All the Time (12 page)

“Rita, would you get me Hallstone Jewelers on
the line?”

“Yes, sir. Right away.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled already on his way
through the door to his office.

Always the perfect secretary, within moments
Rita notified Mike by intercom she had the jewelry store on the
line.

“George Hallstone speaking.”

“George, good to hear your voice. Mike
Sneider, here. How’re things?”

“Considering the economy, business is
booming.”

“Glad to hear it. Say, George? Are you up to
doing a specialty item for me? I apologize…I know it’s getting
late, but I need the perfect gift for my wife for Valentine’s
Day.”

“For you, Mike, no problem. What did you have
in mind?”

Mike smiled. He's spent a lot of money over
the years at George's store. When he was dating Lainie, he'd often
purchase her a gift a week. When she'd agreed to marry him, he'd
probably paid enough for her four carat solitaire and three carat
diamond wedding band to support George's family for a couple of
years.

Mike would never complain about how much he
spent on Lainie. She was worth every cent.

“What I have in mind, is kind of kinky, are
you interested?” Mike paused, tapping his pencil on the desk
blotter.

“Kinky, huh? How kinky?”

“Yeah. I know you think I’m pretty
conservative,” Mike laughed, “But, there’s a lot about me you don’t
know. “ Mike paused. “I want to give Lainie a sixteen inch gold
chain. Make it a nice fine link, I think,” he hesitated, unsure how
to continue. He cleared his throat and said, “Okay, now comes the
kinky part. I want a tiny gold penis and balls charm with a diamond
on the tip of the penis. What do you think?”

George was quiet only a moment before
replying. “Sure, I’ll do it myself. Consider it done. About three
quarters inch long, you think?”

“Perfect. How much?”

George begged for a moment to access his
computer and Mike waited impatiently, tapping his pen on the edge
of his desk. The price George quoted barely caused a moment’s
hesitation before Mike agreed it was reasonable. “I assume the
price includes the diamond on the tip?” Mike queried.

“Absolutely. A flawless, quarter carat
diamond poised like a drop of fluid at the tip of a twenty-four
carat gold penis charm.”

“Excellent, I’ll pick it up on Friday.”

Mike was pleased with his decision. The
necklace would hardly replace the real thing, but it would be
Lainie’s own personal cock. And, if he was lucky, she would be
happy with her new appendage and he would be off the hook for a
while. Not likely, but he could dream.

Mike thanked George profusely for being
willing to put a rush on his gift before he hung up. He scribbled a
note on his calendar. Then, just to make certain he wouldn’t forget
he asked Rita to remind him on Friday afternoon he had to stop at
the jeweler before four.

“Sure, Mike,” she said. “What did you decide
to get her?”

Mike chuckled, “I took your advice and
ordered her a special necklace.” A very unique, very suggestive
necklace. He was not going to tell Rita what he'd bought; it was
none of her business. “The perfect gift for the perfect wife. She’s
going to love it.”

“Oh. Then I'm glad I suggested it. I'm sure
she'll love anything you get her, Mike,” Rita said and smiled.

Mike made a mental note to buy Rita a card
and candy for Valentine’s Day. After all, it was the acceptable
thing to do, since she worked diligently to make his life less
complicated.

As for his wife, she was worth more than mere
money. She was his heart and soul. He loved her with his whole
being. He wanted every gift to be special. He wanted each gift to
tell her how much he loved her.

A few well-placed phone calls and Mike had a
Valentine evening planned for Lainie he hoped would appease her
even if he couldn’t give her the penis she desired.

Late in the afternoon, he made a call to her
office and this time he was relieved to hear her sensual voice
answer.

“Elaina Sneider speaking. How may I help
you?”

“Now that’s an interesting question, baby.
I’m sure I can think of something,” Mike whispered
suggestively.

Her “Oh, Mike,” told him how his voice
affected her and made him glad he’d finally hooked up with her.

“Yeah, it’s me darling. Were you hoping it
was someone else?” he asked, then chuckled.

“No, of course not, I’m just so glad to hear
your voice. It’s been a long day and I’ve missed you.”

“Good, and since you did ask, I’m still
thinking about how you can help me.”

