What Piper Needs (19 page)

Piper covered her mouth. “You did
not
swindle Jerry’s anniversary dinner out from under him! If he finds out, he’ll be devastated.”

“So let’s make sure he doesn’t find out.” Michael grinned. Piper began to reply, but he cut her off, “Hey, Don didn’t
have
to give this up. He could’ve easily said no. But just so you feel better, he did say he’s booked a night here every other month for an entire year.”

“That bugger,” Piper gasped. “It’s people like him who screw it up for the rest of us non-self-starters. Though I wouldn’t want to book it that far in advance, because we have no idea what we’re doing next weekend, not to mention in six months.”

The waiter arrived with a fancy silver ice bucket on a stand and set it next to their table. He placed two champagne glasses on the table next, then plucked the cloth-wrapped champagne bottle out of the ice and uncorked it with a flourish. A bunch of steamy condensation flowed out.

He poured some into Michael’s glass, then waited for him to sample it. Michael nodded after he tasted it, and the waiter filled both glasses, put the bottle back in the stand, and bowed. “I’ll be back to take your order momentarily.”

“Did he just bow at us? Somebody pinch me.” Piper picked up her glass and swirled the champagne inside. The bubbles popped and fizzed.

Michael picked up his glass as well. “I’ll be happy to pinch you, just give me the word.”

“You can pinch me any time.” She took a sip of the champagne. “Wow, this is great. Dry, but just sweet enough.”

“I don’t think the waiter would bow for anything less than perfection,” Michael joked as he took a drink. Piper was right. It was perfect.

“You know”—Piper sat back in her seat, champagne glass still in hand—“I kind of wish our waiter was a girl. I’d love to watch her fall all over herself while she served you, all the while thinking about that hot elevator kiss.” She leaned forward and whispered, “The one that gave me a huge wettie.”

Michael’s dick jumped at her tone, as well as her words. “How wet are we talking here?” He relaxed back in his own seat and took a measured drink of champagne, while pinning a lusty look on his wife.

She rose to the occasion. “Drenched. You haven’t kissed me like that—a total mindless kiss—since we were first dating. My nipples are still hard, and my toes are still curled. If the door hadn’t opened, we would’ve had sex right there.”

“If you keep talking about your drenched panties and hard nipples, we’re going to have it right here.”

Her hair came down and curtained her face. “Who said I’m wearing panties?”

Michael groaned as he rearranged himself in his seat. “Piper, honestly, you’re going to make it too hard to have dinner. Emphasis on the
hard
.” He dropped his voice. “With the kind of sex we’ve been having lately, I have a boner almost constantly anyway.”

“And that’s bad
how
?”

Before he could answer, the waiter returned to take their order.

He complimented them on their decisions and left. Michael glanced around the room. The tables were spread out, all of them draped in thick, white linen clothes and set to the nines with multiple forks, knives, spoons, glasses, and big napkins folded in complicated shapes.

But the best part was the lighting.

The tables were dimly lit. Very few restaurants got the ambience right, in his opinion.

“What are you looking at?” Piper asked.

Michael’s gaze settled back on her. “I’m trying to figure out where I’m going to fuck you.”

* * *

Piper’s head fell back while she laughed, her nipples even harder than they’d been a few seconds ago. The feeling of them tight against her flimsy bra made her shiver. “You’re supposed to have a plan, honey, not randomly pick a place to fuck me.” She didn’t want to admit that the fact he didn’t have a plan was exciting in and of itself.

“I did…I mean, I do,” he said, shifting in his seat once more, his hand going down to adjust himself. She loved that he was so turned on. “But this place feels special, kind of like we’re on vacation. It makes me want to do something unexpected.”

“I love the unexpected. Bring it.” Piper was enjoying their banter immensely. Michael was so beautiful, he took her breath away. He looked so relaxed and happy, dressed in a dark blue button-up shirt that accentuated his eyes.

“Considering the size of my woody, it’s going to have to be something close by. There’s no way I’m waiting too long to sink myself into that luscious pussy.” He drew out that last word like a purr as he pushed his chair back, giving her a cocky grin. “Excuse me for one moment. I’ll be right back.”

Before she could stop him, he was up and striding toward either the bathrooms or the kitchen.

She watched him go, his ass looking fine in his chinos, and took a long drink of her fabulous champagne. She saw several patrons and servers notice him as he passed by. She had no doubt he was going to get whatever he wanted. He was used to getting his way. All he had to do was find the right person on whom to work his charm—and
voilà
, they were putty in his hands.

Pondering what they were going to do soon, she let one of her own hands slide down, settling on the top of her thigh while she took another sip of champagne, gazing out the window at the pretty lights. She realized her heartbeat had sped up once Michael had left the table, and her body was rocking with some serious adrenaline. She hadn’t been lying about the kiss and what it had done to her, and with all the banter and knowing Michael was just as horny, all she wanted to do was fuck like crazy. Right this minute.

“What are you thinking now?” Michael asked as he sat down, a huge grin on his face.

Piper glanced over at him and spotted the gleam in his eye. “That was quick. And by the looks of it you were fruitful in your quest. To answer your question, I was thinking about fucking.”

“I was successful, but we’re going to have to wait until this bottle of champagne is done, we’ve eaten, and consumed the crème brûlée for dessert, which I have on good authority is out of this world.”

“What? No. I want my
real
dessert first.” With Michael’s eyes locked on hers, she let her hand trial up from her thigh to cup the underside of her breast. Then she gave it a squeeze. “I can’t wait.” She mouthed the last part slowly.

Michael cleared his throat. “Then by all means we go now.” He reached over and grabbed the bottle out of the ice bucket.

