Perfect Fit (8 page)

At Khandi’s emphasis on the word and her pointed glance, Regina knew something was up.

“Why is it a special night?” Spencer frowned.

“Enjoy your dinner, Spencer. Now move. You’re blocking my stand.” She waved to a waitress hovering nearby, then shooed them away.

Spencer placed his hand on the small of Regina’s back and guided her. Regina looked back, and Khandi winked and mouthed, “Good luck.” Regina faced forward, stifling a grin. She hadn’t even called, but seems like the family line of helping was working overtime. Spencer had made the reservation, but someone else had called to plot something. Regina didn’t even know what it was, but knowing the Locke family, it was going to be a knock over the head—most likely for Spencer. The waitress sat them at a booth in the corner, close to the raised stage, then removed a sign on the table that said ‘reserved’. The seats were for family only, or certain people who were family by choice. Regina slid in first and waited for Spencer to join her. When he did, she moved close to him, pressing her leg up against his. Spencer looked at her, studying her face. Regina strove to look innocent.

“I know you didn’t know where you were going, but someone called.” He said the same thing she figured. “I wonder who it was.”

“Does it matter?”

“Nope.” He put his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close.

Regina closed her eyes and thanked God she was here like this with him. She opened them and blinked when she saw the lights had dimmed, which surprised her. Usually, the entertainment was at the end of the evening.

“Tonight, we have something special planned for you.” Bella Locke’s sultry alto voice came just before the light flashed on, illuminating the stage. As usual, she looked devastatingly gorgeous. She glanced at them and winked before focusing on the audience. “Sometimes, love can seem so lost. But when it is true, you don’t ever lose it. Through the pain, you have to
Embrace the Love
.”

Now she knew why the line was so long. It happened if word got out Bella was singing. Regina stiffened as she heard the title of one of Bella’s biggest selling hits. Driscoll had written it for Bella. Spencer kissed the side of her face, and she relaxed, inhaling his scent.

“Pain overwhelms my soul as I am torn apart.”

The song started the first wrenching notes that made Regina tremble. As Bella sang, she held out her hand towards Spencer. The song started sad, but as the notes played it became a song of renewal. Regina felt every note in her soul and rested deeper against Spencer as it washed over her. He lifted her head to meet her gaze. Bella sang the last lines, seeming almost for them alone.

“
As I embrace the love, I am reborn to you.

Take my soul into your keeping and love me whole.”

The last word resonated through the silent room then applause broke out throughout the area. Regina blinked, and Spencer shook his head, looking away. She frowned, gripping his hand. He returned the hold and she smiled, hoping by the end of the night they would end their date on a high note. She listened as Bella sang another song, and this one was of desire and giving yourself over to it. Spencer stiffened and Regina stifled a chuckle. She glanced towards the stage. Bella was looking directly at them as she crooned the words, using her smoky voice expertly, weaving it for seduction. Regina blew her a kiss. Bella returned it, then prowled along the stage moving with the music, rolling her hips in a carnal motion. Regina could feel Spencer staring but refused to look at him. Let the need build. She shifted as she moistened and fought rubbing her legs together. She wanted him, and tonight she would have him. No one did ‘take me and lay me out’ songs better than Bella. And Regina was going to reap the benefits of her pouring out all that sexuality. Yes, she would have to find a special way to thank Bella for her help.

* * * *

Later, Regina entered the house feeling Spencer at her back. They hadn’t said a word since leaving Bella’s. The sexual tension Regina felt between them was the one she craved. She paused by the stairs and waited for him to close the door and set the alarm. When she heard that familiar beep, her pulse increased, and she got even wetter. The tread of Spencer’s steps as he approached echoed as he came closer. Her heart seemed to beat with each step. Spencer touched her bare back just above the waist and she shivered, already primed and ready for him.

“Night, Reggie,” he whispered, then patted her back and passed her going up the stairs.

Disbelief made her stare after him. Then she spoke.
“
You’re going to
bed
?
”

“Yes. Alone,” he said firmly. “Sleep well, Reggie.”

He reached the landing and went towards the guest room. Regina gripped the railing and shook her head.
No, he did not just leave me here alone and horny.
She marched up the steps, then paused on the landing, staring down the hall to where he was staying. The door was closed and the lights out. She knew there was no way he had undressed and gone to bed that quickly. He was sending her a message. One she didn’t appreciate. Fury filled her, mixing with her need. Regina turned on her heels and went to the master bedroom. She turned off the hall light, then looked around at the comfortable oasis lit by the night lights throughout the room they had made together. Yet it was empty of her other half. Her shoulders slumped, and she went to the adjoining bathroom and turned on the light before stripping. She took a quick shower and when she got out, she towelled off then reached for her nightgown. She changed her mind and left it, going out and turning off the light, then going to the bedroom door and opening it partially. She knew Spencer, and he’d do as he had done every night since they’d got back together. Even in their worst moments he would do it.

