There’s an awkward silence that hangs over us for a moment or two.

We’re thigh-against-thigh in the backseat of Zane’s limo. On any other night, I might have been able to handle that with more composure. But I’m several glasses deep into the excellent merlot Zane ordered with dinner.

At this point, a stray gust of wind could push me over the edge.

As it is, this tiny amount of touching has me teetering between Piper Stewart, Lingerie Mogul and certified Boss Ass Bitch, and Piper Stewart, cum-hungry cock whore.

Zane Tanner shouldn’t be allowed to be this close to women. It’s not fair to us, and it’s not healthy for his ego. If I’m an asshole magnet, Zane is my pussy magnet counterpart. Even staring down at him from my ivory tower of morality, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to climb his ivory tower for a night instead.

“Piper,” Zane says, and I nearly jump right out of my dress. “You shouldn’t stare like that. You’ll make me blush.”

It’s funny he should mention that. I feel my cheeks and ears turn bright pink at the sound of his voice.

Not just because his voice is a huge turn-on. Even though, fuck, it’s low and a little growly. Like he’s a panther constantly purring, on the prowl for his next piece of ass.

But because, totally by coincidence and for no particular reason whatsoever, while I was musing about what Zane’s cock might feel like when it’s balls-deep inside of me, my pretty blue eyes were totally locked on the crotch of his pants.

And now, he’s caught me red-faced as well as red-handed.

So much for that upper hand I thought I had.

I clear my throat, scooting away from him on the seat. There. No longer touching.

It makes, you know, functioning as a normal, balanced human being a little bit easier―but only a little bit. I can still feel slutty Piper lurking just below the surface, ready to stick her tongue down Zane Tanner’s throat the first chance she gets.

“So, uh,” I begin. Strong opening, Stewart. Wow. So smooth. Fuck’s sake. “Where exactly are you whisking me away to, Zane?”

He smiles at me all crooked and wolfish. Fuck. I thought touching thighs was bad.

Now that I can see those perfectly straight pearly whites of his, all I can think about is how bad I want them sinking into my neck as he pumps me full of his love juice.

What? You’d do the same, don’t even try to deny it. I mean this dude is the definition of the word fuckable.

“Jersey,” he says with way too much casualness as he reaches for the champagne bottle.

He’s fucking lucky that he sprung that on me before he poured me a glass.

I’m a Big Apple girl through and through. A date to Jersey? That shit warrants a full-frontal spit-take.

But this isn’t a date.

Fuck. I shouldn’t have to remind myself of that.

Worse, the imagery of me spraying expensive champagne out of my mouth is bringing to mind a whole other world of things I need to push out of my head ASAP.

Like Zane pouring the champagne down my body and licking it up from between my tits.

Zane’s cock spraying load after load of his hot, juicy cum all over my face and dress and thighs.

“Jersey?” I say in disbelief. I put my hand on his knee then―his sexy, sexy knee―for leverage and totally no other reason else—what?? I’m serious—as I push myself up and head for the partition. “Absolutely not. No, no, a thousand times no.”

“What’s wrong with Jersey?” If I’m not mistaken, Zane almost sounds a little hurt.

It’s probably as fake as his tax files.

“Zane, why the hell do you think I’d want to go to Jersey? That’s like, a two hour drive.”

Zane shrugs as I struggle to find my feet.

“That’s how long I usually last,” he informs me. “Thought you might reconsider taking my cock for a ride.”

“WHAT?” I slur, hunching over and inching forward in my heels.

I’m about to reach up, tap on the glass partition, and demand that Zane’s driver take me home immediately. I have shit to do tomorrow. My plans for tonight absolutely did not involve crossing state lines.

But just as I raise my knuckles to deal out the parting blow, the limo comes to a sharp halt.

And blame it on the merlot, or blame it on my fucking heel, or just blame it on NYC traffic, pure and simple, but it sends me stumbling backwards...

Right onto Zane’s lap.

“Oh, baby,” he coos, chuckling. “I knew you’d come around.”

“That’s not what this is,” I’m hasty to reassure him.

But then I feel it.

There’s not exactly any way I could not feel it.

