All the Time (4 page)

Mike found it did no good to complain about
the way she dressed. Lainie did as she pleased, she was her own
woman. After being raised with brothers and a stubborn father,
she'd decided to not let anyone tell her what to do. Anyway, she
was so damned hot and sexy in whatever she chose to wear. Mike
found it was better to keep his mouth shut and enjoyed the view. It
was a real turn on to know other men envied him for his beautiful
wife.

* * * *

Lainie noticed Mike’s limp cock slowly fill
with blood, pulsing and rising like a phoenix from the ashes and
when he was at half mast, she moved close to him and cupped her
left hand under his testicles. Stroking his penis gently with her
right hand she bent to drop a delicate kiss on the tip. When Mike
groaned and moved to pull away, she ran her tongue along his
slit.

Mike growled.

“Don’t you like it, darling? I’m being very
careful.”

“I know, Lainie, but I’m sore and you’re
hurting me.”

“How could I hurt you, Mike? I barely touched
you.” Ignoring his protest, Lainie ran her forefinger from the root
of his cock to the bulbous, dark tip and he flinched. “Lainie,
please stop. Your fingers feel like they’re coated in sandpaper.”
He turned with a jerk and his testes flopped out of her hand.
“Jeez, oh man. Son-of-a-bitch!”

Mouth open in disbelief, Lainie watched him
walk across the bedroom. He couldn’t possibly hurt as much as he
claimed. They’d only fucked four times this morning and she didn’t
hurt. What was his problem? She sidled up behind her husband as he
stepped into a pair of black bikini briefs and when he was
distracted she reached in front of him to stroke his cock.

“I said stop it Lainie and I meant it. Leave
me alone for crissake. It hurts,” he wrenched away from her fingers
and his cock thumped against the bureau as he did so. “Dammit!” he
grouched, rubbing a finger down his length.

“Oh, darling. I’m so sorry. Can I kiss it and
make it better?”

“No. Just get dressed and leave me the fuck
alone,” Mike growled. He stalked to his closet, wrenched open the
door and disappeared inside.

Confused and hurt, Lainie felt tears
gathering. She wasn’t about to let Mike know how much he hurt her
when he told her 'no'. Sometimes he hurt her feelings without
realizing he was doing so. He thought she was a little toughie and
she let him continue in his disillusion. There seemed to be no easy
way to let him know she was anything but tough. He was the best
thing that had ever happened to her and she didn’t want to lose
him. If she had to keep up the tough act to hide her true self, she
would.

“Sorry, darling,” she mumbled and went to her
own closet. “But, if I had a cock like yours, we would be making
love all the time.”

Opening the door she stepped inside and
pulled the door half closed behind her. Swiping a hand across her
eyes, she was not going to cry. Lainie shoved clothes aside
searching for the right outfit. She needed to be super outrageous
today to cover her hurt and confusion.

Minutes later she exited her closet and came
face to face with Mike. He looked fabulous as always. He was
wearing her favorite suit, the deep navy pin-stripe with a blinding
white shirt and silk navy tie
.

Maybe it was the lock of hair which continued
to insist on flopping forward on his broad, handsome forehead or
perhaps it was his sculpted cheekbones and sexy mouth with its full
lower lip and perfect shaped upper lip that sent her over the top.
No, it was the whole man. From the bottoms of his large feet to the
top of his golden-blond head, it was the whole man who sent her
head and heart spinning.

If she was going to be honest, it was the
impressive bulge in his trouser which fascinated her more than
anything else about him. She couldn’t get enough of touching him,
tasting him, feeling him high inside her. And, every single time
she did all the things she wanted to do to him, she wished, with
all her might, she had a cock of her own. It had to be the most
delicious sensation in the world to be the proud possessor of such
an amazing appendage. And, she wanted to experience it.

I love you
. Still hurting, Lainie
couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.

* * * *

Mike gave his beautiful wife the once over
and immediately realized he and everyone else around her was in for
a day from hell. She was dressed so outrageously he wasn’t sure
he’d be able to let her out the front door without fucking her
first. No. He wasn’t going to fall for her wiles again this
morning. She was going to have to wait until tonight, or if his
cock didn’t stop hurting, she would have to wait until
tomorrow.

