“Sure,” she said, moving toward him seductively, a glass in hand. “When you’re naked.” She didn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped.

Once he was done, she walked over and pressed herself against him, angling her head up. As he leaned down, she brought the glass up in between them and took a long swallow, then licked her lips slowly.

“Christ. Can you feel that?” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her against his hardness.

“Yes,” she whispered. “And it feels mighty nice.”

He finally slanted his lips over hers, his tongue plunging quickly, tasting the champagne. He wanted to consume her right then and there.

When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless. Piper handed him the glass of champagne. Then she turned and strode back to the bar to grab the bowl and pour another glass of bubbly.

Her ass was fully exposed. It was off the charts.

Straps of some kind went around her cheeks, making them sit plump and high. “Fucking A, Piper. Your ass in that thing is unreal.” He stroked his dick as he sat on the couch, but he had to be careful. A few pulls, and it would all be over.

She sat next to him with her own glass, setting the bowl between them. “This couch is hard as a box of rocks,” she said, “but it’ll work for all my nefarious purposes.” She plucked a chocolate-covered strawberry out of the bowl and held it up.

“I couldn’t give a shit how it feels. I’m much more interested in the view.” He opened his mouth and took a bite of the proffered fruit. It tasted like heaven. Piper knew they were one of his all-time favorites. These were gourmet, too. Big, covered in rich milk chocolate, drizzled with white chocolate. “That outfit is amazing,” he said after he swallowed. “It makes me want to lick every part of your body, starting with the creamy white part that’s spilling out right in front of me.”

Piper bent over to oblige him, and he ran his tongue along the top of one breast. She pulled away much too quickly for his liking. “That’s all you’re going to get until we get in the bedroom.” She fed him the rest of the strawberry.

When he was done, he took a sip of his champagne. “I’m totally ready to head into the bedroom now if you want.” He grinned as he continued to stroke his cock. He’d said it only half-jokingly, because it felt nice to be sitting here naked on the couch with his wife.

“Oh, no. You’re not getting what you want that easily,” she answered with a sly grin. “I need you a little drunker for what’s about to go down in there, so go ahead and imbibe.” She nodded at his glass. “And you’re going to have to remember—this is my night, my fantasy. We agreed to try anything once.”

“You don’t have to remind me,” Michael answered, taking a drink. “I’m up for anything and everything you can possibly dish out. Nothing scares me, least of all sex with you.” He let his eyes close for a moment as he remembered what Beth had said to him outside the library and wondered if Piper would ever be turned on by another woman. He opened his eyes as he took another drink of champagne. “Seriously, whatever you have up your nonexistent sleeve is fine by me.”

Piper put her red lips around a strawberry and bit down. “I’ll remind you of that when we’re ass deep.” Before he could respond, she slid off the couch and went over to grab the champagne bottle, sauntering back to the couch.

Damn, that outfit was off the CHARTS.

She refilled his glass. “Drink up, big guy. I want you saucy and smooth.”

He took a long swallow and laid his head back, still gripping his dick. No more stroking, or he’d come. The room was dark, warm, lit only by candles. “Did you say smooth? I haven’t shaved recently.” He was referring to the area around his cock. “I didn’t get the memo.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Piper giggled. “I like you manly.” She took another strawberry off the plate. “I meant smooth in the bedroom.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not always smooth—”

Piper dipped one side of her corset down and offered him a taste of a strawberry, and then her nipple.

Michael groaned as he took a bite and then sucked, eliciting a moan from Piper.

Her hand dove into his hair. He blindly set his drink down on the table next to him and grabbed on to her hips, lifting her into his lap while he was still latched on to her hard peak.

She tasted so good, like honey and cream.

He angled his head to get better access, not letting go for a second. He didn’t want her to tell him no as his hands snaked down to her ass. He grasped it firmly, kneading her into him and groaned again.

She bent down and whispered into his ear, “My outfit is crotchless.” She edged herself back, staying on his lap, but breaking his contact with her nipple. Before he could complain, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and slowly peeled the material down to unveil the other breast.

Michael’s erection throbbed under her thigh.

It took everything he had to keep still.

He knew she was planning something in the bedroom, and he wasn’t about to preempt it. The thing Brad had said about nothing being sweeter than waiting to come filled his brain, and he held on to that like a lifeline.

It was going to be his new fucking motto.

Piper began to grind against him as he took her other peak into his mouth. “I want you so bad,” he said, trying not to sound too needy. “You’re so sexy.”

After a few more wonderful moments, she drew back. “This wasn’t part of my plan. You know how to make a girl forget herself, Michael Collins,” she scolded. “But, goddamn it, I want to fuck you so bad, too.”

She sighed as she lifted herself off of him and stood.

Then she picked up her glass and filled it, downing the entire thing in one go. “Finish yours”—she nodded to his glass on the table—“then you get to go into the room where orgasms are made.”

He picked up his glass and drained it immediately. “Do I get any hints?”

“Absolutely not.” She refilled his glass, upending the bottle and emptying it. Her breasts were still exposed, and they bobbed deliciously as she moved.

“Have I told you lately that you have great tits?”

She smiled. “You haven’t in a while, but I know you love them. They’re small, but perky.”

“They’re not small at all. They’re more than a handful, and in that outfit they look ten times bigger.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “So you’re saying I should wear this kind of thing more often? Maybe while I’m making dinner?”

He stood and walked toward her, grinning. “That’s not such a bad idea. I could totally get into eating out more at home. You don’t cook nearly enough.”

“I don’t cook at all. But I’ll have to make a note to buy more of these outfits since you’re so fond of them.”

When he reached her, he used his tongue to trace the tops of both breasts. “I like naked just fine, but this is something sweet.”

She took the empty glass out of his hand and returned it to the bar. Then she bent over, opened the minifridge, and took out a jar of something. “Come with me, big boy. It’s time for the fun to begin.”

He followed, no questions asked.

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Piper set the honey she’d just grabbed out of the fridge on the bedside table. She’d left the strap-on in the adjoining bathroom. She wanted Michael buzzed and completely ready for anything before she let him see it.

“What’ve you got there?” he asked, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle, kissing her neck.

She turned in his arms, stringing her hands along his shoulders and pressing her bare breasts into his chest. “I have some more sweetness for you.” She laughed.

He glanced over her shoulder. “Honey and chocolate-covered strawberries? Two of my favorite things.” His tongue found its way back to her collarbone. “I’m a lucky man.”