Twelve inches of rock-hard, meaty cum canon, nestled right between my fucking ass cheeks.

Thick, loaded and ready to explode…

After like, two hours of my pussy orgasming around it, if Zane is to be believed.

Fuck. Call me X-Files, because the thing is, I want to believe.

I gulp. Hard. And I try not to imagine swallowing Zane’s cum while I do it.

Then, I do the smart Piper thing, which is try to recover what little grace and dignity I might have left at this point and begin to maneuver myself off his lap.

But I swear to God, Zane and his driver must be coordinating this shit or something. Because the second that I move to scoot my ass away from cradling Zane’s cock through our clothes, the limo lurches forward again. Instead of regaining hold of this so-totally-not-a-date, all I manage to do is rock Zane’s huge fucking hard-on even deeper between my ass cheeks.

“Mmm. Piper, I knew you were dirty, but...well. Even a man such as myself knows that imagination has its limitations...”

“Nope. Nopenopenope,” I rasp, gripping his thighs and making a second attempt up off his lap before the driver decides it’s time for stop-and-go racing again.

Before I can, Zane has his arm hooked around my hip and the champagne bottle nestled between my thighs. It’s slick and cold and positioned in a way that, well…

Reminds me of Zane’s cock, to be honest. It’s just as long as his cock, after all. At a certain point where the neck meets the bottle, it’s just as thick.

Oh my god. And it’s right there, the glass slick and beaded with icy cold sweat, settled against his lap and pressed between my thighs just like—

“Thirsty, Piper?”

His thumb encircles the cork in a way that makes my clit throb.

Look. I know what he’s doing. I might fit a lot of sorority girl stereotypes in a lot of other ways, but I’m not fucking dumb.

This was all perfectly orchestrated for Zane fucking Tanner to get exactly what he wants, and if I’m being honest with you—and myself—I’m not exactly opposed to the idea either.

Zane’s cock is massive. He comes like an absolute fuck-fountain. He’s notoriously good in bed.

And he wants me. That’s the real kicker.

I’m not some lingerie model. I’m not a helpless secretary at his beck and call, eager to go down on her knees to pick up paper clips or whatever it is that he does to get those poor girls on all fours with their pencil skirts pushed up around their hips.

I’m a powerful woman in my own right. Not so easy to conquer. Much more dangerous to dare.

But he’s an asshole, logical Piper reminds me.

A sexy asshole, slutty Piper counters.

He can give you baaaaabies, Piper with the ticking biological clock and the sudden maternal obsession chimes in.

But they’ll be asshole babies. Thank fuck for logical Piper.

All that cum, though…

Dammit.

Slutty Piper always wins in the end.

“Can I tempt you?” Zane asks.

“I think you already have.”

He pops the cork like a fucking pro, and the champagne gushes out gorgeously.

Like my cunt would gush if he would just fucking stroke my clit already.

Like his cock would fountain up if I could only get my goddamn hands around that thick-ass shaft.

“Oh, no,” he monotones. “Looks like we’ve made a mess of your dress, sweetheart.”

“Shit,” I say, pushing slutty Piper aside for a hot sec while I look down and take in the damage.

Fucking rosé. All the way up and all the way down.

“That’s it,” I say, giving it up. “Take me home, Zane. I’m out.”

“You don’t mean that,” he accuses.

For once, there’s not that little intonation of kidding in his voice. He’s not fucking around with me anymore.

This is a challenge. A fucking call-out. And when you’ve been in the business for as long as I have, you know that you don’t take a call-out from Zane Tanner fucking lightly.

“My dress is ruined, Zane.”

“So take it off, then.”

My cunt throbs at the mere suggestion. Fuck. If I took the dress off, that’s one less layer between my ass and his huge fucking dick…

“Like I said, Zane, my place isn’t far from here.”

“Coward.”

I turn around to glare daggers at his handsome fucking face.

“What did you just call me?”

Zane clears his throat. “I called you a fucking coward, Piper. And frankly, I’m surprised. In the boardroom you’re known for being one of the most fearless CEOs in business.”

“I am,” I say defensively.