Mike flinched when his aching cock twitched
and arched against the restriction of his briefs. Damn, it still
hurt like an SOB. “Uh, darling?”

“Yes, Mike,” she said, dropping her
high-heels to the floor, without looking up. She wiggled a foot
into a shoe as she yanked her tight skirt down over her bottom.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” he said
giving her what he hoped was one of his most winning, warm smiles.
“But, sweetheart, you have to understand I’m thirty-five and can’t
fuck as often as you want. My cock needs a break once in awhile.
All the friction makes my cock hurt.”

He strode across the room and took her in his
arms. “I love you, Lainie. You know I do, don’t you,
sweetheart?”

She nodded and sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Mike stroked her back and pulled her close to
his chest. “I love you with all my heart, Elaina Marie. You’re the
best thing in my life. But, honey, when I tell you my cock hurts,
I’m not lying. It hurts.”

Lainie put her arms around his waist and
squeezed him tight, brushing her breasts against his shirt front.
“You sure you love me?”

“Positive.”

“No other woman is getting what I want?”

“Absolutely not, darling. I can hardly keep
up with you. Why would I be fucking anyone else?”

Lainie shrugged, brushing away a tear. “I
just thought maybe you were getting action somewhere else and it
would explain why you are so sore all the time.”

He chuckled. “Hardly. It’s you causing my
discomfort and no one else. I swear.” Then he leaned down, took her
chin in his big hand and gave her a tongue searing kiss. Patting
her taut butt, he turned her little body toward the door. “Now
hurry up or we’ll be late for work.”

She flounced into the lobby of the hotel on
her four-inch heels and everyone gasped. The shock was exactly what
she'd been aiming for when she dressed this morning. She loved
making everyone's day. She dressed for reaction, not for success.
Hell, she was as successful as she ever wanted to be.

Some days she wished she could tell her
effeminate boss Reginald Reilly he could take his crummy job and
shove it where the sun didn't shine. Other days work wasn't so
awful. Just boring. She tottered down the steps to her office. The
moment Reginald spied her, he gulped and swallowed wrong. Now she
was sure she'd chosen the perfect outfit to brighten
her
day.

“Elaina Marie,” Reggy’s greeting was far from
friendly.

“Yes, sir?”
Don't smirk, don't you dare
smirk
, she warned herself.

“What you're wearing is totally inappropriate
for work. I want you to go home at once and change into something
more suitable.”

God, he sounded just like a damn fairy.
Wimp
. “No can do, Reg, honey." She adored watching him
flinch. "Mike brought me to work and I don’t have a ride home.” She
grinned, “Car’s in the shop.” Then she shrugged pretending she
cared
. Not.

"Unless you want to drive me home, you're
stuck with me."

* * * *

Shit, Reggy groused silently. What had
possessed Conrad Wilton, owner of the hotel, to hire the little
bitch anyway? Obviously, Conrad had been blinded by her looks and
boobs. Conrad could never get past a woman's attributes to find out
if she could do the job or not.

Lucky for Lainie, she was a damned good
assistant or Reggy would have hounded Conrad to dump her a long
time ago. Reggy would have loved to fire the little bitch, but, as
much as he hated to admit it, he'd never be able to replace her.
She was a great secretary, but her clothes were horrendous. Lainie
was a total exhibitionist and her job demanded a more appropriate
wardrobe than she was willing to wear. Where was her husband? Why
didn't he say something to her about her wardrobe?

Reggy complained constantly to Conrad about
Lainie’s outrageous outfits, but to no avail.

Conrad couldn’t seem to see one single thing
wrong with the way Lainie dressed. Was the man blind or what?

Today’s outfit was the limit and if Reggy
hadn’t been terrified of Lainie’s husband, he would have phoned the
man and demanded he come take her home–this very instant. But, Mike
was a big, sexy brute of a man, at least eight or more inches
taller than Reggy’s own five-foot seven and Reggy wasn't about to
see how angry Mike would get if someone questioned his wife's taste
in clothing. When it came to his bride, Mike was blind, deaf and
dumb. The woman could do nothing wrong and Reggy was certain Mike
would happily squish him like a bug if he said anything bad about
Lainie.

