put down her cup and stood. She strolled towards him, moving with an
innate rhythm he’d always found so intoxicating. She stepped into him,
pressing close. Automatically, he placed his hands on her hips.
“Had a nice sleep, Spencer.”
Although it wasn’t a question,
he answered. “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “It was very restful.”
“I bet.” She studied him, then
smiled. “After the show you had.”
Spencer flushed with need.
“You knew I was there,” he accused.
“Yes.” Regina straightened his
tie. “You said no sex, but nothing about seduction.” She patted his
chest. “I like that. I’m good at it.” She rocked against him.
Spencer groaned as she moved
on his erection. “Behave, Reggie.”
“You forgot ‘mis’. I’m going
to behave, all right. Misbehave. I want you back in my life all
the way. Not this partial way with all these rules.” Regina moved her
hips again and placed her face close to his, whispering almost on his
lips, “Holding out for some belief of being comfortable together is a
moot point. I’ve been comfortable with you from the time we met. And
even if you deny it, so have you.” She placed her palm flat on his
chest, over his heart. “I know your heart and soul. And most
assuredly, your body. I know what makes you shiver.”
“What makes you groan just
so.” She widened her legs and rotated.
Spencer groaned, shaking.
“And that you belong to me.”
Regina grabbed his hair holding him still, her green gaze fierce.
She slid her hand into his
hair, held him firmly and kissed him. Spencer opened wide, moaning.
Regina pushed her tongue into his mouth, moving along his, stroking.
Spencer gripped her hips, cupping her ass and pulling her against him.
He returned her kiss with equal hunger, grunting as she rocked against
him. Spencer shuddered, about ready to come in his pants. Regina
wrenched away, pulling out of his hold and he stepped forward to get
“Whoa, there.” She put her
hand on his chest. “I made my first move. Now it’s your turn to decide
what you truly want.” She stepped back, grabbed her purse and
briefcase off the stool from by the kitchen island
then headed past him. She touched his ass as she did, then said
by his ear, “I’m looking forward to our pillow buying excursion.”
Regina chuckled as she left
the room. In moments, he heard the front door close. Spencer went to
the island and sat, putting his hand on the counter, then under his
chin. He slumped forward.
“Damn. I really am screwed.”
Spencer rubbed his hands over his eyes then lowered it as he thought
of her parting words. The pillow shopping was going to be hell. Not
the buying, but what came with it after.
“So screwed.” Spencer rose
and went to the door to go to work.