He poured some into Michael’s glass, then waited for him to sample it. Michael nodded after he tasted it, and the waiter filled both glasses, put the bottle back in the stand, and bowed. “I’ll be back to take your order momentarily.”
“Did he just bow at us? Somebody pinch me.” Piper picked up her glass and swirled the champagne inside. The bubbles popped and fizzed.
Michael picked up his glass as well. “I’ll be happy to pinch you, just give me the word.”
“You can pinch me any time.” She took a sip of the champagne. “Wow, this is great. Dry, but just sweet enough.”
“I don’t think the waiter would bow for anything less than perfection,” Michael joked as he took a drink. Piper was right. It was perfect.
“You know”—Piper sat back in her seat, champagne glass still in hand—“I kind of wish our waiter was a girl. I’d love to watch her fall all over herself while she served you, all the while thinking about that hot elevator kiss.” She leaned forward and whispered, “The one that gave me a huge wettie.”
Michael’s dick jumped at her tone, as well as her words. “How wet are we talking here?” He relaxed back in his own seat and took a measured drink of champagne, while pinning a lusty look on his wife.
She rose to the occasion. “Drenched. You haven’t kissed me like that—a total mindless kiss—since we were first dating. My nipples are still hard, and my toes are still curled. If the door hadn’t opened, we would’ve had sex right there.”
“If you keep talking about your drenched panties and hard nipples, we’re going to have it right here.”
Her hair came down and curtained her face. “Who said I’m wearing panties?”
Michael groaned as he rearranged himself in his seat. “Piper, honestly, you’re going to make it too hard to have dinner. Emphasis on the hard.” He dropped his voice. “With the kind of sex we’ve been having lately, I have a boner almost constantly anyway.”
“And that’s bad how?”
Before he could answer, the waiter returned to take their order.
He complimented them on their decisions and left. Michael glanced around the room. The tables were spread out, all of them draped in thick, white linen clothes and set to the nines with multiple forks, knives, spoons, glasses, and big napkins folded in complicated shapes.
But the best part was the lighting.
The tables were dimly lit. Very few restaurants got the ambience right, in his opinion.
“What are you looking at?” Piper asked.
Michael’s gaze settled back on her. “I’m trying to figure out where I’m going to fuck you.”
* * *
Piper’s head fell back while she laughed, her nipples even harder than they’d been a few seconds ago. The feeling of them tight against her flimsy bra made her shiver. “You’re supposed to have a plan, honey, not randomly pick a place to fuck me.” She didn’t want to admit that the fact he didn’t have a plan was exciting in and of itself.
“I did…I mean, I do,” he said, shifting in his seat once more, his hand going down to adjust himself. She loved that he was so turned on. “But this place feels special, kind of like we’re on vacation. It makes me want to do something unexpected.”
“I love the unexpected. Bring it.” Piper was enjoying their banter immensely. Michael was so beautiful, he took her breath away. He looked so relaxed and happy, dressed in a dark blue button-up shirt that accentuated his eyes.
“Considering the size of my woody, it’s going to have to be something close by. There’s no way I’m waiting too long to sink myself into that luscious pussy.” He drew out that last word like a purr as he pushed his chair back, giving her a cocky grin. “Excuse me for one moment. I’ll be right back.”
Before she could stop him, he was up and striding toward either the bathrooms or the kitchen.
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.