All the Time

by Cherie Denis

  Oh, hell, she was trying to get to him through food and drink. Mike took a second sip of the flavorful brew. “The cookies look delicious. Be sure to give Mai Lei my thanks and let her know she can bring them any time she wants." He closed his teeth over one of the butter-soft goodies and sighed.

  He savored every morsel. "Looks like I’ll have to run an extra mile to make up for eating these.”

  Rita licked her lips and stepped back from Mike’s desk. “I guess I should get back to my desk. I’ll let you know when I head down to the mailroom so you can catch the phone.”

  Mike might be married, but he hadn't lost his male instincts. He admired the jiggle of her fine ass as she walked away. Damn. No question about it, Rita only reminded him of Lainie and how good she would look draped across his desk, skirt pulled up around her waist and her lovely bottom exposed. They'd used his desk for enjoyment and he didn't have to think too hard to remember how delicious she felt with her hot cunt wrapped around his cock. Lainie was a hot tight, wet wife.

  Ah, yes. Sweet Lainie. She was an amazing woman. She possessed a cunt with the tightest internal muscles. She frequently made those muscles squeeze his cock like tiny fingers. No woman could match Lainie when it came to making love.

  Mike had no doubt his Rita would be talented woman in bed, but he had his hands full taking care of Lainie. Thinking about Rita in such a way was making Mike feel uncomfortable. Almost as if he was being unfaithful to his wife.

  Okay, admit it. If he was free, he would probably take Rita up on her silent offers of fun and games, but he was committed to his marriage, and he loved his wife with all his heart. She was a dream wife; hard working, beautiful, hot and inventive in and out of bed. Further, when she was in the mood, she could cook up a storm.

  * * * *

  Rita wiped a slight sheen of perspiration off her forehead. When Mike’s strong, white teeth closed over the cookie, she’d almost moaned aloud. God, he was sexy. She couldn’t wait to watch him jog off toward the lake today. Could she afford to sit by the window long enough to watch Mike return from his run all hot and sweaty? Oh, yeah. He would never know, or care, if she was a few minutes late returning from lunch.

  Swiping her sweating palms down the sides of her dress, Rita wished she had the guts to tell Mike how she felt about him. She’d almost blurted out her longing moments ago when he stared down the front of her top. She shouldn't have been so obvious, but she wanted him to see her as more than a secretary. She was a woman. A woman in love with her boss. She didn’t have to look at her breasts to know her nipples were poking out like little rocks. The fabric of her dress was soft and finely knit. He had to have seen her nipples.

  Since he'd made no move to touch her, and he'd shown no interest in what she was offering she might as well back off and accept a date from Chad Clark. He'd been driving her nuts begging for a date. The next time he asked, she would surprise him and say 'yes'.

  It wasn’t long after Rita sat down at her desk before the man in question entered her office. “Hey, lady. How about the date you’ve been promising me?”

  “Sure, Chad,” Rita said giving him what she hoped was a seductive grin. “Pick me up at seven.”

  Chad stood, speechless.

  “What? Have you changed your mind?” Rita asked with a low chuckle.

  “Uh, no. I’ve been asking you out for months and suddenly you say ‘yes’. What do you expect? I’d given up on you ever accepting,” Chad admitted honestly.

  “Well, I changed my mind. I’m accepting. Do you still want to go out?”

  Chad’s handsome face lit up. “Oh, yeah. I sure do, honey. Give me your address and I’ll pick you up tonight at seven.”

  “Tonight’s going to be your lucky night, cowboy. See you later,” Rita said handing Chad a piece of paper with her address and phone number clearly printed.

  “All right!” Chad was grinning like a fool when he left Rita’s office. She stared at his nicely rounded butt. She should have paid more attention to Chad. If she hadn't been so blinded by her boss, she would have noticed his tight, muscular body. Not to mention, how well he filled out the front of his dress slacks. Not only did he have a nice package, he was good looking and had a great sense of humor.

