All the Time (7 page)

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 gulped 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.

Conrad shoved his chair further away from the
table. His penis was rampant, aching for a good hard fuck. If
Lainie licked her lips one more time, he was going to throw her
across the table and screw her silly.

A knock interrupted his thought and broke the
sensual spell Lainie was weaving through his mind.

Conrad’s invitation to enter came out
sounding closer to a frog croak than the manly tone he’d aimed
for.

* * * *

Jared Easterlake, chef du jour, backed into
the room balancing a full tray on one muscular arm. “Lunch is
served.” He sat the tray on the end of the juice bar and made a big
show out of straightening the plates.

Lainie had never liked Jared. He was too,
what was the word she wanted? Oh, yeah. Smarmy. Yuck. Every time
she had to go into the restaurant kitchen, when he was on duty, he
tried to hit on her.

He’d even gone so far as to intimate she
didn’t know what she was missing by not sleeping with him. Thanks,
but no thanks. Mike was all the man she wanted or needed.

Okay, so she’d checked out Jared’s cock when
he wasn’t paying attention and he was nicely endowed. It wasn’t
hard to notice when he wore those chili pepper pants all the
kitchen help wore. The soft weave fabric draped and showed more
than it covered. The kitchen girls hated the pants and said they
made their butts look too big. The men never seemed to complain.
Probably too busy watching the women’s butts jiggle.

She tried to ignore Jared as he clattered
about Conrad’s office setting out lunch.

Just get it set up and leave
.

She certainly wasn't looking forward to being
alone with Conrad. In fact, she just wanted to get lunch over with
so she could get back to work.

Lainie was getting bored with Conrad's lack
of attention to their conversation. She had plenty of work on her
desk and she didn't particularly like being stared at by a lothario
who was dying to get into her pants. Especially since the guy with
the raging hormones was her boss. She was beginning to feel like a
virus under a microscope.

It was way past the time she usually talked
to Mike and she was dying to whisper naughty suggestions in his
ear.

“Lunch smells positively heavenly. I can't
wait to sink my teeth into a nice thick piece of meat." Oh hell. A
double entendre she shouldn't have used. Now both Conrad and Jared
would be panting and salivating like wolves looking for a mate.

Lainie wished Jared would leave. She couldn't
stand the creepy feeling crawling up her spine every time he
smirked at her.

Jared wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll just bet
you are.”

Pig!

Lainie shot him a dirty look. “I beg your
pardon.”
Don’t let him get to you. He’s only trying to get your
goat.

His lips and eyes gave her the smarmy look
again. “Nothin’.”

“Could you hurry it up, Jared? Lainie and I
want to eat lunch while it’s still hot.”

“Oh, sure, sir. I’ll get right on it.”

Snotty creep
. Lainie turned her body
and pulled her chair under the table. It was usually fun to give
guys a glimpse of what they were missing, but for some reason she
didn’t want Jared staring at her legs any longer.

“Shall I serve, sir?” Jared bowed at the
waist and Lainie was tempted to give him a good boot in the ass,
but somehow managed to restrain herself.

“No, thanks, Jared. Leave the tray, we’ll
serve ourselves.” Conrad brushed aside his help with a frown.

Jared stalled for so long Conrad told him if
he valued his job, he’d better get his ass in gear and get back to
work.

* * * *

Lainie checked her watch and tugged at the
edge of her sweater nervously. Conrad noticed and assured her,
“Don’t be in such a hurry, love and for crissake, don’t worry about
Reggy. If you're late getting back to work, I’ll handle him. I'm
his boss too, although he seems to forget it once in awhile.”
Conrad pushed back his chair and stood. His hard-on was obvious,
but he didn’t give a rat’s ass. Conrad wanted Lainie to see how she
affected him.