“Thanks for the offer. I’m not sure Caroline would ever be into that,” Jace said. “But I’ll run it by her. You never know.”

“That’s always been our motto.” Michael chuckled. “Never say never.”

12

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The package arrived on Piper’s doorstep at three o’clock the next afternoon. She brought it inside. It was bigger than she’d anticipated. Thank goodness it didn’t have the company name—Your Every Fantasy—stamped all over the box. Instead, it was discreetly wrapped in brown paper, and the return address said: Everyday Gifts.

Michael was at the gym, so she walked it into the kitchen. She set it on the counter and got out the scissors. She slit the tape off the top and opened it up. A bunch of packing peanuts were inside, but once she moved them out of the way, she saw the actual box. It was almost as big as the shipping box.

She had to cover her mouth so she didn’t start howling.

The front of the box showed a woman’s ass in the air, along with an upper body of a female behind her wearing the strap-on. Inset in the corner was a picture of a woman tilting her head back in ecstasy biting her finger.

“Oh, my,” Piper giggled. “This is going to be good.”

She set all the packaging on the floor. Then she undid the flap and slid the contraption out onto the counter. There were a bunch of straps going every which way. And the double dildo was huge! It was shaped like a purple penis in two directions and had a cord dangling from the center. This particular model came with a vibrate option.

She started to laugh and couldn’t stop.

She was both titillated and trepidatious, but in the best way possible. Michael was either going to love it or hate it, but either way, it was going to be an epic adventure.

Piper hadn’t known whether it would arrive in time for their date night tonight, so she hadn’t made any concrete plans. But now that it was here, she had to get her act together. She grabbed her cell phone off the counter and tapped the Internet icon.

Ever since she’d gone to HotelRED to see Caroline, its info had been saved in her files.

She pressed “call directly” from the number on its Web site and waited for an answer. She hoped it wasn’t full. There was nothing major going on in the city this weekend, so there was a good chance rooms would be available.

“Hello, this is HotelRED,” a clerk answered.

Piper booked a suite for the night, no issues.

She hung up and stuck the double strap-on back in the box. On her way out to the car she’d throw all the extra packaging away so Michael didn’t see it when he came home. She had some errands to run before she went to the hotel, so she jotted a quick note and left it on the counter for Michael:

Meet me at HotelRed, room 527 at 6:30 pm.

Come hungry in every sense.

XOXO, Piper

She ran upstairs to change her clothes and pack an overnight bag.

Twenty minutes later, she was out the door.

The drugstore was first on her list. She picked up some supplies, including some lube and candles. They’d never needed extra help in the lubrication department, so this would be a first. On the way to her next stop, Piper grinned, imagining her husband’s response when he walked in and saw what she had planned for the night.

Once she got to her destination, she pulled into the lot and parked by the door. She’d originally called this place to see if they had the strap-on she’d researched, but they hadn’t carried it.

But the store did have a few other things she needed.

The woman behind the counter gave her one small nod and then went back to business. Piper had been here only a few times over the years, and mostly to pick up porn before it became so widely available for free on the Internet. She made a beeline for the garments. She needed something with a hole in the crotch that was structured like a corset. Bingo. She picked a black and silver ensemble with scarlet pinstripes. It was just the look she was going for.

She took it to the counter.

The women gave her a polite smile and asked, “Is this it?”

“Yes, thanks,” Piper said as she pulled out her credit card.

The woman rang her up, folding her purchase and putting it in a generic black plastic bag. “You know,” the woman said, “the dressing-up part is always nice, but there are some great accessories that go with this, if you’re interested.”

“You don’t say?” Piper said. “Which ones?” She made a point to glance around the store.

“Well, this is a very sexy Dom kind of getup, so there are handcuffs, soft whips, but my favorite is the blindfold and the tickler together.” She gestured toward the back of the store.

Piper needed about half a second to make up her mind. “No whips, but I’ll take the rest. Why not?”

The lady nodded at her appreciatively. “Spoken like a true woman in charge.”

Piper almost snorted as the clerk, who looked like a lunch lady in her late fifties, went to get her gear.

Once she’d paid, she headed to the hotel.

Piper needed time to set up and run a few errands. But she also wanted to do a little research on how to use the strap-on. Bending Michael over the bed doggie style wasn’t going to work. She wanted maximum pleasure out of this thing. She had some ideas, but watching a little porn would go a long way.

After that, she needed to figure out dinner. She wasn’t going to do room service.

She had something special in mind.

* * *

Michael was rock hard as he drove to the hotel. Getting the note from Piper was like a birthday gift. He had no idea what she was up to, but a sexy night in a hotel room sounded great to him.

He parked in the lot and took an elevator up to the fifth floor.

It was six twenty.

He was early, but so be it. He had been going nuts waiting at home. He found room 527 and rapped his knuckles against the door, only to find it slightly ajar.

He took that as an invitation and walked in.

A short hallway led to the actual room. It was dark, the shades drawn, but he could see a flicker of candlelight. His cock jumped, rocking against his zipper. “Hello, sweetheart. I’m here,” he called.

“Come on in, Mikey,” Piper purred. “I have some fun waiting for you.”

Michael entered the living space of the suite, pulling his shirt from his pants as he walked. Piper had candles lit all over, and the flickering light made animated shadows on the walls.

A magnum of champagne on ice and two glasses sat on a bar to his right.

Piper stood in the middle of it all.

Her hands were on her hips, almost daring him to not explode right there. She was dressed in the hottest outfit he’d ever seen on her.

It was some kind of corset that hugged each and every curve, cinched so tight at the top her tits looked like they were going to spill over.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, coming to a stop. “You look fucking hot.” He began to unbutton his shirt.

“Hold it right there.” Piper held up her hand. “Don’t take one more step. You have to be completely naked before you can touch me.”

“Is that an order?” He stopped, sliding his shirt off.

“You betcha, big boy. This is my night. And after you’re naked, I want you on that”—she gestured toward the couch—“then I will feed you from this bowl”—she reached over and plucked a bowl off the counter—“and this glass.” She moved to the bucket and lifted the bottle out of the ice and poured some bubbly into a glass.

He watched the champagne foam up as he unzipped his pants.

“I’m in,” he told her. “But can I get a kiss first?”