Piper had hightailed it out of Caroline’s kitchen before she could a) Change her mind and try to talk Piper out of her new, titillating adventure, or b) Be mad she’d met with Emma and was even considering inviting her to their meetings, or c) Ask about Brad and Gillian. Piper had indicated in the past that she and Michael had spent time with other couples, but she’d never given Caroline names.

Now, after all her planning, Piper was finally seated at her desk in her office.

She was trying to catch up on some paperwork as she waited not so patiently for Michael’s plane to land. She knew he’d text her right when he hit the tarmac. When she’d arrived back at the office, there’d been a few stragglers working overtime, but they’d since cleared out.

It was a Monday night, so that helped.

When Piper had returned, she’d walked around to try to spot all the surveillance cameras in the building without seeming too obvious. All the common areas were monitored, as was the parking garage. Her building was located right in downtown Madison with security guards stationed downstairs.

She’d made sure to chat them up when she came in. She knew them both by name, as they’d worked here for years. While talking, she’d caught a glimpse of the small TVs they monitored under the counter. The screens were small and grainy, which would be to her benefit if her company wanted to investigate who’d been here tonight. She’d also played up her fear of walking through parking garages alone late at night, acting like a champ. They’d offered to escort her out when she was finished working, but she’d instead asked them if they monitored all the garage floors. They had admitted, albeit sheepishly, that one of their cameras was out on Level C, but it was due to be fixed in the next few days.

She’d assured them she had parked on Level B and left with a smile on her face.

Back on her floor, she’d spotted a few cameras in the main hallway and elevator, but that was it. If her firm had had more installed, she couldn’t find any. But if they had, they were about to be in for a surprise.

She shivered thinking about it.

Piper had never fit the cookie-cutter mold of what a typical female should be.

Ever.

That’s probably why she worked so well with Michael. She didn’t care if other women wanted him. She also didn’t care if anyone knew she’d slept around in her early twenties before she and Michael had become exclusive. She knew slut-shaming was misogynistic. Men rarely got any crap for sleeping around, so she had just shrugged it off and went about her business.

As for the women, in her mind, Michael either wanted her or didn’t.

It was that simple. It always had been. Not to mention, she liked it when he got attention. It made her giggle to think of anyone else being married to him. It would be nothing but misery for a jealous woman. Caroline had asked her once upon a time how she coped with it—saying that she could never do it herself.

The question had actually startled Piper. Jealousy was not coded in her DNA.

Piper sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, picturing her husband’s sandy-brown hair and perfect face. He was big, too, almost six-three. He worked out and had an awesome mix of good guy meets bad boy going for him. His face radiated good guy, but his body oozed bad boy. He also had a pair of ridiculous green eyes. He was the perfect specimen in every way, which was why everyone and their mother wanted to fuck him.

Piper checked her phone again, drumming her fingers on her desk. “Come on, Mikey. Where are you?”

She reluctantly set it down and busied herself with some paperwork. Not five minutes later, her phone beeped. She plucked it up and swiped it open.

FINALLY ON THE FUCKING TARMAC. WHERE ARE YOU?

She typed back, smiling wide.

WOULDN’T U LIKE TO KNOW?

He replied.

GIVE ME DIRECTIONS OR I’M HEADING BACK INTO THE BATHROOM TO STROKE MY COCK.

Piper adjusted herself in her chair, pulling her flimsy dress closed when the bodice flared open as she typed.

ENJOYED THE PICS, HUH? THERE’S MORE OF THAT WAITING FOR U.

Michael wasted no time replying.

HARD AS A ROCK. TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE.

Piper texted back.

AT THE OFFICE. BUY A BALL CAP AT THE AIRPORT. HAVE THE CABBIE PULL INTO GARAGE. I’M PARKED IN MY SPOT. MOVE MY CAR TO LEVEL C, AWAY FROM ELEVATORS. USE MY OLD CARD TO SWIPE IN. I’LL BE WAITING.

Michael started texting immediately, but nothing came up for a moment.

Then her phone pinged.

She hooted when she saw the up-close picture of his hard cock poking out of his pants, gleaming a little at the tip. She licked her lips, letting one of her hands slide to her breast. He must be in the bathroom at the airport.

Either that, or he’d just flashed a lot of people.

Both scenarios were hilarious.

A vision of the very first time they’d met popped into her head as she eased back in her chair, her fingers running over her sensitive peak. Michael had mesmerized Piper with those eyes and body. It was like she’d fallen into a trance. She’d immediately started flirting. She had been aiming for a one-night stand with the guy—anything to get into his pants. It worked. They’d gone out for dinner that night and were in the sack by ten.

The sex had been wild and so good.

Damn good.

But the biggest surprise for both of them had been their instant connection. They’d talked and laughed for hours, totally comfortable with each other, like they’d been friends for years. After that, they were hooked on each other, seeing each other daily and having sex over and over again, in every positon imaginable.

They got married four years later.

How in the world had they lost undeniable spark?

Piper had no idea, but she was determined to get it back. Her hand slid under her dress, pausing at the top of her lacy thong.

She was going to be primed and ready to go by the time her gorgeous husband walked through those doors.

4

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Michael parked Piper’s BMW on Level C, like he’d been instructed, and was sporting a new baseball hat tugged low. It was obvious from her instructions that she didn’t want him to be seen.

It was eight fifty-two on a Monday night, and he was still rock hard.

The anticipation of what was to come was killing him.

He had no idea what his lovely wife had up her sleeve—or lack of a sleeve, he hoped—but if he knew Piper like he thought he did, he was sure it was going to be raunchy.

He fished her old security card out of his wallet.

She’d lost the plastic card briefly a few months ago, then found it under the bed after she’d already been issued a new one. The cards were generic and used by the entire building, not keyed to a particular person. They were intended to keep strangers from accessing the building from the parking garage.

This was Wisconsin, not New York.

Piper had given the card to him to use whenever he picked her up for lunch. Since they worked in such close proximity downtown, they did impromptu lunches all the time. It was easier than having security call up to let her know he was there.

“Maybe this is why you gave me this card in the first place, huh, Piper?” he muttered as he punched the elevator button and slid the card in. “Easy access.”

After a moment, a green light blinked, and the elevators whirred.

As was typical for this area of downtown at this time of night, few cars were parked in the garage. He was glad he didn’t have to worry about Piper’s safety. That was one of the many perks of living in this area of the Midwest.

Michael had been born and raised in a small town in northeastern Iowa. Madison had been the big, booming city for him as a child. It just so happened he’d been offered a job here after he graduated law school, and after some deliberation, he decided to take it. He could’ve gone to Chicago easily, but this had been the right choice for him at the time. His mother had been ill, and he was close to his family. Three out of his four siblings had stayed around their hometown, one sister venturing as far as Omaha. Michael’s mother passed away the same year Piper had wandered into his office, so he always credited coming to Madison as the right decision.