  She'd always thought of Chad as second best, thinking Mike was the best man in the company. She'd been wrong. Chad had moved to the head of her list. If he was a good boy tonight, she might give him a treat he'd never forget.

  Chapter Three

  Lainie had plenty to keep her busy, but she was having a hard time focusing on her work. All she could think about was sex. Sex and Mike. Mike and sex.

  The phone interrupted Lainie’s latest sexual scenario. Hell, and it was just getting good, too. She grabbed the receiver and managed to identify herself.

  “Lainie, love, get your butt up to my office, ASAP.”

  “Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Shall I bring Reggy, too?” What was wrong? The owner of the hotel, Conrad, seldom ordered her to his office in the middle of the day.

  “No, just you…and bring your appetite. Lunch is on me today.” Conrad replied.

  “Oh, okay.” Lainie checked her watch, noting it was almost time for Mike’s mid-day phone call. She hated to miss talking to him, but she had no choice. Conrad had demanded her presence–Mike would just have to leave a message. Voice-mail was a great invention, but it didn’t replace the thrill it gave her to exchange innuendoes and sexual suggestions directly with him.

  Lainie took her time getting to Conrad’s office. She stopped in the restroom to freshen her make-up and wash her hands. God only knew what Conrad had planned for lunch. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be something greasy or messy. Greasy foods made her sick to her stomach and messy was a little hard to contend with and still act the lady.

  The lights in the women’s restroom were horrid. They made her look tired and sallow. Lainie rifled through her purse and pulled out fresh foundation, blush and eyeliner. Minutes later, she pursed her lips and rolled on permanent lip color in a bright shade of red followed by a coat of clear gloss.

  Lainie bent and brushed her hair over her head then threw it back in casual disarray. Shifting her breasts in the minute cups of the demi-bra, she checked the line of her sweater and skirt in the huge mirror. Not bad. One quick tug at the hem of her tight sweater and she was ready for lunch with the boss.

  Back in her office, Lainie dropped her purse into her desk drawer, locked the drawer, giving Reggy a single finger salute before rushing out the door.

  * * * *

  Conrad was beginning to worry. Where the hell was Lainie? It had been nearly a half an hour since he told her to get her ass to his office. He knew he should be furious with her, but she was so delectable, so tempting he couldn’t hold a grudge against her for long. He might want to hold other things against her, but not a grudge.

  Lainie tapped on the door and entered at Conrad’s ‘come in’.

  “Lainie, darlin’,” Conrad rushed to greet her. “Come in, come in. I hope you’re hungry. I ordered Filet Mignon for lunch,” he said grasping her hand.

  Not waiting for an answer, Conrad led her to a small table set for two in front of a large window overlooking the indoor pool and atrium.

  “Ohhh, I love Filet, Conrad. How did you know?”

  Conrad was barely paying attention. It took a moment to get his thoughts in sync with what she’d said. “Oh, well, simple. I asked the chef, and he said you’re always talking about it, so I figured you’d love a special lunch today,” Conrad answered holding out a chair for her. He shouldn’t have looked down when she slid into the chair.

  Damn, the woman had fabulous breasts. Lainie had to be one of the sexiest women on earth. “Love the outfit,” Conrad said dropping his hands to her shoulders. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She smelled delicious; sexy and warm. Her shoulders under his hands were so soft and delicate. God damn. He was aroused and she’d only been in the room a few minutes.

  “Forgive me for sayi
ng so, dear, but you look delicious today.” Probably a bad move to mention her attire, but he couldn’t resist. All he could do was hope he wasn’t looking at a harassment suit for being honest.

  A rosy glow spread across Lainie’s impressive bust-line and Conrad licked his dry lips, stepped back and put his hands in his pockets. He was too fucking tempted to reach out and tweak one of her pouty nipples. He’d already pushed the envelope by making remarks about her outfit and calling her darlin’. He was lucky Lainie chose to ignore his remarks. Would she be so kind to him if he continued touching her?

  “I’m glad you approve, Conrad. Mike was a little skeptical this morning when he saw what I planned to wear,” Lainie’s chuckle was rueful and bold at the same time. She tugged at the hemline of her skirt and shifted her bottom seeking a comfortable spot on the leather chair.

