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she hadn’t really been gone, so go figure. But it felt great to be playful again. To let loose a little. She was about to give her husband some sexy playtime, but it felt like she was the one getting a blow job. “Maybe this is an inverted midlife crisis?” she murmured to her reflection. “I don’t really care. Whatever it is, I’m keeping it.”
    She headed to the door, resting her back against it and listening. The bathroom wasn’t big. Only two stalls. It looked more like a bathroom you’d find in a home. She didn’t detect any noise in the hallway. She grabbed on to the handle and pulled, cocking her ear toward the crack just to make sure. She couldn’t hear anything, so she crept out and around the corner.
    Where she almost smacked right into an office assistant.
    Piper thought her name might be Beth. She’d seen her once or twice at various office parties. “Oh, hi,” Piper said. “I’m so sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m running late from having lunch with my husband and need to get back to work.”
    “It’s no problem at all,” the girl said. “Really.”
    Piper pivoted around her, giving the startled girl a half-hearted wave. “See you later!”
    Then she turned the corner and bounded into Michael’s office in a fit of giggles.
    “What happened?” he asked.
    “Just ran into Beth…I think that’s her name. The cute blonde with the big boobs? I was trying to ninja out of the bathroom and almost ran right into her.” Piper left Michael’s door slightly ajar. “But I’m not going to let that deter my plans.”
    “I should hope not,” Michael joked. “I’ve worked myself into a frenzy while you were gone. If I don’t get off now, I might have to go to the ER.” He stood, and when Piper saw his hugely tented pants, she chortled.
    She nodded approvingly. “You can sit down now and relax, Mr. Collins.” Michael had cleared the takeout containers off the desk. Piper hadn’t brought a purse or anything, so it just looked like business as usual for him. “Has Beth ever propositioned you?” she asked as she came around the desk, reaching out to straighten Michael’s collar and further appreciate the bulge in his pants.
    “Nope. That one is scared of her own shadow. She keeps her head down.” He sat down.
    “Yeah, right, those are the ones who are hellcats in bed. You know that as well as I do.” Piper bent over to glance at the space under his desk. There was just enough room for her to fit, but it would be tight. “You’re going to have to drop your chair down a bit.” She watched, licking her lips, as Michael slowly unzipped his chinos.
    “I can do that,” he said.
    Piper heard footsteps in the hallway and moved to the window to casually gaze out. “See if they can see you as they walk by,” she whispered to her husband.
    Once they passed, she turned back.
    “They can see in, but only if they try,” he said. “But nobody will be looking. The only way it will be an issue is if someone actually comes in.”
    “Is Brandi here?” Yes, her husband had an administrative assistant named Brandi, with an “i.” She was forty-five, efficient, and had three kids, one in college and two on their way. It wasn’t her fault her mother liked the name Brandi.
    “She’s probably at lunch,” he answered as he took his cock out of his pants and began to stroke its length. “I have her doing some research upstairs for me this week.”
    Piper moved toward Michael’s chair and, with a quick nod toward the door, she eased into a crouch beside him, shifting quickly to her knees. Michael’s office was carpeted, so she had that going for her.
    Michael scooted back, and she made her way under his desk. He reached a hand under his chair and lowered it. It fell with a soft whooshing noise.
    “Just so you know,” she said, grinning up at him, “the next time I’m here, we’re doing it in your boss’s office. On that ridiculously expensive leather sofa he