“God.” Michael dropped his head back. “You are perfection.”

Piper went to work on his cock. She loved it, but she knew not every woman enjoyed giving head. It was an art form to get it right. You had to hit all the right notes. If you did, your man was putty in your hands and so ready to fuck afterward, it bordered on animalistic. Once Michael reached his breaking point, Piper would withdraw, knowing she was going to get pounded.

That’s what she wanted tonight. The anticipation of an orgasm was right there, hovering at the ready. It had been too long since she’d had one.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to explode,” Michael groaned. “I’ve already come—oh—three times today, but I’m right there.” His hands wove their way into her hair as he guided her pace, his fingertips pulsing against her temples.

“But you taste so good.” Piper brought his cock out to the tip and back down as she used her other hand to stoke the base lightly.

A few more pulls, and Michael jerked back out of her grasp, bending down and pulling her up in one motion. “I need you against this glass. Now.” He said it roughly, his jaw barely open. Goose bumps erupted along her arms. “I want the world to see you.” He turned her, lifting her arms up, directing them forward, his mouth at her neck, his cock pressed firmly against her ass.

“Yes,” she murmured.

She wanted that, too.

Oh, how she needed it.

His teeth grazed her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you hard. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this. Hold your arms out to the sides.”

She did as he asked.

Her chest hit the glass first, and it was so deliciously cold. She shuddered, her nipples aching. Immediately, Michael eased a hand between her legs and coaxed them farther apart. He positioned himself in between. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” He teased his tip along her backside. She quivered. “You have the most beautiful ass.” He gave it a small slap.

“Please.” She gave a small moan. “I can’t stand it.”

He gripped her hips, raising her on her toes with his hands, and entered her. The angle was perfect, and once he was most of the way in, he seated himself, slapping her hips back firmly onto his cock. Then he began to pump. “Look outside,” he said in her ear. “I know someone can see us, and they can’t believe their eyes. It’s their lucky fucking day.”

She gazed out the window, her breasts pressed into the glass, her husband fucking her from behind, adrenaline racing through her body. Thinking that someone could’ve forgotten something and come back to the office made her moan. “The friction,” she murmured, “is so good.”

“You feel amazing,” Michael said through clenched teeth. “Much better than the tits and ass who came knocking on my door today.”

“How would you know if you didn’t partake in them?” She groaned as he slid out then pounded into her harder.

“Because nothing could feel this fucking good.”

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Michael bent his knees while he grabbed on to his wife’s hips. As he pumped in and out, he couldn’t find the words to express how much he loved seeing her up against the window. It was hotter than hell. “Why haven’t we done it here before?” he asked, rocking into her, his stomach pressed against her back, nipping her neck. “Seriously.”

“Because,” she panted, wiggling her ass for him, “I could get fired.” She ended on a cry as he slid out and thrust back into her.

He banged into her, forcing her body completely against the glass. He had to pivot up, bending his knees to glove himself inside her, but it was instinctual. He felt primal taking her this way. And as he fucked her, he ran his hands up and down her body. Her skin was smooth, and her waist tapered perfectly, creating little valleys for him to grab on to. “You are so sexy, you know that?” he said, drawing out his thrusts. “Like, ridiculously fucking sexy.”

“It’s called dirty sexy, and that’s why you keep me around,” she said.

“No,” he panted, “it’s more than that. It’s the whole package.” He pumped hard, their bodies joining for a moment and springing apart, then back again. The noise was incredible. The slap, slap, slap echoed around the big conference room, turning him on even more. “I wish I could see you from outside with your tits pressed against the glass.”

“Me, too,” Piper moaned. “It’s so naughty.”

“But we’re not done until I lay you on that conference table,” he told her, slowly easing her body back from the window so he could grab on to her nipples and fondle them.

She arched back to meet him, and he stilled inside her, cupping his palms around her full breasts, kneading them. She rested her head on his shoulder, her long hair flowing over his arm, adding to all the sensations.

“I need you on that table,” he whispered, licking behind her earlobe. “And every time you look at it from now on, you’re going to see me fucking you on it.”

“Yes.” She was breathing hard.

He leaned her forward and pressed her against the window one more time and pumped into her fast, gripping her curves. “Ah,” he said, “I want to do that, but I don’t want this to end. It’s so good.”

Piper’s hands pressed high against the glass, fingers curled, like she was being strip-searched.

A few more thrusts, and Michael reluctantly withdrew.

He was close, but he wasn’t going to come until his wife did. They hadn’t had a successful coupling, with her reaching orgasm, in too long. Piper was a pro at coaxing him into shooting his load before she came and then telling him it was no big deal.

He turned his wife around, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He grabbed on to her ass as their tongues intertwined. It was heated, and he tilted his head so he could take her mouth deeper.

She met him lash for lash.

“Mm,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You taste good.”

“You taste like honey mixed with Jack. Did you drink on the plane?”

He chuckled. “I had a few drinks. The alcohol was the only thing that kept me from crawling out of my skin—that and the two hand jobs I gave myself.”

“Damn, I wish there was some footage I could watch of you in the bathroom jerking off. I’m sure the flight attendants were on to you. No wonder they wanted in on the action.”

“The only action is right here, right now,” he said as his mouth closed over hers again. She wrapped her hands around his neck and sealed their mouths together. He walked her backward. When her ass bumped the chair, he reached around her and rolled it out of the way, edging her into the table.

Before she could say anything, he hoisted her up. He held on to her thighs as she lay back, scooting between her legs, pulling her forward so her ass was almost off the table.

She giggled in delight. “I’m going to have to hose this thing down when we’re done, but this is raunchy. I adore it.”

“What you’re really going to adore is coming.” He grabbed on to his rock-hard dick, positioned it at her slit, and slid home, her pussy wet and ready for him. They both cried out. “Admit that’s what you want.” He began to pump, bringing her legs up, knees hooked over his forearms. “Tell me how bad you want to come.” He fucked her over and over again.

“Oh,” she groaned, her beautiful tits rocking with each thrust. “Yes, I want to come!”

Michael slid her closer, so even more of her ass hung over the edge, so he could make full-body contact. He pounded into her hard, and the table began to rock back and forth. “I hope this thing breaks.”

Piper moaned. “That would be the icing on the cake. Truly. I plan to leave something behind anyway, but breaking the table would be a big something.”