“I know not of what you speak.” Spencer kissed her briefly. “What are we having for dinner anyway?”
“We haven’t even had lunch yet?”
“But you’re the one who said to invite Lila. So you were thinking on dinner already.” Spencer glanced at the TV.
“Not what we are having, but having her over. I didn’t mean today.”
“Okay.” He waved his hand. “I—”
His cell rang. Regina leant back against the couch, already recognising the ring tone. Spencer looked at her and picked up the call. “Jacobs.” He listened then replied, “I’ll be right there.” He disconnected the call. “I have to go in. It shouldn’t be too long. But I’ll probably miss dinner.”
“Okay.” She rose.
Spencer stood and headed to the living room entrance. She followed him to the front door. Spencer grabbed his message bag hanging on the hook by the door. She took it from him and put it over his neck and settled it across his body then smoothed her hands over his shirt down his chest.
“See you later.” Spencer kissed her.
Regina leaned against him then smiled. “Be safe.”
He nodded before opening the door and leaving. She punched in the alarm code to reset it before she went back to the living room and looked out of the window. Spencer was almost to his truck—he looked back and waved. She returned it and watched as he got in and drove away. Regina turned on her heels and headed upstairs to change. Minutes later, she grabbed her purse and keys then went out to the front door to her vehicle.
Half an hour later she strode across the lobby of the precinct, approaching the front desk. The receptionist looked at her askance.
Regina spoke to the lady. “Li—”
“Regina.”
She didn’t recognise the voice of the person who spoke. Regina turned and saw the stunning woman coming towards her. She wondered who the rich-honey skinned lady was. As she got closer she saw the woman had hazel eyes and her reddish brown hair was pulled away from her face. Her hair colour was similar to her own—Regina remembered Spencer’s description of Lila and in that moment it dawned on her that she was staring at the woman she had come to see. The woman’s dark brown with pale yellow piping suit was impeccable and fit her perfectly. Regina lifted an eyebrow, recalling Spencer’s voice when he’d spoken to Lila. There had been warmth and caring in his tone.
“Nice to finally meet you.” Lila put out her hand. “It’s good of you to come see me.”
“You too.” Regina shook it briefly. “But what makes you think I’m here to see you?” Although it was true, Regina wondered how she knew.
“Process of deduction. I could only think of two reasons you could be in this side of the Delko Street Precinct.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “One, to identify or confirm identity of a body. Two, to see me.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “I don’t think you’re here for the first—there aren’t any unidentified bodies here today. Well, another could be that you’re lost.” Lila smiled. “Are you possibly lost?”
“No. Here to see you.” Regina studied her. “How’d you know who I was?”
“Spencer showed me a picture of you.” Lila stared at her then said, “And I said to myself—there is one gorgeous woman. She has her shit together with a sexy-ass husband and is so lucky. She wouldn’t feel threatened by any other woman and think they are trying to take her husband. She wouldn’t come to their workplace or home to warn them off when it isn’t necessary. Nope, that woman is confident in herself and didn’t need to do that sort of crap.” Lila’s gaze was steady. “At least, that’s what I myself thought. My instincts are usually right. But I wonder if this time I was mistaken.”
“You’ve got good instincts.” Regina smiled widely. “And you’re blunt. I like that. I wanted to get to meet you. If I waited for Spencer, it’d be a long time. He tends to stall on things when he isn’t sure how I’ll react.” Regina laughed. “I think he is afraid of us meeting.”
“Why would he be afraid of us meeting?” Lila frowned.
“Because he knew I’d like you.” Regina shrugged. “Then we’d become friends and plot of ways to misbehave.”
“And he would be right.” Lila smiled. “Do you have a tendency to misbehave?”
Regina’s mind flashed to the night before in their bedroom and she tried to still a shiver.
“Oh, that look. I so don’t know you well enough to ask what it is about.” Lila laughed then said, “But I’m betting I will. And my instincts are usually good.”
Regina chuckled as she repeated what she’d said earlier. “And they are good this time too. Have you had lunch yet?”
“Nope. I had a pick up so was planning to order in.” Lila gestured beyond the desk. “You’re welcome to join me.”
“I’d like that,” Regina said.