“I know you are,” Zane says, pulling me tighter against him on his lap. “Which is why, for the life of me, I can’t figure out why you’re so insistent on running away like a yellow-bellied slut, too scared to give in to what she really wants.”

This, of all things, reminds me why I fucking hate dealing with Zane Tanner.

It’s not the A-list four-way he decided to carry out on top of my desk.

It’s not the way he completely covered my fucking desktop with his thick, creamy cum.

It’s the fact that when Zane Tanner can see right through you, he doesn’t mince words about it. He’s so arrogant and up his own sexy ass, that you desperately want him to be wrong. But you know that, no matter how bad you want him to be wrong, he’s fucking right.

And as far as transparency goes, right now, I might as well have already pulled off my dress and thrown it on the fucking floor of his limousine.

“Champagne, sweetheart?” he says, lifting the lip of the bottle up to my mouth.

I take it by the neck and take a long, sobering swig. It’s nice and sweet and crisp on my tongue, and it bubbles all the way down.

“You’re buying me a new dress,” I warn him, backing my ass up on his hard-on as I hand the bottle back to him.

“Only if you’ll model it for me first.”

“I thought you would have already had your fill of models, Mr. Tanner,” I say, voice full of bitch.

“You’re right,” he admits, thrusting his hips up to grind against me. “I’m reaching for considerably higher-hanging fruit these days.”

In demonstration, he reaches up and unzips my dress.

Zane slides the zipper down nice and slow. Like he’s trying to torture me with it.

But so what? He’s just taking off my dress. It’s not like it means anything or it’s going anywhere. We’re just two mature, consenting adults in the backseat of a limo.

And one of us is stripping down.

Temporarily.

Until her dress dries.

At least, that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Zane purrs, pressing his lips to my shoulder as he slips the dress down to my waist.

He puts the champagne bottle back into its bucket as his hands smooth over my ribcage. I can feel his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent.

“Has anyone ever told you how fucking good you smell, Piper?”

“Plenty of people,” I tell him. My voice shouldn’t sound as fucking shaky as it does. “I’m glad you like it. It’s part of Lacy Desirables’ new perfume line.”

“I should have guessed,” he says with a little laugh. “Of course you wear your own product.”

Zane’s hands cup the lace demi-bra currently holding my ample tits.

“I wouldn’t sell anything I wouldn’t wear myself.”

“And I wouldn’t manufacture anything I wouldn’t want to see on my girlfriend,” he counters.

“I didn’t think Zane Tanner had girlfriends,” I say with a little smirk. “Just one night stands and fuckbuddy floozies.”

“Which category do you think you fit into?” he asks.

I should have socked him one then and there. Right in his handsome nose.

I can even imagine the way it would feel. Cartilage and bone shattering beneath my elbow. Hell, he would even look good with a broken nose, I realize. It would just add to his debonaire mystique.

But before I can, Zane squeezes my tits like they’re ripe for the taking. It feels so damn good, being touched like that, that I can’t fucking help myself. I moan like a bitch in heat.

Considering my recent bout of baby-crazy, maybe that’s not even so far off.

“I’m not some bimbo who’s going to fall over herself in the hopes that you’ll fuck her,” I remind him.

No matter what it currently looks like. Or how I ended up on his lap in the first place.

“Ah. So you admit that you’re hoping for it, then,” Zane teases. “That was very big of you, Piper.”

“Too bad you can’t match it,” I shoot back at him.

That earns me another harsh set of squeezes to my plump, aching tits. And fuck. They actually do ache for him. Every time he squeezes them like that, I just want more and more and more.

“I don’t know about that. I can be pretty big myself.” He thrusts against my ass, grinding the thickness of his cock between my cheeks once more.

“I know how double entendre works, Zane.”

“Mmm,” he agrees, burying his mouth in my shoulder again. “You’ll have to forgive me. I usually don’t fuck smart sluts.”

“Who says we’re fucking?”

“It’s cute that you think that,” he laughs. “Don’t worry, Piper, baby. You’ll be a dumb slut when I’m done with you.”

His fingers slide across my upper thighs on both sides, coming together once again over my cunt now.

