Текст книги "What Piper Needs"
Автор книги: Amanda Abbott
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Michael’s office phone rang. He had been expecting Piper’s call all morning. It was already eleven. His wife had been excited about Pantygate this morning, so excited they’d messed around a little, and she’d promised more to come tonight after the “scandal” was uncovered. It was hard not to be distracted, and the erection that followed every time the phone rang wasn’t helping.
“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.”
“Hm, that plan has some definite merit,” she agreed. “I love games. And speaking of treasures, you should’ve seen my boss this morning. He’s normally such a cool guy, but when the panties were discovered he had to put on the disapproval hat big-time.”
“That’s right, you haven’t told me what happened at the office. Who found the panties?”
Michael had watched Piper tuck them into a crevice of a chair in the conference room. She’d been hopeful they’d be found at the first meeting of the day, one that she was scheduled to attend, but she’d stuck them in pretty far to make it look like they could’ve been there for days.
“It was brilliant!” she said, her face animated. “It was Bobby, the marketing genius who’s a total nerd. He picked them up without knowing what they were and dropped them like a hot potato right on the table once he figured it out. I had to look away so I didn’t crack.” Piper laughed. “Then Becca, the one who has a serious stick up her ass, plucked them right up and took them to Larry’s office. They called in HR and made a huge deal out of it. An hour later, they called an all-office meeting—in the same boardroom, I might add”—Piper was positively gleeful—“and gave us all a talking-to about proper office etiquette. Larry also said they were going to ‘look into it further,’ and that was it.”
“How are they going to look into it further?” Michael asked, taking his last bite of food and setting the container on his desk. “Are they going to watch the security footage?”
Piper shrugged. “I’m sure they will. But we took enough precautions. I’m not worried. We left separately, and the level you parked my car on had no cameras. They’ll see you left alone, but they won’t know where you were. I left half an hour later, went out on Level B, and walked three blocks to where you picked me up. I can also argue that the panties are not my size and could’ve been placed there at any time. They’ve got nothing on us. I just happened to be there working late, but so was the other person we heard last night. And there’s a possibility that other people came in early for work. Who said it had to happen at night?”
“Do you know who it was who came in? Did anyone say anything?”
“Nope.” Piper grabbed a napkin. “Not a word. I’m sure I’ll get called in when they find out I was working. I’m not sure if they’ll recognize you with a hat on, which was the plan, but I’m not going to say anything if they don’t. You could’ve been the mysterious guy who came in and met whoever else was here. It’s a perfect cover, actually.”
“It’s going to be interesting to find out who came in while we were there.”
“No matter what, it won’t be as interesting as what’s about to happen under your desk.”
7
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Piper stayed in the stall until the bathroom cleared out. There were only a few female lawyers—typical firm run by men—but there were a bunch of female office assistants and paralegals. She wanted people to think she was still in here, just in case. It wasn’t her intent to put Michael’s job in jeopardy.
The bathroom was fairly close to Michael’s office, so if she waited until the bathroom was empty and ducked out quick, she should be able to get back undetected.
It helped that this was happening around lunchtime. Most of the lawyers took client lunches or went out together to discuss cases.
She exited the stall and washed her hands. As she dried them, she glanced in the mirror and smiled. She couldn’t help feeling like she was back somehow. Though she hadn’t really been gone, so go figure. But it felt great to be playful again. To let loose a little. She was about to give her husband some sexy playtime, but it felt like she was the one getting a blow job. “Maybe this is an inverted midlife crisis?” she murmured to her reflection. “I don’t really care. Whatever it is, I’m keeping it.”
She headed to the door, resting her back against it and listening. The bathroom wasn’t big. Only two stalls. It looked more like a bathroom you’d find in a home. She didn’t detect any noise in the hallway. She grabbed on to the handle and pulled, cocking her ear toward the crack just to make sure. She couldn’t hear anything, so she crept out and around the corner.
Where she almost smacked right into an office assistant.
Piper thought her name might be Beth. She’d seen her once or twice at various office parties. “Oh, hi,” Piper said. “I’m so sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m running late from having lunch with my husband and need to get back to work.”
“It’s no problem at all,” the girl said. “Really.”
Piper pivoted around her, giving the startled girl a half-hearted wave. “See you later!”
Then she turned the corner and bounded into Michael’s office in a fit of giggles.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Just ran into Beth…I think that’s her name. The cute blonde with the big boobs? I was trying to ninja out of the bathroom and almost ran right into her.” Piper left Michael’s door slightly ajar. “But I’m not going to let that deter my plans.”
“I should hope not,” Michael joked. “I’ve worked myself into a frenzy while you were gone. If I don’t get off now, I might have to go to the ER.” He stood, and when Piper saw his hugely tented pants, she chortled.
