her forward so her ass was almost off the table.
She giggled in delight. “I’m going to have to hose this thing down when we’re done, but this is raunchy. I adore it.”
“What you’re really going to adore is coming.” He grabbed on to his rock-hard dick, positioned it at her slit, and slid home, her pussy wet and ready for him. They both cried out. “Admit that’s what you want.” He began to pump, bringing her legs up, knees hooked over his forearms. “Tell me how bad you want to come.” He fucked her over and over again.
“Oh,” she groaned, her beautiful tits rocking with each thrust. “Yes, I want to come!”
Michael slid her closer, so even more of her ass hung over the edge, so he could make full-body contact. He pounded into her hard, and the table began to rock back and forth. “I hope this thing breaks.”
Piper moaned. “That would be the icing on the cake. Truly. I plan to leave something behind anyway, but breaking the table would be a big something.”
“What are you going to leave?” Michael’s breath caught as he continued to fuck his wife. She was so wet, and his dick was so slick, that each thrust came easy and fast.
“I brought a pair of panties.” She brought her hands up and touched her nipples, fondling them as she spoke. “They’re an extra small. Nobody will think they’re mine, but they’ll know someone was in here—ah!”
At her gasp, he jerked into her harder, his cock jumping, threatening to spill. His wife wanted them exposed, and that was exciting.
“Right there, Michael. Jesus! Keep going! Don’t fucking stop.”
“I almost lost it when you told me you’re going to leave something behind.” He let go of one of her legs and raised the other one, locking himself tightly against her. He brought a hand to her stomach, his fingertips trailing over her skin. “You’re going to have to quit talking now, or I’m not going to make it, and there’s no way I’m coming before you do.” He let his hand linger a moment or two before he made his way down to her soft curls, tickling her, teasing her.
“Yes, touch me,” she urged, rocking her hips. “Rub my clit and make me come.”
“That’s the plan, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “But I do love it when you’re bossy.”
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Everything felt good. Piper was so turned on. But for some reason she wasn’t close to coming. Telling Michael about leaving the panties hadn’t been enough, though it had given her an extra shot of adrenaline. She couldn’t wait until the office started to speculate and gossip about who had done the nasty in here.
When Michael’s talented thumb found her clit, while he continued to thrust, she let herself go, squirming beneath him. She could get there, she knew it, but she wanted it to be big. She was her own worst enemy.
“What is it, Piper?” Michael crooned as he pounded into her. “You need something naughtier?”
“Maybe,” she groaned. “But this feels mighty nice.”
“How about we add a little of this?” He leaned over, his cock plunging deeply inside her, and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
He began to pump as he sucked, arching over her like a champ, his hips moving independently of the rest of his body.
He was a tall, talented man.
Her hands clung to his shoulders. “Yes, that’s good—really good.”
As Michael fucked and sucked, she squirmed beneath him. The table was now rocking side to side, hitting the chairs on the other side and making lots of noise.
Piper loved every minute of it.
She was losing herself to the sensations, tingling beginning to form deep down, when Michael suddenly went still. “Did you hear that?” he asked.
“What?” She’d been in a pleasure haze and had heard nothing.
“I think someone just came in the front doors.”
“Shut up.” She slapped his arm. “You’re just trying to get me to come. But, dude, I think it worked. You just spiked my—”
“Piper, I’m serious.”
Then she heard it.
One of the big, glass front doors whooshed shut. The sound was unmistakable, a noise she heard every single day.
“What do you want to do?” Michael gazed down on her, his eyes dark, his fingers fondling her nipples.
“I want you to keep fucking me,” she whispered. “Hard. Right now.” Saying the words out loud sent chills racing through her at breakneck speed.
Her husband steadied her body by clutching her hips, making sure the table didn’t make as much noise, and began to thrust. The conference room was situated at the far end of the offices, and there was a long hallway to traverse to get to it. Most of the employees worked in open cubicles in the main room, and the conference room door was closed and the lights were out. They should have some warning if someone came this way.
