“
Spence
.” She arched, coming on his hand.
He moved his fingers in and out to prolong her release. Her eyes were closed and her curled hair framed her face. The harsh ecstasy of her expression shown in the mirror made him even harder.
“You look so beautiful, Reggie.”
She blinked her long curly lashes, then opened her lids and met his gaze in the mirror. The startled look on her face quickly changed to wanton desire.
“Oh…I didn’t think about that being there. It’s the piece Jenn had for me. I’m trying to figure out where to put it.” She stared at them then said softly, “We look so right together.”
Spencer kept caressing her, feeling the pulses as she continued to come.
“Yes.” He slid his fingers out of her, then lifted them to his lips. He watched her as he licked each one clean.
Regina whimpered, staring at him. “Don’t tease me.”
“Why? It’s so much fun.” He licked the side of her face.
She shivered, then turned in his arms. Spencer stepped back slightly, not fully breaking contact. He wanted to be near her. Regina quickly took off his shirt, then went to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt, then opening his button before she lowered his zipper. He kicked off his loafers while she pushed down the garment, along with his boxers, after he pressed against her. He shivered at the sensation of her clothed body against his naked one.
“Off,” he muttered.
He yanked off her dress and pulled her back into him.
“Reggie.” He growled at the feel of her nakedness.
“Spence.” She echoed him, the same raw hunger in her voice.
He lifted her and she placed her legs around him, rubbing her wet slit over his aching erection pinned between them. Spencer quickly lowered her to the bed, following her down and opening her legs with his, then thrusting into her in one stroke. Spencer stilled as she clamped around him. He was home in the arms of his wife. The woman who he loved above all else. Closing his eyes, he fought back the feeling overwhelming him.
“Spence.” The quivery sound made him open his eyes.
Regina blinked as if trying to clear the tears in her eyes. Understanding the feeling, Spencer let his own go. He kissed her, tasting their combined tears. He was home, and he would fight to stay. He’d have to make Regina talk to him. He stroked, moving inside her, and she gasped against his mouth. With deep thrusts, he enjoyed being in her arms once again. She clenched around him, driving him on as he reclaimed his wife.
“Reggie, you are mine.” Spencer pushed into her, repeating the words over and over.
“Yours,” Regina echoed. Then she grabbed his hair. “And you’re mine.” She kissed him deeply, holding him tight.
Spencer moved quicker, striving for the bliss. He stiffened as his cock went rock hard then shook with the force of his release.
“Reggie.”
Regina held onto Spencer as he came. She tightened, loving each movement of him inside her—it had been so long since she had felt him like this.
“Spence,” she murmured.
He groaned and collapsed against her. She cuddled him, kissing the side of his neck as puffs of air left him. Rocking, she kept unclenching and clenching around his embedded shaft. She moaned as she felt him lengthen again. Regina pushed him and he rolled, putting his hand on her ass, keeping them joined. She sat up astride him and smiled at his slightly flushed and sweaty face. His deep blue gaze was unfocused and passion-glazed. She settled firmly, then moved. Spencer placed his hands on her hips. Regina bit her lip, shifting her legs wider.
“Spence,” she gasped as he went deeper.
He gripped her tighter, guiding her up and down on him. She tipped her head back, rocking and moaning at the slide of his cock against her inner walls. Tightening, Regina whimpered as he filled her. Hers. He was hers, and back in her arms. She lowered her head, staring at his face. His jaw was clenched and his face fierce. His gaze was focused and intent, and she recognised the look. Spencer held her, arching up under her, filling her even more. Whimpering, Regina rode him, taking in each moan, groan and sound into her soul. With Spencer in her arms, all thoughts but him faded, and all she wanted was to bring him to release again. Leaning forward, she kissed along the underside of his chin. Spencer shook and she chuckled.
“So sensitive.” She scraped her teeth along the line of his jaw, then to his lips. She drew the bottom one between her teeth, pulling on it slightly before she licked the cleft above his upper lip. Spencer moved his head, kissing her quickly.
“Uh-uh. No distracting me.” She pulled away and kissed his nose, then licked above the bridge to between his eyes. She pressed a kiss on each lid, closing his eyes. “Feel.”