Oh, god. He doesn’t need to know how wet I am. It would only stroke his ego all the more.

But when his fingers sneak beneath the lace of my panties, Zane chooses to stroke my clit instead.

“Christ, Piper. You’re fucking swimming in it, aren’t you?”

Zane Tanner is an impatient lover. He dips his fingers into my honeypot and moves them right up to my clit right away. I can only answer him in a tiny little moan.

“That’s right, baby. I know I’ve gotten you all wound up. You need to come for me, Piper. It’ll bring you back down.”

That’s the worst part, really. He’s totally right, and I totally fucking want to.

Just one orgasm, slutty Piper bargains.

It might clear your head, rational Piper agrees.

I settle against him, surrendering. For now.

After all, what can one orgasm hurt?

“Fuck,” I hiss, rocking my clit against his fingers.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give yourself over to the pleasure,” Zane purrs in my ear. There’s something oddly sweet and reassuring about his voice. It only lulls me into a deeper trance.

Like I said, Zane Tanner shouldn’t be allowed this close to women.

The growing wetness in my dripping, twitching cunt right now is proof.

He spreads my legs, rubbing my clit in delicious little circles with the fingers of one hand while the fingers of the other probe into my cunt.

“Just me and you here, honey. Just two people who want each other. Give it to me, Piper. Come for me. Let the rest of it go.”

Just like that, I let him win. I throw caution to the wind and the rest of my reservations along with it.

I let the orgasm build and build and build, until my body takes over and my consciousness implodes. It washes over me like a tsunami of cool silk. I wind up whimpering and moaning and shivering with pleasure in Zane’s capable arms.

“Fucking beautiful, baby,” Zane says. “Now it’s my turn.”

Somehow, he manages to tip me off his lap. I wind up half-dumb in the afterglow, and when I turn around again Zane’s already got his cock out.

He’s hard. Even harder than he was when I saw him in the office. And even bigger, too, which, frankly, I didn’t think was fucking possible.

Apparently, when it comes to Zane Tanner, anything is possible.

I lunge at it like a woman gone wild, pulling back only just barely in time.

Fuck. No. This has to stop here.

But it’s such a gorgeous cock, slutty Piper whines.

“Come on, Piper,” Zane urges. “Tit for tat, honey.”

It’s only fair, rational Piper agrees.

I lick my lips, staring down a glistening pearl of Zane’s pre-cum trembling at the tip.

Fuck it. I want what I want.

I open my mouth as wide as it will go and take him against my tongue, licking and sucking up every drop of pre-cum that I can get. Which, as it turns out, is a lot.

Every time I think I’ve smeared all of the pre-cum any one man could ever hope to produce around on my greedy tongue, there’s more. And more. And fucking more.

I’m slurping up more of Zane Tanner’s pre-cum than some men have given me after they’ve actually orgasmed.

It speaks well for what I intend to swallow up next. I’ve already seen one of Zane’s loads smeared all over my desk. Now I’m ready to feel another, coating my fucking throat and pooling in my stomach.

“Good girl,” Zane moans through his teeth.

He takes my hair in his fist, setting the pace. I match it, then double it until he’s breathing like an asthmatic without an inhaler in P.E. class.

“You little tart,” Zane snarls. “You absolute fucking cock slut.”

Normally, I wouldn’t let a man talk to me like that. But considering that I’m currently doing my best to swallow twelve inches of Zane’s iron-hot rod, I’ll make an exception on the basis of accuracy.

And never mind the way that makes my pussy throb. Like, holy fuck. As a woman in the world of big business, I’ve been called worse. But it’s never made me so fucking wet before.

I have to—like, actually have to—slide my fingers between my pussy lips to verify.

Yep. I’m even wetter than the front of my dress was. I smell like cunt. My clit is sending little pangs of wanting all up and down my nervous system.

And as Zane’s cock edges deeper and deeper into my throat, I totally can’t take it anymore.

It’s just a little masturbation, rational Piper reassures me as I slip two fingers into my wet little slit while I fist Zane’s huge, thick cock in my other hand.

And it feels so fucking good, slutty Piper adds.