She nodded approvingly. “You can sit down now and relax, Mr. Collins.” Michael had cleared the takeout containers off the desk. Piper hadn’t brought a purse or anything, so it just looked like business as usual for him. “Has Beth ever propositioned you?” she asked as she came around the desk, reaching out to straighten Michael’s collar and further appreciate the bulge in his pants.
“Nope. That one is scared of her own shadow. She keeps her head down.” He sat down.
“Yeah, right, those are the ones who are hellcats in bed. You know that as well as I do.” Piper bent over to glance at the space under his desk. There was just enough room for her to fit, but it would be tight. “You’re going to have to drop your chair down a bit.” She watched, licking her lips, as Michael slowly unzipped his chinos.
“I can do that,” he said.
Piper heard footsteps in the hallway and moved to the window to casually gaze out. “See if they can see you as they walk by,” she whispered to her husband.
Once they passed, she turned back.
“They can see in, but only if they try,” he said. “But nobody will be looking. The only way it will be an issue is if someone actually comes in.”
“Is Brandi here?” Yes, her husband had an administrative assistant named Brandi, with an “i.” She was forty-five, efficient, and had three kids, one in college and two on their way. It wasn’t her fault her mother liked the name Brandi.
“She’s probably at lunch,” he answered as he took his cock out of his pants and began to stroke its length. “I have her doing some research upstairs for me this week.”
Piper moved toward Michael’s chair and, with a quick nod toward the door, she eased into a crouch beside him, shifting quickly to her knees. Michael’s office was carpeted, so she had that going for her.
Michael scooted back, and she made her way under his desk. He reached a hand under his chair and lowered it. It fell with a soft whooshing noise.
“Just so you know,” she said, grinning up at him, “the next time I’m here, we’re doing it in your boss’s office. On that ridiculously expensive leather sofa he imported from Italy.”
Michael groaned softly as she took him in hand.
Her legs and back were positioned under the desk, but she had enough room to move. “This is so crazy,” he said as she lowered her mouth over the tip. “You’re going to get me fired.”
She shook her head around his cock. “Not a chance.” She began to work him over, taking his length in one, smooth pull, easing back and lapping the crown with her tongue, then doing it all over again.
Michael’s head tipped back. “Goddamn it, woman. That feels mighty fine.”
Piper smiled as she continued, lifting herself a little higher so she could get a better angle over his lap.
She’d increased her pace, losing herself to it, when she heard a sound.
A slight tap at the door.
Michael shot forward in his seat, but Piper refused to let go. Instead, she crouched as low as possible, keeping her mouth firmly around her husband’s throbbing cock.
“Um, so sorry to bother you, Mr. Collins.” The woman sounded exactly like the one she’d just run into in the hallway a few minutes ago. Beth. “I have this brief for you to sign. It’s the one you worked on with Carl Hanes last month.”
“Sure…um, come in.” Michael leaned forward, covering the top of Piper’s head with his torso.
Piper heard movement as Beth walked into the office. Beth was a pretty thing, and Piper knew what her husband was likely thinking. If Beth noticed them, it would make it even hotter. Piper sucked her husband deep. She couldn’t move her head up and down, so instead, she worked him over with her tongue.
“You have to sign in triplicate,” Beth said. “All three copies are there. Do you want me to wait, or should I come back later?”
“Now is fine,” Michael told her, his breath hitching just a little.
Piper wondered if he knew he sounded winded. The thought made Piper work harder, running her tongue up and down his silkiness. She’d been hoping something like this would happen, and really, Beth was a perfect participant, even if she didn’t know what was happening. If Michael’s boss or one of the partners had come in, it would’ve been stressful instead of sexy.
Piper heard papers being shuffled. “I saw your wife in the hallway a few minutes ago,” Beth said. “She’s really beautiful.”
“Thank you. Piper’s a great girl.”
Piper caressed the base of his cock with her hand.
“How long have you two been married?”
“Ten years this summer.” Michael cleared his throat. “Best ten of my life.”
“I’m sure. Thanks for these. Say hi to your wife for me when you see her next.” Piper heard footsteps heading toward the door. “Would you like me to shut the door or leave it open?” Piper was pretty sure she heard laughter behind Beth’s words.
“Why don’t you leave it open a crack?” Michael answered, leaning back in his chair. “I’m expecting someone to come by soon.”
“Well, I hope they come very soon.”
She totally knew!
Piper’s libido ramped up, and she took hold of Michael’s cock and renewed her efforts. Michael’s hands plowed through her hair as he groaned, “Beth totally guessed what was happening, but I’m beyond caring. I just want to come.”