“You name it, baby, and I’ll be happy to
accommodate you. Any time. Any place. I’ll be there, ready and
willing.”

Mike groaned. “You really are a bad
girl.”

”Um hum,” she acknowledged. “Admit it; you
love it when I’m bad.”

Oh, hell. Now he had a hard-on big enough to
choke a horse. He shifted restlessly, glad he was sitting behind
his desk in case Rita suddenly appeared at his door. “Seriously,
sweetheart, I called because I had to tell you how much I love you
and remind you Saturday is Valentine’s Day. Don’t make plans for
the evening, because I already made some.”

“Oh, Mike, you’re such a doll. No wonder I
love you. I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what we’re going to
do.”

“Nope. You’ll have to wait and find out on
Saturday.”

They chatted for a few more moments and Mike
was able to tell from Lainie's side of the conversation that she'd
forgotten Valentine's Day. Hell, he couldn't blame her, he'd
forgotten too. At least he had a secretary to remind him. She just
had Reggy yelling at her all day long.

Poor baby, she was probably pacing her office
at this moment wondering what to do about a gift.

Hell, he didn't care if he got a card. All he
wanted was Lainie.

“Lainie Marie, you cunt! Get your ass in
here!” Reggy’s scream echoed throughout the office.

"Wow, sounds like Reggy's on the warpath,
baby. You'd better get going."

"I love you, Mike. See you soon."

* * * *

Lainie wanted to smack Reggie up along side
of the head for interrupting her phone call.

“What on earth is the matter now, Reggy?” she
snapped.

He gave her a withering glare. “I told you to
phone the Quintaros about their deposit. Did you? Nooooo, you
bitch. The wedding is next month. I will not fuckin’ do a wedding
for nothing, you know. We need the money, and we need it now.”

Lainie clenched her fists at her sides. If
she were a man, she’d knock the little weasel on his skinny ass.
“For cripesake, Reggy, get a grip. What if a client walked through
the door while you’re swearing and acting like a damn fool?” His
anger didn’t intimidate her. This wasn’t the first time Reggy had
acted like an overwrought diva and it probably wouldn’t be the
last. He usually got this way when he’d had an argument with Clint.
Dare she ask?

On second thought, she decided to ignore his
obnoxious behavior and planted her butt on the edge of his desk.
Swinging her right foot with casual elegance she leaned into his
space.

Reggy leaned back; his chair squealed in
protest and nearly sent him to the floor.

When Lainie was positive she had Reggy
totally unnerved she leaned in a bit closer and said in her deepest
contralto voice, “I phoned Mrs. Quintaro this morning. She came
right over full of apologies. The check is on my desk as we speak.
I’ll see it gets deposited on my way home this afternoon. Will that
be suitable, your highness?”
You evil little twit
.

Reggy scooted his chair back so fast it came
dangerously close to tipping before coming to an abrupt halt
against the wall behind him.

Lainie clenched her fists.

“Don’t raise your voice or your hand to me,
bitch,” Reggy’s voice climbed the scale until he began to sound
like a girl. “And, you'd better not hit me! How would I explain
bruises to Clint? He’d never believe a woman hit me.”

“You big baby,” Lainie growled, fists still
clenched tight. She slid around the edge of his desk until she was
nose to nose with him. “Don’t you
ever
speak to me like that
again, Reggy. Do you understand me, you disgusting, little
creep?”

Her voice was low and deep, her beautiful
face fierce as a warrior queen. “I’ll fucking kill you with my own
bare hands.” And to get her point across, Lainie held up her hands
and flexed her slender fingers inches from his face.

Reggy blanched and gulped loudly. He opened
his mouth and slammed it shut again. He looked like a fish out of
water.

Lainie rose to her full height and towered
over her boss. Her four inch heels helped. “If you need me, I’ll be
in my office.” Reggy was still stammering when she walked out the
door.

It was the first time in a long time Lainie
had come out the winner in a disagreement with Reggy, and it felt
damn good to be the victor. Maybe now the little bugger would keep
his mouth shut and leave her the hell alone. A smile of
satisfaction broke free and Lainie felt a laugh welling up. Man, it
felt great to get the best of Reggy.

