“What number are we?” Piper asked.

Michael glanced at his ticket. “Eleven. It’s on the end, to the right.”

They entered the theater and there wasn’t another soul inside. “Go all the way up to the top and cut across to the other side. I’ll follow you.” He gestured with his arm.

The projection booth jutted out into the theater, and there were seats on either side of the booth. The far side was shielded from the main entrance where people came in. If someone chose to sit close to them, they’d have to forfeit the mission and try again later. Piper was right. Neither of them was out to commit a lewd act in front of anyone.

They took their seats in the far corner next to the wall of the projection booth.

“Well, this is handy,” Piper said. “You really did scope this place out.”

Michael nodded. “Of course I did. I wanted it to work. But if it doesn’t, I’m telling you right now, I’m taking you back out to the car and doing you in the backseat. After last night, there’s no way we’re not doing it.”

Piper gave him a full-throated laugh. “I’m all for that. I’m so horny right now, I might crawl out of my skin. How long till curtain time?”

“Seven minutes, babe. Only seven minutes.”

* * *

Only three other people had entered the theater before the previews started. A lone guy and a couple who looked to be about college age. They’d all sat in the main area, but knowing they were there made Piper’s heart beat erratically. But in an exciting way.

This was right up her alley.

She didn’t know how they were going to pull off the sex part, but she was willing to try. She’d seen the trailers on TV for this movie. Its sole purpose was to try to revive an older action star’s career. The movie was bound to be loud, with tons of crap blowing up. But would that be enough cover? Hard to know. Piper wondered what the other people in the theater thought seeing the two of them up in the nosebleed seats when the rest of the theater was empty. She grinned.

“Pull your skirt up,” Michael whispered to her during the next preview, which was another action movie, “enough so I can see curl.”

A shudder ran through her as she set her popcorn down and did as he asked. The lights weren’t fully down yet. The moment her skirt hit her upper thighs, her husband’s hand slid over, moving toward her center very quickly.

She opened her legs, scooting the fabric up, reclining.

When he touched her, she had to stifle a loud moan.

Michael groaned softly as he moved his fingers. “You’re so wet already.”

“Of course I am,” she said, stifling another moan as his talented fingers hit her in exactly the right spot. “This is hot. I’m ready to burst.”

“There’s no bursting for you unless you’re on top of my cock.” Michael’s voice was firm as his fingers continued to fondle her.

The preview ended, and the next one began.

This one was for a sci-fi action flick, and it was loud. Piper took advantage of the volume and allowed herself to moan. “It’s not going to take me long at all,” Piper confessed as she rolled her hips into her husband’s hand. She heard a noise and glanced over to see Michael unzipping his pants. “I’m not sure how we’re going to—”

Michael leaned over, slanting his lips across hers as he inserted two fingers inside her.

Piper bucked against them.

It was a wild, Pavlovian response.

He broke the kiss, and she licked her lips.

“Don’t worry about the how,” Michael whispered, settling his mouth against her neck. “No one can see us unless they turn around, and they have no reason to do that. Once it gets dark, I’m settling you on my cock.”

Thinking of riding her husband reverse cowgirl in this theater almost made her come, especially with Michael’s fingers working his magic. She reached down and stilled his hand. “If you keep doing that,” she said, “it’s all over.”

Michael pulled back, grinning at her hard. He kissed her on the cheek. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t stand it. This is the best lunch ever.”

“It’ll be the best lunch ever as soon as I have an orgasm. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, Mikey.”

The previews ended, and the theater announcements came on. Piper giggled as she imagined the theater company adding an addendum to the PSA about shutting off your cell phone: And please inform management if you notice that couple in the back row fucking each other senseless.

The lights finally dimmed and the movie started.

The first scene opened with a chopper full of guys with guns. Seconds later, there were loud explosions and yelling everywhere.

Michael brought his hand back down and teased her legs apart. She opened them wantonly. With the lights out, Piper felt bolder. She wiggled in her seat, slouching down, angling her body toward her husband’s hand.

“That’s it,” her husband whispered. “Let me get you ready.”

“Oh, I’m already ready. I’m just enjoying the world right now.”

Michael nodded in the direction of his lap, and she followed his gaze to his erection. Piper could see pre-come glistening on the tip. It sent new shivers through her. She slid her hand over the armrest and ran her fingertips along his silky wetness. He jumped at her touch, barely containing his loud rumble of pleasure. “This is going to be good,” he murmured.

“So good. We could both be eating alone today in our respective offices. Count yourself as lucky.”

“I’m more than lucky,” her husband replied. “I’m fucking lucky.” He shifted to the side to help her get out of her seat.

She moved onto Michael’s lap, her back to his front.

Piper pulled her skirt up as she went. The movie was loud, and things were still blowing up. Michael’s hands were under her ass. “I’m going to lean up,” she told him. “And you’re going to slide that hard cock inside me.” She grabbed on to the seat in front of her and arched her hips up.

Michael nudged her ass forward with the palm of his hand, and a second later, his tip breached her seal, and she slid all the way down, barely refraining from calling out.

It was glorious. Michael was big enough to make her feel everything, and at this angle, there was pressure in all the right places.

Piper sat back, her hands on each of the armrests and slowly began to find her rhythm, rocking only her hips. Her gaze was riveted on the three other people in the theater, and she was ready to change her position in an instant.

But none of them so much as moved their heads once.

As she rocked, Michael maneuvered his hand around her and found her clit. It felt so good that Piper had to bite her tongue, almost hard enough to draw blood.

She began to move faster, spurred on by her husband’s soft groans. When Michael’s other hand snaked its way under her shirt and stroked a nipple through her flimsy bra, she pressed herself tightly against his chest, letting her head fall back.

He rolled a hard peak between his fingers and nipped at her earlobe as she fucked him with a slow roll of her hips. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She had to go faster. Things were still blowing up on screen. Thank goodness for action-movie openers.

She leaned forward, gripping the seat in front of her, using it to stabilize herself so she could pump Michael’s cock harder. She moved her ass up and down on his lap, again and again, until the sensations built to a peak.

“Jesus,” Michael breathed, his hands on her hips, guiding her back down each time. She felt his body go rigid.

He was close.

That spurred her on. She hoped no patron chose to glance back at them now, because there was no way she was stopping. When Michael’s fingers simultaneously pinched both her nipples at the same time, she broke apart.

Her head bowed back as her sheath spasmed around his cock, taking everything she could, her hips rocking slowly.