She watched him go, his ass looking fine in his chinos, and took a long drink of her fabulous champagne. She saw several patrons and servers notice him as he passed by. She had no doubt he was going to get whatever he wanted. He was used to getting his way. All he had to do was find the right person on whom to work his charm—and voilà, they were putty in his hands.

Pondering what they were going to do soon, she let one of her own hands slide down, settling on the top of her thigh while she took another sip of champagne, gazing out the window at the pretty lights. She realized her heartbeat had sped up once Michael had left the table, and her body was rocking with some serious adrenaline. She hadn’t been lying about the kiss and what it had done to her, and with all the banter and knowing Michael was just as horny, all she wanted to do was fuck like crazy. Right this minute.

“What are you thinking now?” Michael asked as he sat down, a huge grin on his face.

Piper glanced over at him and spotted the gleam in his eye. “That was quick. And by the looks of it you were fruitful in your quest. To answer your question, I was thinking about fucking.”

“I was successful, but we’re going to have to wait until this bottle of champagne is done, we’ve eaten, and consumed the crème brûlée for dessert, which I have on good authority is out of this world.”

“What? No. I want my real dessert first.” With Michael’s eyes locked on hers, she let her hand trial up from her thigh to cup the underside of her breast. Then she gave it a squeeze. “I can’t wait.” She mouthed the last part slowly.

Michael cleared his throat. “Then by all means we go now.” He reached over and grabbed the bottle out of the ice bucket.

Piper held out her glass for him. “Our waiter is going to know what we’re up to if we both leave the table at the same time.” Her breath hitched as she said it. “And maybe a few other patrons.”

“They might,” he said as he topped off her glass and then his own, “but that’s the best part.”

“It’s definitely one of the best parts,” she agreed. “But the very best part will be when your cock is deep inside me and I’m coming, and you have to put your hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.”

Michael’s chair scraped backward, making a loud noise as he rose out of his seat. He reached his hand out to her. She took it willingly, draining her drink and setting the empty glass on the table.

Michael tugged her through the restaurant, and she didn’t even try to suppress her grin. He didn’t stop as they passed the restrooms and continued down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway was a pair of big, oversized doors. Michael pushed through them like he’d been to this place a thousand times.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked curiously.

They entered another hallway, this one dimly lit, another set of double doors at the end. These double doors, however, had round windows set in them and looked like they could be pushed open from either direction.

Then she saw a chef’s hat pass by.

It was the kitchen.

Michael kept leading her at a fast clip, saying nothing, his intent clear. In the middle he pulled to a stop, and then she saw them. “The service elevators?” she asked as she watched a few servers pass by the windows in the kitchen. No one looked out.

There was a button on the wall, below it a keyhole that already held a key. Michael turned it as he pushed the button.

The elevators engaged in an instant, whirring loudly.

The doors opened a moment later, and Michael hurried her in, turning her around and pushing her up against the wall before the doors even closed.

His mouth slanted over hers, his kiss urgent and scalding hot. Her hands raked through his hair, tugging it, her tongue plunging deeply inside his mouth. She was as hungry for this as he was, each of them trying to devour the other.

The elevator doors finally closed, and Michael broke the kiss only to maneuver them toward the buttons, where he reached out and slammed his hand over the emergency stop button.

A loud buzzing ensued, sounding like an angry alarm clock. It was a signal the elevator was in lockdown.

Then Michael’s mouth was on hers again, hungry and hot. He was the aggressor, pushing himself into her and kissing her thoroughly. He ran his lips down her neck, licking her skin, nipping her bare shoulder, making her tingle everywhere.

“I think everyone in the restaurant heard that noise.” She moaned as he dipped his mouth farther down her chest and into her cleavage. “The lighting in here is atrocious.”

He glanced up, his gaze piercing her to her core, soundless as he reached down and began to hike up her dress, none too gently. The material felt rough as it rode up her hips. Michael hovered his mouth inches from hers and breathed, “I hope you were telling the truth and you’re bare under this dress. If you aren’t, your panties will not survive what I have in mind.”

“I wasn’t lying,” she panted, her hands racing down to the waistband of his pants, popping the top button. “I’m completely bare.”

Then his lips were on hers again, searing her, capturing her tongue, his groans of need making her even wetter.

Their motions were frantic, each needing to get to the other, both fumbling with each other’s clothing as their tongues entwined again and again. He took control of the kiss, one of his hands diving behind her neck, bracing her forward, and bit her lips as she sprang him from his pants. He moaned into her mouth, and she lifted her leg. He thrust into her without releasing her mouth.

He went in hard, but she was more than ready.

She clutched his ass, forcing him in deeper, her leg locking around his thigh. He pounded himself into her roughly, both of them moaning. His cock came out almost entirely before he slammed it back inside, each thrust pinning her against the elevator wall.

It was raw.

A few more thrusts, and she arched her head back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “I’m about to come—”

He pounded hard twice more, and the orgasm began to rocket through her from her toes, racing all the way up. It was so intense she began to cry out. Michael covered her mouth with his hand as he kept up his relentless pumps up, milking every last drop of pleasure out of her, then with a primal yell, he came.

It was the best early dessert she’d ever had in her life.

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As Piper’s sheath convulsed around his hard cock, he continued to fuck her like a man possessed. Covering her mouth as she screamed in pleasure had to be one of the sexiest things he’d ever done. He cried out as he came, continuing to pound into her, spilling himself. It was exhilarating.

Once they were done, they collapsed against each other, gasping for air like they’d run a race.

“Holy wow,” Piper murmured into his neck, her arms loosely strung around his shoulders. “That was the most animalistic we’ve ever fucked. If you hadn’t been covering my mouth, I’m pretty sure all of Madison would’ve heard me.”

It had been animalistic indeed. He gave her a kiss on the lips before he murmured, “It was totally mind-blowing. We haven’t had sex like that—”

“Since our first nights together when we couldn’t get enough sex or sleep,” Piper finished. She rested her forehead against his. “We should get back to our table.” She sighed. “I need to make a pit stop in the restroom first. I’m not eating my dinner without freshening up first.”

“Don’t worry about our table. They know we’ll be back in a minute.” He gave her another kiss and began to tug her dress down as he stepped back. “The waiter I got the key from wasn’t our waiter, but I paid him fifty bucks to tell our guy we had to run out to make an important phone call to your sick mother.”