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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.
    He paused in the doorway, studying the woman who made him want to commit all manner of sin. Regina was stretched out on the couch, and from what she wore now, she’d changed since she’d got home from work. The dark orange T-shirt rode up a bit, showing her belly and her shorts stopped just above her knees. Her hands were crossed over her stomach with one leg thrown up over the back of the couch and her head turned as she watched the television. Spencer’s imagination filled with times from before when he’d arrived home to a similar view and what he had done when he had. He shifted, fighting the need to go over, lay on top of her and kiss her senseless, then make love to her until they were both fully satisfied. At least until later, when they went to bed. Spencer groaned.
    Regina glanced up at him and smiled. “Spencer. I didn’t hear you come in.”
    “Just got here.” He strolled in, shoving his hands in his pockets to resist touching her. To be safe from doing something stupid, he went towards the chair instead of joining her on the couch.
    “You’re forgetting something.” Regina’s tone was playful.
    Spencer glanced at her, and she tapped her finger against her lips. He held back a sigh and went to her. Not doing so would only make her get up to kiss him, and God knows what she would do if she did. Going to the couch, he then leaned over, bracing his arm on the back of the couch so he didn’t