Piper held out her glass for him. “Our waiter is going to know what we’re up to if we both leave the table at the same time.” Her breath hitched as she said it. “And maybe a few other patrons.”

“They might,” he said as he topped off her glass and then his own, “but that’s the best part.”

“It’s definitely
one
of the best parts,” she agreed. “But the very best part will be when your cock is deep inside me and I’m coming, and you have to put your hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.”

Michael’s chair scraped backward, making a loud noise as he rose out of his seat. He reached his hand out to her. She took it willingly, draining her drink and setting the empty glass on the table.

Michael tugged her through the restaurant, and she didn’t even try to suppress her grin. He didn’t stop as they passed the restrooms and continued down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway was a pair of big, oversized doors. Michael pushed through them like he’d been to this place a thousand times.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked curiously.

They entered another hallway, this one dimly lit, another set of double doors at the end. These double doors, however, had round windows set in them and looked like they could be pushed open from either direction.

Then she saw a chef’s hat pass by.

It was the kitchen.

Michael kept leading her at a fast clip, saying nothing, his intent clear. In the middle he pulled to a stop, and then she saw them. “The service elevators?” she asked as she watched a few servers pass by the windows in the kitchen. No one looked out.

There was a button on the wall, below it a keyhole that already held a key. Michael turned it as he pushed the button.

The elevators engaged in an instant, whirring loudly.

The doors opened a moment later, and Michael hurried her in, turning her around and pushing her up against the wall before the doors even closed.

His mouth slanted over hers, his kiss urgent and scalding hot. Her hands raked through his hair, tugging it, her tongue plunging deeply inside his mouth. She was as hungry for this as he was, each of them trying to devour the other.

The elevator doors finally closed, and Michael broke the kiss only to maneuver them toward the buttons, where he reached out and slammed his hand over the emergency stop button.

A loud buzzing ensued, sounding like an angry alarm clock. It was a signal the elevator was in lockdown.

Then Michael’s mouth was on hers again, hungry and hot. He was the aggressor, pushing himself into her and kissing her thoroughly. He ran his lips down her neck, licking her skin, nipping her bare shoulder, making her tingle everywhere.

“I think everyone in the restaurant heard that noise.” She moaned as he dipped his mouth farther down her chest and into her cleavage. “The lighting in here is atrocious.”

He glanced up, his gaze piercing her to her core, soundless as he reached down and began to hike up her dress, none too gently. The material felt rough as it rode up her hips. Michael hovered his mouth inches from hers and breathed, “I hope you were telling the truth and you’re bare under this dress. If you aren’t, your panties will not survive what I have in mind.”

“I wasn’t lying,” she panted, her hands racing down to the waistband of his pants, popping the top button. “I’m completely bare.”

Then his lips were on hers again, searing her, capturing her tongue, his groans of need making her even wetter.

Their motions were frantic, each needing to get to the other, both fumbling with each other’s clothing as their tongues entwined again and again. He took control of the kiss, one of his hands diving behind her neck, bracing her forward, and bit her lips as she sprang him from his pants. He moaned into her mouth, and she lifted her leg. He thrust into her without releasing her mouth.

He went in hard, but she was more than ready.

She clutched his ass, forcing him in deeper, her leg locking around his thigh. He pounded himself into her roughly, both of them moaning. His cock came out almost entirely before he slammed it back inside, each thrust pinning her against the elevator wall.

It was raw.

A few more thrusts, and she arched her head back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “I’m about to come—”

He pounded hard twice more, and the orgasm began to rocket through her from her toes, racing all the way up. It was so intense she began to cry out. Michael covered her mouth with his hand as he kept up his relentless pumps up, milking every last drop of pleasure out of her, then with a primal yell, he came.

It was the best early dessert she’d ever had in her life.

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s Piper’s sheath convulsed around his hard cock, he continued to fuck her like a man possessed. Covering her mouth as she screamed in pleasure had to be one of the sexiest things he’d ever done. He cried out as he came, continuing to pound into her, spilling himself. It was exhilarating.

Once they were done, they collapsed against each other, gasping for air like they’d run a race.

“Holy wow,” Piper murmured into his neck, her arms loosely strung around his shoulders. “That was the most animalistic we’ve ever fucked. If you hadn’t been covering my mouth, I’m pretty sure all of Madison would’ve heard me.”

It had been animalistic indeed. He gave her a kiss on the lips before he murmured, “It was totally mind-blowing. We haven’t had sex like that—”

“Since our first nights together when we couldn’t get enough sex
or
sleep,” Piper finished. She rested her forehead against his. “We should get back to our table.” She sighed. “I need to make a pit stop in the restroom first. I’m not eating my dinner without freshening up first.”

“Don’t worry about our table. They know we’ll be back in a minute.” He gave her another kiss and began to tug her dress down as he stepped back. “The waiter I got the key from wasn’t our waiter, but I paid him fifty bucks to tell our guy we had to run out to make an important phone call to your sick mother.”

Piper chuckled as she straightened herself and ran her fingers through her hair. “How did you find the waiter who gave you a key to these elevators that quickly? You were only gone for like three minutes.”

He shrugged, zipping his pants and tucking in his shirt. “There’s another door to the kitchens just before the restrooms, and I stood there until I saw a guy who best fit the bill.”

“What bill?”

“The player bill. The waiter who was most likely to bring his dates here after work and fuck them senseless. Once I spotted him, I motioned him over. All I had to do was give him the eye, and he whipped out his key. He told me where to go and that the key would be there.” Michael fished it out of his pocket and held it between his fingers.