Piper pumped her fist while she sucked. A few more pulls, and Michael would have his wish. While she swallowed, Piper would slide her hand down her pants.
This day couldn’t get much better.
* * *
When Beth had walked in while Piper was sucking him off, Michael had nearly blown his load right there. But if he had, Beth would’ve known for sure what was going on, and that could’ve led to a sexual-harassment lawsuit, or worse. Michael was a decent guy. He didn’t want to upset or offend Beth.
Michael’s hands were wrapped in Piper’s hair, his head angled back against his chair. “I’m almost there—ahhh…”
As he came, his body bucked, and his beautiful wife sucked.
It was blissful.
After a moment, Piper moaned.
He glanced down to find she had one hand in her pants. “Here, let me help you with that,” he said as he tried to help her up.
Piper shook her head. “No, just let me…”
Michael sat back and watched his wife bring herself to orgasm, and it was wondrous. When she was finished, she laid her head in his lap. “That wasn’t as good as full sex, but I’ll take it. Especially since it was completely unexpected.”
Michael helped her stand. “Because Beth came in?”
“You got it. That was close, and hot. The rush of adrenaline was killer.”
Michael chuckled. “We’re just lucky we managed to keep it under wraps and that it isn’t a lawsuit waiting to happen.”
“I don’t think it would’ve been,” Piper said. “I told you the quiet ones are the most adventurous.”
Michael kissed his wife on the lips as she got ready to leave. “Remember, Friday is on me. I’m going to figure something out. In the meantime, let’s come up with that top ten we talked about. I’ll pick five, and you pick five, and we do them all, no complaints.”
“That sounds good to me, but you better be ready for mine. It might involve a strap-on. Or two.” She gave him an I-dare-you-to-argue look and winked.
“Your strap-ons don’t scare me.” He chuckled. “I can take whatever you’re dishing out.”
Piper raised an eyebrow. “Dude, that just got me going again. I didn’t think that was even possible. I might have to make a bathroom pit stop on the way back to work.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Michael said, encircling her waist. “I want you horny tonight and for the rest of the week. I want your orgasm on Friday to be epic. No spoiling it.” He whispered the last part in her ear.
“Is that an order?” she chided him, running her hand through his hair.
“Yes,” Michael said firmly. “I believe it is.”
“Is that a new rule? We get to issue orders now?” Piper grinned.
“It makes sense that whoever’s turn it is gets to lay down the law that day.”
“Okay, I’ll play by those rules.” Piper slid her hands down his arms and gave him a peck on the lips. Then she turned toward the door. “But you better expect the unexpected from me.”
“I always do.”
Piper slipped out, and Michael turned back to his desk.
What an unexpectedly great day.
A few minutes later, there was a soft tap on his door.
Michael glanced up, startled to see who it was. “Can I help you?”
Beth poked her head in, wearing a sunny smile.
Piper was right. He hadn’t really noticed her before. She was cute, with aqua-blue eyes, a button nose, and tits that could easily be described as perfect globes.
“Sorry to bother you again,” Beth said. “I couldn’t help noticing your wife leave.” There was no judgment in her voice. “I wanted to give you this.” She held a card in her hand. “I hope I’m not being too presumptuous.”
“Come in.” He motioned her forward. He didn’t know what she was after, but he wasn’t going to be tricked into admitting what just went on in here. Since he made a career out of other people’s deceit, he was always cautious.
“That entire thing was off the charts, and you are…you guys are both…totally hot…” Beth stammered as she took a step forward “And you look like you’re not scared of having a little fun, so I wanted to give you this.” She placed a small black business card on his desk. It had two words on the front in gold lettering:
sexual underground.
Michael didn’t pick it up. Instead, he glanced at the appealing Beth with new eyes, waiting for her to explain.
“It’s invite only, of course,” Beth said, blushing. “My contact info is on the back if you’re ever interested. It’s…it’s kind of modeled after the Paris Underground. The gatherings happen every week, either Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. But you need to be on the list to get in. Not many people know about it.”
Michael sat back and crossed his arms. “Orgies?”
Beth smiled. “Whatever you like, really. It’s all there for the taking.”
“I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks.” He palmed the card and slid it to the edge of his desk, not flipping it over.
“It’s an experience not to be missed,” Beth assured him as she turned toward the door. She glanced back. “One more thing. If you do that again with your wife, feel free to invite me in. I’d be happy to watch.”
Michael coughed as his dick jumped, but he didn’t respond.
Beth seemed genuine enough, but he was too smart to admit anything to her.
Once she left, he turned the card over. Her name, number, and e-mail had been scrawled across the back.
Michael grabbed a notepad from his drawer and wrote “My Top Five,” and then listed numbers one through five. Next to the number five, he wrote: Sexual Underground.
That would be his finale.
