What Piper Needs (6 page)

“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.”

* * *

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.”

6

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M
ichael’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.