“Reggie,” he whispered.
The low tone of his voice made her shiver. His voice did all sorts of things to her. Regina patted by his side and felt the candy in the wrapper. She rubbed it then felt the sticky treat on her fingers. She placed her fingers against his lips, and Spencer sucked in the candy. He made a humming sound then rolled it in his mouth. Regina closed her lips over his and pushed her tongue in between his lips. They dueled for the treat, playfully twisting their tongues together as they ate the candy. She continued to move, their bodies mimicking the motions of their kiss. The tension inside her built—she was wet and so ready. The coil of need in her belly got tighter then it broke. Regina wrenched her mouth from his, pushing down and clenching as she came. She groaned, rocking and moving.
“Reggie.” Spencer grunted, coming, and tightened his hands on her ass.
“Spence.” She dropped against him, breathing harshly, trying to catch herself. Sparks of release lingered as he stroked, fanning the need inside her. She turned her head and kissed him. Spencer met her, returning her kiss with lazy forays of his tongue. They slowed and stopped then she pulled her head back slightly and met his gaze.
“You held out longer than I thought you would.”
“I didn’t even last a month.” He grinned, not looking too disturbed by it.
“Still, two and a half weeks longer than I expected you to.”
“Wow. What a lack of faith you have in me.”
“Nah. I have more faith in my feminine wiles.” Regina laughed. “But you did resist, so I’ll give you props for that.”
“Thank you, oh so misbehaving one.” Spencer rubbed his hand along her back.
“We did it out of order.” Regina arched into his touch.
“Shower later.” Spencer yawned.
“Don’t think I won’t get you for starting to eat the candy without me.” Regina blinked, fighting sleep.
“I know, but who can resist Sinner’s Delight?” Spencer kissed her cheek. “It’s your fault for leaving them on the counter.”
“Hmmmm…” She pressed against him more firmly.
“What was the name of the song playing when I came in?”
She wondered what he was referring to, then remembered. “
Mirrors
by Justin Timberlake.” She thought of the meaning behind the song…the finding of the other half and the trials and tribulations you go through for love. “I’ll show you the video of it sometime.”
“Sounds good.” He sighed, then said, his voice rough with sleep, “A little rest, then shower. Then we talk, Reggie.”
Regina stiffened, and Spencer continued to stroke her back. “Can—”
“No, we can’t wait. Time to stop avoiding things.” Spencer sounded firm.
Regina didn’t reply. She listened to his breathing deepen as he fell asleep. His hold on her was tight, and Regina loved it. But inside, she was holding on by a thread not to jump up and run from his arms.
How am I going to get out of this talk with him?
Chapter Five
“Reggie.” Spencer calling her softly woke her.
Regina rubbed her eyes, not aware of when she’d fallen asleep. She looked at him, seeing he was squatting by the bed and was fully dressed. She felt the soft pillows under her cheek and figured sometime while she’d been sleeping, he’d brought them to the bed.
“What? Did you get called in again?”
“Yeah. I went in earlier to cover for a doctor that called out. Now I’m going again for another. The flu bug is hitting the staff hard.”
“Make sure you double up on your vitamins. Drink lots of orange juice.” She touched his cheek. “Be safe.”
“I will. And always.” He kissed her gently. “We’ll talk when I get back.”
She stared at him, glad he was going in. It postponed ‘the talk’ and she’d have time to figure out how to get out of it. Immediately, she felt guilty for thinking that when someone was sick.
“Later.” Spencer rose and left.
Regina sat up and listened as he went down the hall, then the stairs. Moments later, in the distance, she heard the beep of the alarm as he set it. She couldn’t hear his vehicle from where she was, but could imagine him as he got in and turned on his CD player before he pulled out. She scooted back, resting against the headboard, then drew her knees up before resting the side of her face on them.
“How am I going to admit the truth?” Her voice echoed as she closed her eyes.
Talking wasn’t something she was looking forward to, and getting Spencer to give up doing so seemed to be a lost cause.
