“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?”