They went towards the desk. Lila got her a pass to get in then they were buzzed in and walked towards the elevator.
“Good thing I saw you when we were pulling in.” Lila pushed the button. “The receptionist would have told you I wasn’t in.”
“We?”
“One of the others working today who went with me. They drove the van and are unloading the body.”
Regina imagined it was a gruesome task. “How do you work in an ME office?”
“I enjoy figuring out the puzzle of what killed someone. Giving the police as much as I can to get them justice.”
Regina nodded. They entered the elevator and she continued to get to know Lila.
* * * *
Spencer opened the kitchen door then went to turn off the alarm before realising it wasn’t on—one of the things it meant was that they had a guest. He heard the murmur of voices and headed towards the living room. He paused by the entrance and stared surprised when he spotted the two women together. They looked at him and the expression on their faces made Spencer shake his head.
“Reggie, I see you met Lila. Lila, I see you met Reggie.” Spencer approached them. “And from the look on your faces, you are planning ways you can misbehave.”
The women shared a mischievous grin then started laughing, leaning against each other.
“Yeah. I knew it.” Spencer rolled his eyes. “Lila, don’t let Reggie corrupt you.”
They laughed louder. He smiled, enjoying seeing Regina so happy and carefree. She’d been a little distant since her revelation but was slowly getting back to her old self.
“We were just planning dinner.” Regina rose and came over to him. She kissed him briefly. “We decided if you made it home you would make us dinner while we drank wine and instructed you what to do.”
“Had plans for me, huh.” Spencer chuckled. “I’ll make dinner, but you all stay out of my kitchen,” he warned. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to get dinner started.”
After going upstairs to clean up and change clothes, Spencer went to the kitchen. He heard the laughter and talking but not was being said before he entered. He went to the island facing them and glared playfully at the two women who were sitting at the kitchen island.
“I thought I told you two to keep out of my kitchen.”
They smiled widely and lifted their wine before sipping.
“I’m not going to get rid of you am I?” Spencer sighed. “Fine, but no back seat cooking.”
“That only works when driving,” Lila said.
“And he loves to do that,” Regina said.
“Really. I would never have thought that,” Lila replied dryly.
“What do you mean?” Spencer frowned.
“You act all laid back, Spencer, but I’ve seen you in the hospital. You want things a certain way and you get it done. Not through being controlling but making suggestions. And people jump to do it for you since you are such a good man.”
“I don’t make people jump.” Spencer scowled. “I just ask and they do it.”
“I didn’t mean there was anything wrong with it. Just that you get things done with a minimum of fuss. That’s a good thing to have when you’re a boss, especially when some of the high pressure situations you’re in need a calm and organised head who will get things done. Someone people respect.” Lila shrugged. “That’s you.”
“And you too. I’ve seen how you work too.” Spencer looked at the container with the marinating meat. “People do the same with you. It’s fun to watch them snap almost to attention when you come by. They all want to please you.”
“Snap to attention.” Lila laughed. “I like that.”
Spencer lifted the container. “I guess we are having steak.”
“Yes and wild rice.” Regina said. “Lila, he makes this to-die-for wild rice.”
“If it’s as tasty as the rice he gave me a few weeks ago, I can’t wait. What was it called again?” Lila took a sip of her wine.
“Camargue red rice from southern France,” he said absently.
“What is that? Where did you learn of it?” Regina sipped her wine, leaning back on the high back stool.
“Dris told me.”
“Ah…he likes to experiment with cooking.”
“Who’s Dris? And if he cooks so well, I want to meet him.” Lila frowned. “Wait, you said your brother made the food?”
“Yes. I want you to meet him.” Spencer opened the container and placed it on counter by the stove. He grabbed a frying pan.
“Really? I wondered if he even existed. You acted so weird about even mentioning his name, or much about him.”
Spencer looked at Regina and they laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Lila looked between the two of them.
“Remember your words about weird when you meet Dris,” Regina answered.
“And that’s all you’re going to say. Now I’m wondering if I want to meet him.” Lila laughed. “Who am I kidding? I like a good mystery and now you have me curious.”
“Curious is good.” Regina lifted her glass then lowered it. “Oh, Lila and I were talking about Thanksgiving and I invited her to come. So it’ll be us, Jennifer and Lila,” Regina said.
