by Cherie Denis
His nose tickled and as he rubbed the tip, he realized her essence was still on his fingers even though he’d washed his hands before leaving the house. Light and slightly musky, the scent gave him a hard-on. Just thinking about her honey running over his hands as he had made love to her earlier could affect him dramatically. Yes, his wife could annoy him with her incessant demands for sexual gratification, but in the end he had to admit she was a perfect lover.
Not only was Lainie good, no, make that fabulous, as a lover she was all he'd ever wanted. His love for her was deep and the thought of her not in his life was enough to make him sick.
There had to be some way he could give her what she desired.
A cock.
Unsure how to accomplish the impossible, Mike shrugged his shoulders and opened the car door. He stuffed his tiny cell phone in his coat pocket, picked up his briefcase and headed toward the modern glass and steel office building he called home during the day. He had a packed schedule and no time left to mull over his wife's unhappiness with her genitalia. It wasn’t his doing she was a woman. It was simply a quirk of fate and chromosomes.
He stood waiting impatiently for the elevator. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could avoid eavesdropping on the conversation of the two women standing next to him. It didn't seem to bother them if he, or anyone else for that matter, listened to their discussion.
So he, unabashedly, eavesdropped. It wasn't long before he realized they were discussing Valentine's Day.
The elevator stopped at his floor and Mike stood for a moment deep in thought. Shit, he’d totally forgotten. Candy and roses would never do. He’d done them before. This year his gift had to be something special. But, what?
“Mr.? Isn't this your floor?"
"Uh, oh thanks," he said and got out just before the doors slammed shut.
He'd made the trip to his office so many times, he could do it in his sleep. But, he was surprised to look up and see his secretary staring at him.
"Mornin’, Rita.”
“Good morning, Mike,” she said with her usual warm smile. “Can I get you a coffee?”
“Sounds good. Thanks.” He took the mail she held out. “Anything important in this mess?” he asked, thumbing through the stack of papers.
“No, just the usual whining and fussing from the districts.”
“Okay.” He shuffled through the paperwork once again. After the scathing memo he'd sent to all his districts, he'd expected pointed responses from the managers. So far not one had bothered to reply. He had to grind his teeth to keep from firing every last dimwit of them. As much as he hated to travel, he was going to have to get on a plane and go out a rattle a few cages. He was not in a great mood for a long, boring trip.
Rita's smile faded. “What wrong, Mike? It's not like you to be frowning this early in the morning. I went through all the mail and nothing struck me as too serious. Was I wrong?"
He made an effort to smile. “No. I did think we'd hear something from those loafers after the letter I sent them all, but so far zilch."
He tipped his head back and silently studied the ceiling. "On another note, I heard some women talking on the elevator this morning about Valentine’s Day. I didn’t realize it was sneaking up on us and I have nothing unique to give to Lainie."
Rita smiled. "I could find her something nice."
"No, when it comes to my wife, I don't expect you to do my shopping." He looked at the calendar on her desk. "Here it is, February already. Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“Hmmm. How about a necklace? Or, maybe some flowers,” she offered.
Mike exhaled and waved the paper’s helplessly in front of him. “No, I’ve done flowers. I want something different…something special. A necklace might be nice. What about a necklace with a tiny gold charm?” In a flash of brilliance, he had it…a penis charm would be perfect for Lainie. Would George Hallstone sculpt a suggestive charm like a phallus? And, even if George was willing, he wouldn't have much time to produce it. Oh hell. Whatever it cost, it was worth it to please Lainie.
“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.
Chapter Six
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 n
ipples 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.
* * * *
The restaurant was intimate and cozy. Lainie enjoyed the anonymity of the low lighting and private booths. This was one of her favorite places to dine. She leaned her chin on her palm and stared lovingly at her husband. Seemingly unaware of her scrutiny, Mike sniffed the cork of the wine he’d ordered. He thanked the Sommelier and waited silently until they were alone.