Page 17 of The P Arrangement

Preston: I can’t stop thinking about how good your pussy tasted last night.

With a quick flip of my phone, I turned it down, as if everyone around me could read the words on my screen.

Jesus. I hadn’t heard from him all day, and he’d sent this to me without any warning. While we were both on dates.

I shifted in my seat at the sharp flare of desire inside me and messaged him back.

Me: Does your date know you’re sending dirty texts to another woman while you’re out with her?

I watched from the back of the restaurant as Preston stiffened, and I bit back my laugh. So, he hadn’t caught me watching him earlier when he walked in.

With some miraculous stealth, he managed to scan the room without making it too obvious he was searching for someone or something. He grinned when he found me and shook his head. His eyes went to my date next, and he frowned before turning back around.

He sent another message.

Preston: You wanted to ask me something last night, but didn’t get around to it. Ask me now. I’ll say yes if you let me eat your pussy again.

I closed my eyes for a moment and swallowed. Why did my ex have to be one of the few men I’d dated who liked to go down on me? And why did he have to be so good at it too?

Memories of last night came back to me in waves. I knew I should feel guilty for ignoring my date, and I should also disapprove of Preston texting me while he was on his own, but I couldn’t do either.

I liked what had happened between us too much. And I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted him to myself.

But I couldn’t give in to him just like that.

Me: You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you.

Preston: I don’t care as long as I get to feast on your delicious cunt.

My cheeks heated. I was used to my ex-husband’s dirty talk and texts, but it had been a long time since I’d been on the receiving end of them. And I had certainly never had to read stuff like this when I was sitting across from another man and Preston was sitting across from another woman.

Me: What if it’s a huge favor?

Preston: The longer you wait to ask, the hungrier I get.

I rubbed my thighs together under my skirt and tried to calm my libido.

Me: I need ten thousand dollars.

I smiled and hit Send, thinking he’d tell me there was no way in hell he’d loan me that much money.

Preston: Cash or check?

No way. I couldn’t believe it. If I’d asked him that question two days ago, he would have laughed at me.

Preston: Joke’s on you because I would give you a hundred thousand.

My mouth dropped open at the wordgive. Not loan.Give.

Okay, he had to know I was joking with him, and he was giving it back to me. That had to be why he was saying yes.

Me: I know you’re kidding. You wouldn’t just give me that much money.

Preston: Who’s kidding? I’m absolutely serious. When do you need it by?

He’s serious?

Full of shock, I almost forgot I was on a date, and I knew now was not the time for this.

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