Spencer nodded. As the women talked, he started to cook. It didn’t dawn on him that Driscoll wasn’t on her list until he’d almost finished cooking. He glanced at Regina chatting with Lila and decided to ask her about it later.
* * * *
Later Spencer towelled off and called out to the bedroom, “It was nice to have Lila over.”
“She’s fun. I like that she’s blunt.”
Spencer laughed. “I knew you would.” He placed his towel on the rack and glanced to where he had placed his pyjama bottoms. He frowned when he didn’t see them then walked into the bedroom “Did yo—?”
Spencer stared at the curvaceous naked woman propped up on one elbow reclining on the bed.
“Are you looking for this?” Regina held up his bottoms then flung them to the floor. “Come to bed, Spence.” Regina lay down and lifted her legs wiggling her toes. “I want that foot rub. Use that.” She pointed.
Spencer glanced at the bedside table and saw the familiar bottle. He went rock hard. He went over and picked it up then leaned over and kissed her thoroughly. Regina grabbed the back of his head, holding him. He pulled back and went to the foot of the bed kneeling between her legs. Regina widened her legs to give him space. Spencer licked his lips as he saw her bare pussy and imagined the taste. Regina put her feet against his upper legs.
“I’m waiting.” She dug in her toes, sliding them on his legs.
Spencer stifled a moan. He opened the lotion and inhaled the scent of coconut. His erection bobbed. Regina moved her foot and rubbed her toes along his cock.
Chapter Eight
Spencer ran his fingers up her leg. She curled her toes and purred. He smiled and lifted her foot, kissing her toes. Taking the bottle, he popped open the top then squeezed the smooth cream onto his hand and dropped the bottle beside her. The smell of coconut became stronger and he hardened even more. He brought his hands together and spread the lotion between them then, with slow, deliberate movements, he smoothed his hands along her toes, paying particular attention to between each. He kissed each gently after he rubbed the cream into them. Regina shifted restlessly on the bed. Then he moved his touch upwards rubbing the cream along her legs getting more lotion to smooth his way as he continued his upward caress—rubbing then kissing her legs. Spencer nuzzled her upper thigh.
“Spence.” Her breathless voice made him smile.
Taking some more cream, he rubbed it between his hands then slid his hands between her legs. Moving them apart, he placed the lotion on her inner thigh. Regina arched into his touch, moaning. He lowered his head and inhaled, taking in her sweet scent—a mix of lotion and the smell that he equated with Regina, sexy and tantalising. Regina rocked against him, groaning and widening her legs. He stared at the temptation of her glistening slit then lay down between her legs and kissed the soft flesh.
“Spence…please…taste me.”
The sound of her pleading filled his ears and Spencer wasn’t about deny her or himself. He delved into the softness and licked from bottom to top. Regina arched under his mouth, gasping. She grabbed his head, pushing her fingers into his hair and holding him tight. He swirled his tongue over her clit, sucking at it gently and increasing the pressure. The taste of her was addictive and he hadn’t given into this particular pleasure in since his return. He explored his wife and, using his knowledge of her body, drove her out of her mind with need.
“Sh…it, yes…right there. Oh, my God, Spence,” Regina babbled.
Spencer pushed his tongue in and out of her pussy. Her wetness coated his tongue and he enjoyed tasting her essence. Gripping her legs, her held her open and ravished the succulent flesh of her body, moaning and growling. Regina shifted against the bed, her babbling increasing and her breathing getting faster and faster. He knew her body and, feeling she was on the edge, Spencer pulled out, rose over her then thrust into her firmly.
“Spence, yes. Harder, take me. Harder!” Regina screamed.
“Reggie. You are the one for me.” He stroked faster and deeper. “Fit me like no one else.”
“Yes.” Regina kissed him hungrily, gripping his ass and digging her nails in.
He hissed and increased his motions. Spencer groaned, moving with her as one, striving towards that pinnacle of release. Spencer felt like he was on fire and he wanted to engulf Regina in his flames taking her on a journey and bring her soul in alignment to match his.
“Mine.” Regina grunted, arching under him meeting him move for move.