  Conrad's eyes were plastered to her bust-line admiring every breath she took and hoping one more breath would bring her nipples popping out of her top. Too bad he couldn’t have her for lunch.

  Damn. Did she have to mention her husband? The thought of him sure did put a damper on the moment. Much of the time Conrad was able to convince himself Lainie was still single. It didn't change the facts, but he kept trying. Lainie had resisted his advances for years and he was certain she wouldn’t change any time soon. At least not as long as Mike was on the scene.

  Conrad leaned against his desk and crossed his ankles. The position brought his cock into prominence. Might as well let her know what she was missing.

  Lainie’s eyes cruised up and down his body and Conrad’s cock reacted by leaping against his slacks. The feeling was heady. His brain was reeling with lustful thoughts of fucking her. Screw lunch. He would be happy eating her instead.

  If only she hadn’t mentioned her husband. Conrad had met Mike Sneider several times and found him to be a pleasant enough man, but he was massive–everywhere. He dominated a room when he entered it and he could make Conrad, no small man himself, feel like a hundred-pound weakling.

  At the last Christmas party, Conrad had followed Mike into the restroom and had seen enough to know even Mike’s cock was huge. The man was massive. And, damn it all, he was even a nice guy. Shit. Conrad wished to hell he’d been a bugger. Instead, Mike had been pleasant and amiable.

  One major problem with Mike was he guarded Lainie like a mother tiger guarded her cubs.

  Well today good ol’ perfect Mike was nowhere in sight, so Conrad wouldn't have to watch his back.

  Conrad was finding it hard to concentrate. Was Lainie speaking to him? Her sumptuous lips were moving, but Conrad couldn’t focus on the words. Of course, he wasn’t having any problem at all focusing on the way her lush mouth moved and her pink tongue circled those plump lips every so often.

  He was having no problem at all thinking about her wrapping those lips around his cock and sucking him dry. Nope, no problem at all.

  Mesmerized, Conrad watched her mouth and day-dreamed. His heart skipped a beat when she shoved her chair back and crossed her legs.

  Red lace panties.

  Wow, baby–show me more.

  Was that pubic hair he saw along the edge of her panties?

  Oh, yeah.

  His linen trousers were no barrier to the rise of his cock and his seven-inch shaft pulsed to full length. Lainie slouched in her chair and showed him more than he’d been privy to before. She had her eyes latched to the front of his slacks and his cock was putting on quite a show.

  Eventually, Lainie uncrossed her legs demurely. Conrad walked across the room, sat across from her and pretended to listen to her ramble on about something or other. Every once in a while he thought he heard Reggy’s name, but he wouldn’t have sworn to it.

  Lainie was very expressive when she spoke, so when she waved her hand in the air to add emphasis to her words, Conrad couldn't help but smile. She was so pretty and serious. He had no idea about what, because he was watching to see if her breasts moved in her tight top. Conrad’s cock whacked the edge of the table.

  Shit! Conrad flinched and pushed his chair back a few inches hoping to avoid further damage to his anatomy. The woman was more than hot, she was an angel in whore’s clothing and he wanted her. Husband or no husband.

  * * * *

  Lainie wasn’t sure she had Conrad’s attention. He seemed to be staring at her breasts an awful lot, but then he always did when they were in the same room. Taking advantage of his attention to her breasts, she gave her attention to his cock, pressing so valiantly against his slacks. The man was hung, although he had nothing on Mike. Mike had him beat by at least two inches.

  She couldn't stop the inner devil whispering in her ear. She should give him something to dream about. Her skirt slipped when she crossed her legs and gave him a quick view of her panties. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

  Since he never lacked for women, some lucky lady would have her cunt reamed tonight and she wouldn't even know it was thanks to Conrad's right hand man—woman.

  She tried not to grin when he dug his hanky out of his back pocket and patted his forehead.