But there wouldn’t be much.
“More, Michael, I’m so close,” she whispered. Being almost found out had tipped the scales. She was close to tumbling over the edge—and it felt luscious.
Her husband brought his thumb to her core and rubbed, leaning over to tell her, “You’re going to come now, Piper, and when you do, I’m going to shoot my load into your pussy, and I don’t care who the fuck sees us—”
She broke apart under him, her abs clenching, body spasming.
As she came, Michael brought his hand up to her mouth to stifle her cries. “Yes, baby, the way your pussy feels when it comes around my cock is so good.” Michael gasped once as he came, pumping inside her.
Michael was draped over her, and they were both breathing hard, trying to be quiet.
Noise filtered in, footsteps heading closer.
There was no more time to delay.
Exciting as it was—doing it while someone was actually in the agency—Piper didn’t really want to get fired.
She loved her job.
Her husband must’ve been on the same wavelength, because he reached down and hauled her off the table. He set her on her feet and plucked up his hat, bending over for his clothing, while Piper ducked and ran for where she’d left hers, folded on the floor by the far wall.
Once they both had their respective clothes in hand, they rushed to the small alcove in the room that held a sink.
Piper collapsed against the far wall.
The location would give them some cover if someone entered, but wouldn’t if they decided to move farther into the room. Piper was laughing and had to cover her mouth with both hands so the sound didn’t carry. “This is fantastic!” she wheezed between her fingers. “A much-needed orgasm and some quality risk-taking. The perfect combo.”
“It was fucking great.” Michael grinned as he tugged his pants on as quickly as he could. “I would’ve liked to have enjoyed you more, but having someone drop in on us definitely added a nice layer to our shenanigans.”
“Shenanigans?” Piper had to cover her mouth again. Once she calmed down enough, she said, “No one says shenanigans anymore. You sound like Caroline. It was fist-pumpin’ good sex is what it was. Shenanigans are what a kindergartner does to piss off his teacher.”
“Can we not say the word kindergartner when we’re having a conversation about rockin’ sex?” Michael smiled as he leaned over and kissed her, still buttoning his shirt.
Piper lingered over the kiss, a smile on her lips.
She broke it when she heard another sound and quickly tied her dress up in front. The noise had come from the lunchroom, which was right down the hall from where they were. It was more of a stash-your-lunch place with a fridge and a microwave, rather than a room to sit and eat. Most people ate lunch in the game room, or in a smaller conference room dubbed the “brainstorming room.”
There was really no need for someone to come into the formal conference room unless they were going to have sex like Piper and Michael just did. Or there was a late-night meeting Piper hadn’t been invited to. The cleaning staff came in the early hours of the morning, so it wasn’t them.
“What if it’s someone like us, and they start banging on the table?” Piper whispered.
“Very unlikely. But I suppose it could happen. I don’t hear any voices, though, so I think whoever it is came here solo.”
“Damn, what if they stay late to work on a project?”
“Then we sit here,” Michael answered. “Not many other choices.”
“We could ninja our way into the game room. At least that would be more fun.”
“Yeah, like we’re going to start playing foosball like nothing is going on. Hey, dude, sorry we didn’t announce our presence earlier, but here we are! Wanna play the winner? Double or nothing.”
“Hardy har. Oh, shit!” Piper exclaimed, forgetting to keep her voice low. “I left my office lights on and the door open. They’re going to know I was here. I can’t leave the panties now!”
Michael grinned at her, placing his hand on her thigh as he whispered, “I turned them off. It wasn’t a very brainy move on your part to leave them on. Even I knew there was a chance someone might come back to work.”
“You rock. And you’ll have to excuse my oversight. I was in a hazy sexual state getting worked up for all our shenanigans.”
Michael’s head turned toward the door. “Wait, I think I heard the main door open.”
They waited.
A moment later, they heard the closing whoosh.
“They left!” Piper said. “That was a lucky break. Now it’s time for Operation Pantygate.”