Regina went back to the bed and sprawled naked in the centre. She opened her legs and ran her hand down her chest. She played with her nipples, moaning as she tweaked them. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes as she revelled in her touch. It wasn’t the hand she wanted on her, but it would do for now. Hearing a whisper of a groan, she slanted open her eyes and saw him standing in the shadows of the doorway. Regina licked her lips then moved her hand lower over her stomach. She touched along the top of her bare mound, then down, moving in slow motions. She heard another groan that was again quickly cut off. Widening her legs, she slid her fingers just on the top of her pussy lips. Whimpering, Regina shivered, then used her fingers to spread herself open. She hoped he could see her, wet and needing him.

She plucked at her hardened clit, stroking it firmly in a motion she knew he liked to use when he licked her.

“
Please
.” The whispered word was so quiet, it was almost as if she’d imagined it, but she knew she hadn’t.

Moving her hands lower, she sank three fingers inside her pussy and rocked against them.

“Yes,” she moaned loudly, her body aflame.

She rubbed her thumb on her clit and plunged her fingers in and out quickly, striving for release. Regina clenched her ass and rocked into her hand. She pushed faster, wanting so much more.

Shaking, she gritted out, “Ahhhh…” She breathed harder as she moved with her touch, imagining it was him touching her, tasting her, sharing this with her. She stiffened as the ball of need filled her belly then splinted, driving her over into release. “Spencer!” she screamed, coming and continuing her caress. “Come to me, Spencer,” she demanded.

She stilled, then slowly pulled her damp fingers from inside her pussy. She opened her eyes and licked her fingers clean, focusing on them as she did so. Regina stared at the empty doorway and frowned. She sat up, disbelief filling her. She knew he had been there. Glancing lower, she noticed the bottle of water on the floor and she smiled, lying back down. Yeah, he’d been there all right. He’d gone to get a bottle of water and brought one for her. Just as he did every night. Regina turned on her side, facing the blinds covering the glass door that led to the balcony. Spencer was stubborn, but she was more determined. It was only a matter of time.

Spencer stumbled down the hall, gripping the bottle of water. He could swear Regina had known he was there. But that wasn’t possible. She hadn’t known as she’d touched herself, stroked over that lush flesh that he knew the taste of, even if he hadn’t had it in a long time. It had been as if he were the one touching her—the taste of her was in his mouth, even though he hadn’t dared go near to even take one lick. He entered his room then closed the door, pressing his back against it and dropping the water bottle on the floor.

He reached into his boxers and hissed as he pulled out his cock. He was so hard, ready to explode. Spencer rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the slick pre-cum over it as he tugged. He stroked his hand up and down his shaft firmly.

“Reggie,” he whispered as he pulled on his erection.

Moving his hand faster, he flashed to how she’d looked all spread out and wanting him. Spencer curled his toes and jerked quicker, rocking his hips back and forth into his clenched fist. Spencer arched, moaning as his release blasted through him. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees on the floor as his seed pulsed out of him, drenching his belly and spilling onto the floor.

“
Reggie
.” Spencer slumped back on the door, moving his hand, prolonging his release.

He removed his hand from his now soft shaft, blowing out a breath as he tried to slow his racing heart. Spencer glanced at his sticky stomach and the floor, then shook his head.

“I’m so screwed.” He chuckled. “No sex. Who was I kidding? Telling Reggie that was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.” He was silent for a while as he waited for his legs to hold him, then rose.

Tomorrow is another day, and I will not give in and have sex with my wife.

You’re an idiot.
That infernal inner voice that sounded like Driscoll was very right. He was an idiot, and he didn’t even deny it. But he was stubborn, and would resist the temptation that was Reggie Jacobs. His wife was a sneaky woman, but he knew how to handle her.

Chapter Four

Spencer descended the stairs the next morning before going into the kitchen and stopping in the doorway. Regina blew on the top of her steaming mug that he assumed contained her favourite vanilla tea. The way her lips were pursed made him think of where she could put them to really good use. Spencer bit back a curse as he went hard. Regina turned her head, lifting her gaze. The look in her green eyes gave him a shiver of fear and desire. Regina 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.”

Spencer shivered.

“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. “Mine, Spence.”

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 her back.

“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.

* * * *

Later, Spencer cautiously opened the front door and went in. The sounds of television coming from the living room reached him. He entered the code for the alarm, then rolled his shoulders and put down his messenger bag on the table by the entryway. He’d been distracted at work all day—thankfully, it had been a slow day. He knew Regina, and her words this morning were a promise, since she didn’t issue warnings. With this in mind he had to be prepared to resist her. They needed to work on them first before anything else, and he was determined to do that no matter how she tempted him.

Regina is equally determined to get you into bed. Why resist? You know you want to do.
Spencer shook his head. That would undo all he wanted to do, and he couldn’t.

“Remember the plan. Be strong and firm. Don’t give into temptation,” Spencer muttered as he went towards the sounds.