What had she been thinking when she dressed?
It looked suitable for a Nevada brothel, but not for the secretary
to the Catering Sales Manager of the best hotel in Milwaukee. Reggy
shook his head and glowered when Lainie leaned over her desk and
made a great show of locking her purse in the lower drawer.

Bitch.

Evil Bitch
. Somehow she always managed
to aggravate him and ruin every damn day. Her skirt was far too
short and she was showing too much of her slim, firm legs when she
bent over her desk. What if a client walked in and saw her
flaunting her body? It was simply unacceptable.

Damn it all, he was going to have to talk to
Conrad. Again.

Bending over further, she gave Reggy a view
of her inner thigh, and he snarled. Why the hell did she do things
like that? She knew he was gay and yet she continued to mess with
his psyche thinking the view of her naked legs would turn him on.
Or, that a glimpse of her pouty nipples would change his opinion of
women in general.

There was no way the sight of Lainie’s naked,
or nearly naked, body was going to change Reggy’s mind. After all,
he was in a solid, loving relationship with his partner-for-life,
Clint.

Reggy was even in the midst of planning a
huge wedding for the two of them to cement their vows. He'd even
given Clint a handsome diamond ring recently as an engagement
present. Clint had been awestruck and couldn't stop staring at the
ring.

Reggy checked his watch, at this very moment
Clint should be at the stationary shop ordering their wedding
invitations. They were meeting later at the cake shop to design
their cake. If everything went as planned the wedding would be held
in the hotel ballroom eight weeks from today. Reggy was so giddy
with all their wedding plans rolling around in his mind he simply
didn't have time to argue with Lainie about today’s nasty
outfit.

* * * *

Lainie slid the coiled key holder around her
slim, tan wrist and smoothed her red micro-mini over her butt
before slipping into her chair. She could feel Reggy’s weasely eyes
burning a hole in her and she turned to give him one of her
thousand-watt smiles.

“Like what you see, Reg?” She loved to make
him squirm, especially since he made such a big deal out of being
gay. Lainie was beginning to think his gayness was all put-on.
Being gay was the 'in' thing lately.

She wasn’t blind. She’d seen him eyeing her
breasts when he thought she wasn’t looking. He might be gay, but he
had a thing for breasts.

Lainie gave him a naughty grin. “Well?”

Reggy ignored her sarcasm. “No, Elaina, I can
honestly say there isn’t one single thing I like about you. And
that includes your ridiculous outfit.” With a snort, he turned on
his heels and headed to his office. “I’ve seen quite enough, thank
you,” he snapped slamming his office

door behind him.

“Wuss,” Lainie whispered tugging the hem of
her skin-tight, low-cut red sweater until it was wrinkle free.

The glass wall separating the two offices
didn’t offer one bit of privacy to either Lainie or Reggy. Lainie
would have preferred an office with a real wall so he couldn’t gawk
at her all day. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom without him
knowing she was leaving her office.

He also made a big show of checking his watch
each and every time she stood up from her desk.

What a jerk.

Keeping one eye on Reggy, Lainie turned on
her computer and pretended she was busy. It was a relief when he
went to his office. She hated having him hang around her desk with
his bad breath, glowering face and snotty remarks.

Inevitably, Reggy was always a pain in the
butt when his lover was busy. The way Reggy was acting you'd have
thought Clint was out of town this week. Talk about bitchy, Reggy
was the bitchiest he'd been in a long time. Yesterday, he’d snapped
at her in front of a client because she forgot to put cream in his
coffee. Then, Reggy had thrown a plate at the chef because his
lunch was cold. It had taken Lainie an hour to calm the kitchen
staff down after the mess was cleaned up. Lord knew what Reggy
would do today, but whatever he did, she hoped it wouldn’t cause a
disaster in the kitchen.

Reggy had better patch things up with the
chef soon. There was a huge wedding scheduled for the coming
weekend and Reggy was suppose to cut the cake after the bride and
groom took pictures. Lainie could just imagine what would happen if
he started throwing cake at the serving staff.