Free Perfect Fit by Taige Crenshaw Page A

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