* * * *
Regina stared out of the window to the grounds of Moments. It was a beautiful day, but she didn’t really see it. For the last six days, she’d been lucky enough to escape ‘the talk’. The flu had hit Spencer’s team hard, and he’d been covering for others. He’d barely been home. Spencer’s rarely getting sick had been a benefit to the hospital, but in Regina’s opinion, a detriment to him. When she did see him, she could see how tired he was. She hated seeing him so drawn and had fussed over him. She could tell he enjoyed her making a fuss, but he wouldn’t slow down. He’d teased her about her concern then made love to her. No matter what time he came home, as long as she was there, he’d made love to her. Regina’s body tingled as she thought of him and how each time being in his arms was so much more intense than the last. She wanted him to take it easy, but knew if he did, it would mean he’d want to talk. That was a dangerous thing.
The phone rang, capturing her attention. She picked it up. “Moments, this is Regina.”
“Regina, it’s been a long time,” someone with a familiar southern voice said.
It took her a moment to place who it was. “Charlotte. How are you?” Fondness filled her as she remembered the nervous bride Charlotte, who’d been one of the first clients of Moments.
“I’m wonderful. Calvin said to give you his regards.”
Regina remembered the giant of a man who was so gentle and quiet. “Please pass on my hellos to him.” She relaxed back in her chair and brought up a file. “I was surprised when I heard from Chloe late last year. I can’t believe that your fifteen-year-old daughter who was one of your bridesmaids is getting married.”
They’d planned Charlotte’s wedding to her second husband. Her first husband, her kids’ father, had died then Charlotte had fallen in love again. She’d come to them to plan her wedding. Regina still remembered the shy, fifteen-year-old Chloe, and when she’d seen her again last year, she’d been surprised at how she’d changed. She looked like her mother.
“Yes. Where did my baby go?” Charlotte chuckled. “She always telling me she’s no longer a baby, but she’ll always be that to me.”
Regina felt a pang at her words and touched her stomach. She snatched her hand away as she realised what she was doing. “Chloe’s wedding plans are on track,” she said, figuring that was why Charlotte was calling. She’d taken longer than Regina thought she would to call. They had been planning Chloe’s wedding for almost nine months—her wedding was in December. Chloe’s wedding would be their last event before they took their winter break—from Christmas Eve until the fourth week in January, they only handled smaller events on a limited basis.
“I know. She keeps me advised.” Charlotte paused. “It’s been hard to keep out of things. But I promised to let her plan her wedding as she sees fit. I called because I asked Chloe about your choreographing her first dance with her groom, and also you and the others performing a dance at her reception. But she said you didn’t do that any longer. I was hoping you would make an exception. The dance you did for us at our wedding and the one you danced was so beautiful. It’s a memory that we treasure.”
Regina tightened her hold on the phone, striving for calm. “I’m sorry. We don’t do that anymore.”
The words sounded strangled to Regina, but she hoped it didn’t come through on the phone. She shivered as goosebumps broke out on her arms. Regina wiped the sweat from her brow, lowering her shaking hand. She clenched her fist, placing it on the desk.
When was the last time you danced, Reggie?
Spencer’s words echoed in her head, buzzing repeatedly.
“
Regina
.” Charlotte’s sharp call on the phone caught her attention.
“Sorry. Ummm…I… We don’t do that.”
“I heard you.” Charlotte spoke softly. “Are you okay, Regina? You sound off somehow.”
“I’m fine.” Regina cleared her throat. “Just working hard, as usual.”
“I know the feeling.”
They chatted a bit about their respective businesses, then Regina smiled. “Great talking with you, Charlotte.”
“You too. Say hi to your hubby from me. Bye.”
“I will. Bye.” She hung up.
Regina turned her chair and stared at the landscape outside the window. Restless, she stood then went out of the door, passing the office of her assistant on her way to the elevator. She pressed the button, tapping her foot as she waited. When it came, she got in, chose the floor she wanted then Regina hugged herself, drumming her fingers on her side. She exited the elevator and strode down the hall. She glanced into the office of the newly hired assistant, and nodded to her, waved and kept going. She opened the door to the workroom and immediately the music pounded out—all the workrooms and offices were sound proofed. She went around the long worktable, admiring the elaborate floral creations and smiling to herself as she recognised who they were for. She stopped behind the man working on the large arrangements. He was singing and dancing in front of the table as he worked.