Mentally wiping weasel dust off her hands,
Lainie turned her thoughts toward finding the ideal Valentine’s
gift for her delicious husband. It had to be memorable, because
Mike was so extraordinary. He deserved perfection. Money was no
object. Her income was hers to spend as she wished. Thanks to
Mike’s generous income they were able to live quite
comfortably.

Lainie picked up the phone and gave a call to
her best friend, Alisse. Alisse always came through in a pinch. She
would have some fabulous ideas, no doubt about it.

* * * *

Valentine’s Day arrived in a flurry of late
winter snow, which was a great disappointment to Lainie. Just a few
days ago she’d been able to go to work without her coat and now it
was freezing. She’d hoped it would be a beautiful, warm, special
day and instead it was gloomy, cold and dark. She was planning to
wear a silk wrap dress, the supple, clinging fabric would have
enhanced her lush curves and shown off her breasts to advantage,
but now it was so cold she couldn’t bring herself to slip into the
cool silk. She was feeling positively despondent standing in front
of her closet. The odds were against feeling sexy in a sweater and
slacks. Yet, she needed to find something warm.

Lainie didn’t have time to vacillate–Mike was
waiting and still she hesitated. Nothing seemed to put her in the
mood for seduction, unless she could go naked and it was too damned
cold for nudity.

“I see you’re still not dressed, sweetheart.”
Mike hesitated in the bedroom doorway. “What’s the matter, you look
positively gloomy.”

“I can’t decide what to wear. It's so
freakin' cold and you know how I hate being chilled,” she said with
an involuntary shiver.

“Your nipples seem to agree. I’d say you’d
better wear something warm.” Mike walked up behind her and circled
his arms around her body. Drawing her back against his chest, he
pressed his lips to her temple.

She snuggled close to his heat, nestling her
bottom against his arousal and reveled in the sense of peace his
sheltering embrace offered her. His muscular body supporting her
was all the reassurance she needed. Mike loved her and wanted her.
There was nothing more she needed to be happy. Nothing, except a
penis.

Mike nuzzled the tender hollow under her ear
and slipped his hands inside her robe. “Mmmm, you smell delicious.
I could eat you up, darling.” To prove his point, he growled and
nipped the delicate flesh where her neck and shoulder met.

“Beast,” Lainie teased. He pressed his
arousal between her bottom cheeks and she giggled like a girl.
“Horny devil.” She wiggled her bottom. “Mmmm, me, too.”

"No shit! You could have fooled me."

"Michael, you're being mean. I can't help it
if I'm crazy, wild for you."

“I love you, too, Lainie. You're my heart.”
The slight tremble in his voice made it clear he was no longer
teasing.

Mike continued to nuzzle her neck while
tormenting her nipples with gentle fingers. “As much as I’d like to
finish this, darling, you need to get dressed. Now, put a smile on
your pretty face. We aren’t going to let a little snow ruin our
evening, are we?”

She turned in his arms and touched his lips
with a forefinger. “You’re right. Tonight is too special for
frowns.”

He patted her bottom. “Good girl. Now, why
don’t you wear the black cashmere sweater dress I bought you for
Christmas? You look amazing in it and I like the way the cashmere
caresses your fabulous breasts.”

She cooed when he cupped her bare breasts and
covered her nipples with his broad thumbs.

“God, Lainie. See how perfectly you fit in my
hands.”

His thumbs moved in hypnotic circles over her
nipples. Lainie sighed and leaned her head against his muscular
shoulder. “If you keep touching me, we’ll never make it to the
restaurant on time.” She swiped half-heartedly at his hand when it
slipped down her tummy and under the waistband of her thong. “Stop,
Mike. I was thinking my cashmere dress might be just about warm
enough. Should I wear undies or not?”

“Not…” Mike murmured as his forefinger teased
the edge of her thong a fraction of an inch from her clit.

She swatted at his hand. “No, Mike, you’re
making me wet.” She laughed and pretended to twist free of his
embrace. It was going to be hell sitting across from him all
evening, nude under her soft dress knowing she couldn’t touch him.
She wouldn’t be the only one suffering, because knowing her
handsome husband as well as she did, she was positive he’d be
painfully erect all evening. Poor baby.

* * * *