“That’s it, Piper,” Zane grunts, egging me on. “Fucking touch yourself while you choke on this dick. I knew you fucking wanted it. I fucking knew there was a little slut in that hot little body of yours just begging to be let out.”

Slutty Piper preens while actual Piper—that’s me, your girl, currently breaking all of the important working-with-Zane-Tanner rules she set for herself while she gags herself on Zane Tanner’s dick—creams against her fingers and orgasms so hard she nearly passes out.

“Fuck,” Zane says, suddenly unhinged.

He grabs my head, and two pumps of his cock as deep into my throat as he can reach makes him explode.

Just like uncorking the champagne bottle. All the hot, salty Zane cum I could ever dare to dream of is suddenly gushing into my mouth faster and harder than I thought possible.

Just think about if that was in your cunt, slutty Piper sighs.

You’d be pregnant by morning, baby-crazy Piper adds. Maybe even before.

But we can’t get pregnant, rational Piper reminds me. At least, we probably shouldn’t right now, anyway.

And for once, rational Piper seems to have done her job right.

As bad as I want to be knocked up. As bad as I want Zane Tanner to be the one to do it. Sex in a limo on its way to New Jersey isn’t exactly a precious memory that can go in the baby book.

Suddenly, I’m glad I took Zane’s load in my mouth. Even if there’s so much of it that no matter how much I guzzle down, there always seems to be more. It’s an impossibly huge nut, and I’m not even disappointed in myself when plenty of it rises up over my bottom lip and leaks down my chin and onto my tits.

Nobody can take that much cum at once. Hell, nobody should be able to produce that much of it.

Instead, with a satisfying little Pop!, I release Zane’s cock from my lips and scoop up all the stray globs of pearly white man juice with my fingers, licking them clean.

“Well, if that’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” Zane says.

Oh, god. He sounds so fucking proud of himself, too.

It makes me want to wipe that smug smile off of his gorgeous face.

Instead, I decide to grind it off. In the most delicious way possible.

“Tit for tat,” I tell him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him towards me.

He kisses me. For the first time, I realize. God, I actually am a fucking slut for this man.

I let him finger me and made him cum in my mouth before I even stole a kiss.

Zane tastes like champagne. His mouth is so warm and wet that as he lays me down, I don’t particularly care where he puts it as long as it’s on my body.

But then I find myself pushing his head downwards, and at that point it’s pretty fucking obvious exactly where I want his mouth to go.

It’s only a little oral, after all. After that blowjob, a little pussy licking can’t make things any worse.

But no matter how hard I push his head towards my cunt, Zane isn’t fucking having it. He stays with my lips, until I’m whining and whimpering, desperately in need of being touched.

“You’re over-eager, you little fucking whore,” Zane’s lips curl against mine. “I’m fucking kissing you right now. Learn to enjoy it.”

I am enjoying it, is the thing. I’m enjoying it too much. His kisses are intoxicating.

The way his tongue captures mine, then releases it only to capture it again. It’s making my clit ache and my stomach do backflips, I’m enjoying it so much.

I need more.

But when Zane Tanner wants something, he’s as stubborn and immovable as a fucking rock. By comparison, I’m just water flowing around him, like ocean waves tugging at his hair and getting nowhere.

The thing about water is that it wears down even the hardest things with time. Slowly but surely, Zane gives in. Inch by agonizing inch.

He’s undoing my bra and taking my nipples into his mouth.

He’s kissing between my breasts and licking down my stomach.

He’s claiming the waistband of my lace panties with his teeth and tugging them downward, releasing the humidity that they’ve trapped against the heat and wetness of my cunt.

“Are you sure you want it, Piper?” he asks. Like a fucking asshole.

“You’d better eat cunt like you were fucking born for it,” I growl back in desperation.

He buries his mouth between my pussy lips and, to my intense and extreme pleasure, does exactly that.

Zane is fucking wild with my cunt. One minute, he’s sucking on my clit. The next, he’s got his tongue buried so deep in my wet little hole that I can’t believe it’s not a cock. I can feel my honey smearing all over the tip of his nose, his clean-shaven chin and his runway-ready cheekbones.

