All the Time (6 page)

Once in a while Lainie would stop by the
office to meet Mike for lunch. But they often didn't leave and when
Rita heard the door lock snap, she would grab her lunch and head
for the cafeteria. To sit at her desk and listen to them make love
was not an option. The sound of their lovemaking would break her
heart.

Rita sighed. Mike would never have a reason
to see her as anything more than his secretary.

He turned and frowned. "Something bothering
you, Rita? Are you feeling ill? I hear the flu is going around. Do
you want to take the day off?"

She plastered on a fake smile. “No, I'm fine.
No need to take the day off. I guess I have the 'hurry up and get
here, spring-time blues'. Too bad we can't work outside today.”

Mike nodded. “We'd probably catch our death
of cold. I heard there's a front coming through and we can expect
temperatures in the fifties before the day is over. It may look
like spring is here, but it isn't." He waved the letters at her.
"I’d better get these things signed so you can get them to the
mailroom.”

Minutes later, Rita tapped on, and then
opened his door. “Mike, care for a cup of coffee? How about a
couple of cookies? Mai Lei brought in some of her famous homemade
almond cookies. The ones you love.”

“Great, I'd enjoy a few with my coffee,” he
said handing her the signed letters. “Be sure you have the mailroom
send these out certified mail this morning.”

“Yes sir,” Rita nodded and took the letters
and headed out the door.

* * * *

Something had been bothering Rita lately, but
Mike couldn’t quite figure out what. Boyfriend problems? Was it her
time of month? He prided himself on keeping his finger on the pulse
of his department, but Rita’s actions had him stumped. She seemed
happy and she was always smiling, but only with her lips and not
with her eyes. He hoped it wasn’t the job getting her down–Rita was
an excellent administrative assistant and he would hate to lose
her.

Another thing Mike had noticed was Rita had
taken to wearing slightly provocative clothing. It was unusual for
her. She usually dressed conservatively for the office. Rita's
clothing choices were nowhere near as wild as Lainie's choices, but
they were not what he'd come to expect Rita to wear.

Rita was a beautiful woman, but not his type.
If her outfits began to show much more cleavage, he'd have to go to
HR and have them speak to her. He hesitated to get HR involved.
Perhaps he should have a talk with her before her wardrobe got any
further out of line.

Maybe, Rita had a new boyfriend. Possibly
Chad Clark down in New Business. Chad was fairly good looking and
he'd been hanging around a lot lately. More than once, Mike had
returned from a meeting to find Chad draped over Rita’s desk gazing
at her with a dog-eyed look. He seemed to have it bad for Rita. The
moment Mike opened the office door, Rita practically kicked Chad
out of the office. The poor guy always looked stunned and Rita
seemed embarrassed.

Mike sat back in his leather chair. He would
have loved to put his feet up on the desk, but if he did, he'd fall
asleep. He was exhausted.

As a happily married, sexually satisfied man,
Mike knew he shouldn’t be worrying about what his secretary wore.
Nevertheless, he’d have to be dead not to notice Rita had a certain
appeal.

Mike shrugged. It wasn't his fault he had an
affinity for a firm, plump bottom and nicely rounded, full breasts.
Rita was blessed with both. Her body wasn't nearly as fantastic as
his wife's, but it was easy on the eyes.

Rita was a temptation, but not good enough to
tempt him to ruin his marriage to Lainie. He loved his wife and
respected her too much to commit adultery. He could barely keep up
with Lainie's sexual needs. No way did he have anything left over
for a lover.

Fate had brought Lainie to him at the perfect
time in his life. He was ready to marry and ready to love and be
loved. He'd had enough of playing the field and sleeping with every
woman he dated.

Lainie was the perfect wife for him. She was
warm, loving and had an insatiable sexual appetite. At one time
Rita might have met his needs, but there was no way she could do it
now. She didn't turn him on. Yes, she was good to look at, but she
didn't turn him on like his wife could.

Mike loved Lainie and he planned to remain
faithful until death parted them.

Rita returned with the promised cookies and
coffee. She leaned over his desk to hand him the steaming mug.

“Here you go, Mike, just the way you like
it.” She laid a napkin filled with Mai Lei’s almond cookies next to
the coffee.

She took her time standing up giving Mike a
clear view of her ripe, round breasts. Heat crept up from his cock
to his face. Okay, so they were nice breasts, but his wife's were
perfect. He didn't need trouble from another woman.

If Rita didn't start dressing properly, he
was going to have to find her a position in a different department.
She was beginning to embarrass him and herself.

Mike took a sip of coffee and smiled. “Good
coffee. You make it, Rita?”

She blushed and nodded, “I brought in some
flavored coffees. I thought you'd like something to spice up your
life.”

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.

C
hapter 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 saying 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.