Piper nodded and jotted it down. “Where is this magical place? Do tell.”

“I don’t know.” Caroline shrugged. “Maybe a concert? Think about it. Tons of chaos, people standing, sitting, and dancing all around you. It could be done if you wore the right clothing.”

“I like that. A concert has potential. There are a few bands we love to go see, and one of them is really popular. They play bar venues mostly, but the places are always packed. It could happen.”

“There you go, see?” Caroline said. “So you have office sex. You put down raunchy toys, I see. Add bathroom-stall sex, public sex…and you need one more.”

“I told Michael we were going to do it on his boss’ Italian leather couch.”

Caroline shook her head. “No, you already did it at the office twice. So not on the couch, but what about in his boss’ house?”

“Say what?”

“I don’t know!” Caroline chuckled. “It could happen. You snag a dinner invite and do it in one of his spare rooms.” She picked up her wine and swirled the glass. “That could be hot.”

“Now I know you’re drunk. You can’t just snag an invite to the home of one of the partners of a huge law firm—oh, but wait a minute!” Piper tapped her pen on the paper excitedly. “They’re announcing a new partner in the next few weeks, and they always have a get-together to celebrate. Sometimes it’s at a partner’s house. I’ll put it down as a maybe.” She wrote it down with a question mark after it. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll just put down ‘orgies.’ That covers a lot of hot bases.”

“I had no idea you were into orgies.” Caroline reached for a sushi roll. “That’s not my thing. I don’t think I could ever attend one. Being with one other couple was too intense for me. An orgy would be like sensation overload.”

“You know, I’ve always been curious about orgies, but have never been brave enough to try. Michael and I have discussed it on more than one occasion. The old me never followed through, but the new kickass Piper who’s in charge of her life? I think that girl might like it. I also know Michael would be incredibly surprised by it, and that makes me get a wettie just thinking about it.”

“You know, Emma might have the down low on orgies around town,” Caroline offered. “If anyone is clued in, she would be.”

“She might be, but I’d bet my favorite handbag that Gillian knows for sure. I’ll ask her when I see her next week.”

9

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Michael sat in his car outside Piper’s office building, phone in hand. It was noon on Friday, and he was about to enact number one on his top five. He and Piper had decided not to share their lists with each other. Instead, they were going to keep them secret and unveil them as they went. Last night they’d both agreed to be good sports and go along with whatever the other wanted, ending with a pinky swear, followed by some heavy foreplay.

His phone buzzed.

I’M COMING.

It buzzed again.

WELL, NOT COMING COMING. YET. B THERE IN 2.

Michael smiled, remembering last night, licking every inch of her, teasing her, and informing her she had to wait until today for her release. She’d given him some choice words. Once Piper had fallen asleep, it’d taken everything he’d had not to go in the bathroom and jerk off because it’d been so hot.

His phone buzzed again.

DO I GET ANY HINTS?

He texted back.

NOPE.

She responded.

U R CAGEY. CUMMING NOW. HA!

He glanced up to see his wife walking down the steps. He was parked in a loading zone with his hazards on, but again, this was Madison, not New York. Very few cars were trying to pull up to the building.

Piper got in. Once she was settled, she turned to him. “Okay, where to, Mikey?”

He eased away from the curb. “You’ll see very soon.” He loved it when she called him Mikey. No one ever did, so it was just theirs. She only did it when she was feeling playful.

“I have an hour at most,” she told him. “My boss delayed the Pantygate interrogation until one thirty. I haven’t figured out who else he’s talking to, but it has to be whoever else came in that night.”

“I’ll be curious to see who it is.”

“Me, too. I’ll have to pump Larry for info.” She waggled her eyebrows at him. “So where are we going, huh?”

“Not too far away, and how long we’re there depends on how quickly you come.” He grinned at her. “If it’s quick, you’ll be back very soon. If not, we’ll see.” Piper looked beautiful. Her hair was down, and she had on casual work attire, which included the skirt he’d asked her to wear, as well as a gauzy white shirt. The skirt was one of his favorites and would work well for what he had planned.

“That depends on how hot it is,” Piper shot back. “I’m curious to see what’s number one on your list.”

“It won’t take you long to figure it out once we get there,” Michael said. “And number one is counting down. Number five is my pinnacle. This is just something I’ve always wanted to try.”

He pulled into a parking garage a few blocks later.

Piper craned her head around as he drove up the ramp. “You’re taking me to the mall?”

They had indeed entered a mall parking ramp. “Not exactly.” Michael continued to drive up to the fourth floor, finding a spot by the doors.

Piper glanced at him with a grin. “What are you up to?”

“I’m not saying, but there might be popcorn involved.” He winked as he turned off the car.

“The movie theater! I should’ve known. This has been on your list for a long time.” She shook her head as she unbuckled her seat belt. “I think you’ve been begging me for this ever since we first started dating.”

“Begging you for a blow job in the back row. Yes, that has long been a dream of mine. But today we’re skipping the BJ and going straight to full-on sex.”

He heard Piper’s breath hitch. “Are you kidding me?” she asked. “How are we going to manage that?”

“You’ll see.”

They got out of the car. Michael grabbed Piper’s hand as she came around the back, tugging her toward the doorway. “You know, if we get caught, we can get arrested for public indecency or something like that,” Piper told him, her voice rushed in excitement.

He held the door open for her. “I know. I’m a lawyer. But why are you suddenly worried about getting caught? I thought that’s what you craved. The adrenaline rush of someone catching us. This is perfect.”

“I do, but getting arrested doesn’t sound that fun.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re not going to get caught.” He took her hand once again and walked her down the hallway to the box office, where he said, “Two for Dark Warrior, please.”

“Dark Warrior?” Piper whispered as Michael got their tickets and turned.

“Yep.” Michael wrapped an arm around her waist. “It’s been out the longest and has the worst reviews. I called the theater yesterday, and it’s showing in only one of two theaters where we can pull this off. I told you not to worry. I’ve got this covered.”

“How do you know what the theaters look like?”

“I did a little recon this week.” Michael grinned at her surprised expression. “I bought a ticket the other day for a matinee, then snuck into every theater to check them out.”

Piper smacked his bicep and giggled. “You’re like 007! My panties are drenched thinking of you doing recon—oh, wait, that’s right, I’m not wearing any panties.”

Michael couldn’t react the way he wanted to because they’d just approached the popcorn counter.

“One popcorn and two Cokes,” Michael told the attendant.

Once they had their food, they headed down a long, carpeted hallway. The theater was just outside a mall that had opened downtown at least fifteen years ago. It was showing its wear.