It gets me so worked up, I think I’m going to fucking scream.

Then he settles his tongue into the most delicious pattern around my clit, lapping at it until I feel an unstoppable orgasm rising up deep in my womb. When it finally comes to a head, I really do scream.

It’s like being struck by lightning. Like being pulled into a riptide. Like being hit by a fucking bus.

Only, somehow…in the best fucking possible way.

By the time the orgasm subsides, I look up to see that Zane is out of his Guccis.

He’s even harder than when I sucked him off. There’s a huge dollop of pre-cum at the hard, thick tip of his cock, growing by the second as he pumps his erection in his fist. He’s squeezing it out, bit by bit, as he levels his cock at my still-convulsing slit.

It’s just fucking, I try and tell myself.

Generally, slutty Piper would agree with me right now.

Rational Piper would explain that I’m a grown-ass woman and that if I want to fuck him, it’s okay.

Baby-crazy Piper would say something insane about wanting to be a cum-mule for his huge fucking load.

But inside my head, all is quiet. It’s pure fucking zen.

I just know that I want him. I fucking need him inside of me, right the fuck now.

“Tell me you want it,” he snarls, rubbing all that gorgeous pre-cum up and down my pussy lips.

“Give it to me before I fucking take it,” I snarl right back.

At first, like…fuck me sideways, I can’t actually believe that it’s going to fit.

I’m wet, willing, and more ready than I’ve ever been.

But he’s fucking massive. Bigger than anything I’ve ever taken before. Bigger than any man has any right being.

“It’s not going to fit,” I whisper in disbelief.

“I’ll fucking make it fit,” Zane reassures me. And any more faithlessness on my part, he shuts up by kissing me right on the fucking mouth.

He has to force his way into me. Inch by gorgeous, glorious inch. Until Zane’s cock is completely hilted inside my spasming pussy. I’m beneath him, moaning and begging for more.

It’s incredible.

It’s orgasmic.

Fuck. It’s multi-orgasmic.

But he’s still an asshole. At the end of this, he’s going to go right back to being an asshole, and I’m going to have to go right back to being the poor bitch who has to deal with him from time to time.

It’s just fucking. It doesn’t need to be anything more than that.

“God, Piper,” Zane breaths, breaking a kiss. “Your hot little cunt feels so right wrapped around my big hard cock right now. Like you were fucking made for me, babe.”

And just like that, suddenly this isn’t just anything anymore.

Shit. Maybe it never fucking was.

“Come for me,” Zane growls, and like magic, I do.

He sets me off like a fucking firework. I’m a string of firecrackers exploding on the sidewalk on a July night.

My cunt is clenching around him harder and harder and tighter and harder. Until suddenly, my pussy is vacant and his cock is towering over me instead, showering spray after spray of cum down on my body like a roman candle pointed towards the sky.

He uses his cock to wipe every long, pearly stream of that cum off of my skin, then feeds it to my greedy mouth off of the tip until we’re both clean.

“So what am I?” I ask as the limo slows to a full, easy stop. “One night stand or fuckbuddy floozy?”

Zane smiles down on me with that billion dollar grin as he helps me up off the floor of the limo.

“That was your own observation, sweetheart.” He fetches up his suit jacket and tucks it around my shoulders. “Have you ever considered that there might be more to me than that?”

His jacket dwarfs me. My thin shoulders fail to fill out the top of it, and the sleeves hang down to my knees. Like a really ill-fitting dress.

But it smells decadently spicy, just like his cologne, and the silk liner is soft and cool against my bare skin.

“I know you, Zane Tanner. You’re not the kind of guy who tends to break character.”

He smiles and shakes his head while he tucks my panties and my bra into the pocket of the jacket.

“I might surprise you.”

“I doubt that,” I laugh. “So. Which one am I?”

The door of the limo opens, revealing not the ugly New Jersey turnpike I expected, but the front of my building instead.

That little shit. He told me we were going to Jersey just to get a rise out of me.

Zane shoots me a sly smile as I try to stop my fucking jaw from dropping.

“You tell me.”