What Piper Needs

by Amanda Abbott

  * * *

  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

  __________________________

  ____________

  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 ca
se 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 bra
in 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.”