  He should learn not to be so obvious about his desires. He might need a few lessons in how to control his sex addiction. Of course, she had no right to point a finger at Conrad. Since she'd met Mike, she'd become addicted to him. Conrad never had a chance.

  "Um, Conrad?" He didn't seem to be listening. His eyes were glazed and he continued to stare at her breasts.

  “Conrad,” she raised her voice and he managed to drag his eyes away from her chest. “You invited me to lunch. There must be a reason why, and if so could you clue me in?”

  He smiled. “Oh, uh, yeah…”

  She gave him an encouraging smile and waited impatiently for him to finish his sentence. He did this every time they were together. He’d stare at her tits and lose track of the conversation. His brain seemed to get lost somewhere south between his cock and his head.

  It was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. She'd been the object of men's attention. It had started when she was thirteen and got her first push-up bra. By the end of the school year every girl in her class hated her, but the boys…ah, the boys loved her and she loved them.

  It was a super turn on watching a man become aroused. The way the blood left them brainless, stuttering idiots. And, there was a certain power in knowing she was the reason of their discomfort. Knowledge is power. Any man was fair game especially her poor husband.

  God, how she wished she had a cock of her own. Imagine the power. Imagine the thrill of being a man. Imagine the feeling of blood pulsing, filling her cock until it was hard and long and full. Imagine what it would feel like to be able to fill a woman with your seed.

  Ah, to have the power of being a man.

  Like her grandma used to say, if wishes were fishes, she'd be rich, but she still wouldn't have a penis. She'd have to be satisfied with getting her thrills vicariously watching men show off their pride and joy.

  Since Conrad couldn't seem to form a sentence at the moment, Lainie decided to disorient him even more. At least it gave her a good story to tell Mike later.

  She lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her long, silky hair, brushing it back from her face, pushing the mass over her shoulder. The movement lifted her breasts and the flesh rose above the low neckline of her top.

  Conrad sighed.

  Lainie smoothed her hair, ran her fingers through it and let it slither gently past her shoulders. Conrad was looking a little peaked. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite.

  She really shouldn’t give him such a tough time. He was a good boss and a nice guy, but it was so much fun making him uncomfortable. Still, she'd been giving him the wrong idea, because there was no way she would ever have an affair with any man.

  Mike was the only man she loved and the only man she truly wanted. Her mind, heart and body belonged to Mike and only Mike. She loved him totally.

  Lainie dropped her hands into her lap and Conrad gulpe
d audibly. “What’s the occasion, Conrad?”

  He cleared his throat. “It’s your anniversary with the hotel. Don't tell me you forgot? I thought we should celebrate.”

  Lainie laughed softly. “How sweet of you to remember, Conrad, I’d completely forgotten it was my anniversary.”

  * * * *

  Conrad couldn't keep track of the conversation when Lainie laughed. It was her damn breasts. He couldn't take his eyes off them. God, she had the fullest tits he’d ever seen on such a small woman. And, he was fairly sure they were real, not silicon. Nipples poked against soft fabric and he found himself speculating on if those nipples were rose-red or dusky pink.

  Someday he was going to find out. Maybe today, if she continued to breathe deeply. Her sweater dipped a fraction lower and he spied the edge of one areola. So much for wondering. Now he knew her nipples were dusky pink verging on deep rose. He licked his lips. Oh, man. For a taste of those beauties.

  His cock was now aching like a son-of-a-bitch. Just looking at her was hazardous to his

  health.

  From far off, Conrad heard his name. Shit. She’d asked him a question. He quirked an eyebrow, hoping she’d hadn’t noticed he was staring at her breasts again.

  “I asked how you happened to remember my anniversary,” she repeated with a slight smile.

  Ah, hell. “It wasn’t a hard date to remember, darling girl. It’s been a true joy having you around this solemn place and I’m hoping you’ll stick around for a few more years.”

  Many, many more. Or, at least until I get into your lovely lace panties.

  Lainie's pink tongue traced her lower lip and Conrad followed the movement wishing it was his shaft she was licking. He flinched when his cock thumped the underside of the table yet again.

  Damn, that really hurt.