Page 34 of The P Arrangement

Delaney tried to shake my hand off as she said, “I need to grab a latte before we go to our gate.”

Grinning, I pointed behind me. As she turned, I said, “I knew you’d want to stop for coffee. You always do.”

It was kind of her thing before we went on a trip.

Her shoulders relaxed when she saw where we were. I hadn’t realized how stiff she was before that.

“Preston.”

“What?”

She swung back around to me and shook her head with a smile. “You’re making this really hard, you know that?”

I chuckled. “Making what hard?”

“Resisting you.”

I barked out a laugh. “Resisting me? Why would you want to resist me?” I pulled her closer and lowered my voice. “If you resist me, then I can’t make you come anymore.”

She groaned. “You don’t play fair.”

“How’s that?”

“Because you give the best orgasms,” she said almost with a whine.

Grinning again, I whispered, “Well, if your pussy didn’t taste so good and if you didn’t fuck me like a rock star, I probably wouldn’t give you so many.”

“Ugh.” With a shake of her head, she grumbled, “This is what I mean.”

“I don’t think you should be trying to resist me at all.”

“Why not? You didn’t have any trouble resisting me.”

Since when?

She was still the most beautiful woman in the world to me. There was no way I could evernotwant her.

Dropping a kiss on her lips, I muttered, “If you were so resistible, then why have I had to fist my cock every night since Sunday?”

Her mouth dropped open.

I let go of her hand and lightly smacked her butt. “Now, go get your drink so we can find our gate.”

The line to the well-known coffee shop was long and the space small, so while Delaney waited to put in her order, I stayed off to the side and studied her.

She’d been quiet since we’d dropped Paxton off at her sister’s. When I’d asked her if everything was okay, she’d brushed me off with a simple yes.

I had already figured out that Natalie wasn’t my biggest fan, which kind of hurt because, at one time, she had been the closest thing I had to a sibling. I’d understood that she would take her sister’s side in the divorce, but Delaney had left me.

Delaney and I had struggled after Paxton was born, and I’d been a shell of a husband, but I’d thought we’d work things out eventually and stay together. Truthfully, I had been in my own head so much back then that I was running on auto. And when Delaney had walked out, while I’d been devastated at the time, I’d also thought she was better off without me.

These days, I didn’t feel the same, but I couldn’t change the past. The best I could do was try to make it up to her.

Natalie probably blamed me for Delaney leaving, so I was going to have to suck it up. I was sure she had said something to Delaney when we dropped Paxton off. I didn’t want to put Delaney in a situation where she was unhappy or where she felt like she was torn between the two of us. She’d already been through so much in her life, and I didn’t want to be the cause of her stress. I could only hope to show her and her sister that I wasn’t the same man I had been two years ago.

Delaney had seemed to be in a little better mood just before she went in for her coffee, but it crossed my mind that I should give her some space. Maybe I was coming on too strongly.

However, when she walked out a few minutes later, smiling around the cup at her lips, I changed my mind.

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