Page 25 of The P Arrangement

“Okay, what did you mean?”

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else but you, Delaney, and I know you don’t want to fuck anyone else but me.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your fucking cunt did.” He shoved his hips up, and I moaned. “But you’re welcome to tell me I’m wrong.”

All I could do was shake my head because he was right. Wanting to have sex with anyone else but this man wasn’t even a thought that had crossed my mind. No one made me come like him.

“Then, how about we make a little arrangement between the two of us?”

“What kind of arrangement?”

He pulled my head down until our lips almost touched. “We fuck no one but each other. You want to get laid? You callme. AndIwill call you.”

It was what I wanted, but part of me was scared. “Why?”

“Because your pussy is the only one I want,” he growled. “And I want to be the only one to touch it.”

Slamming his lips over mine, he nudged my mouth open with his tongue. He licked his way inside, taking his time until I was moaning and rotating my hips over his.

He drew slightly away. “Is that a yes, Laney?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Thank fuck.” He smiled and leaned back, his eyes heating. “Now, ride me until you come.”

ELEVEN

PRESTON

I rolledover in bed with a groan, my aches and pain reminding me I was going to be thirty-nine soon. Getting old was a bitch on the body, and staying up two nights in a row to have sex with Delaney had everything in me protesting.

Slowly, I lifted one lid to peek around the room, and in the predawn light, my gaze immediately landed on my gorgeous ex-wife lying next to me in bed.

One of her arms was thrown over her head, and the other was on her stomach. Her mouth was slightly open as her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. But the best part was how the covers were down around her waist, revealing her pink nipples, peaked from the cool morning air.

I adjusted the sheet around me and ran a thumb underneath one tip, taking in the changes breastfeeding had done to them. When we’d been married, she’d been worried about how big her areolas were getting and if her boobs would sag after she was finished nursing Paxton. I noticed they weren’t quite as perky, but I thought everything about her body was beautiful. All the changes her body had gone through for the little human we’d made, who was sleeping down the hall, were extraordinary.

But the changes hadn’t been worth the price we were almost forced to pay.

As if Delaney could sense my sudden anguish, her eyes blinked open, and she smiled at me. “You okay?”

Seeing her alive and smiling calmed me.

I scooted closer. “Yes.”

I missed waking up next to her. I missed going to bed beside her every night. The end of our marriage was a bit of a blur because I’d been dealing with stuff, but I had known she wasn’t happy. I regretted how things had ended and that they had ended at all, so I was going to enjoy her being here in my bed and in my life while I could.

She rolled on her side to face me and did a quick glance over my shoulder to check the baby monitor.

I pulled her into my arms. “What about you? You good? Is Pax still sleeping?”

“Yes. I slept great, and it looks like he’s still out like a light.” Her hand ran around my chest. “What were you thinking about just now?”

“Your incredible body…” And I didn’t want to talk about the other thing, so I brought up something else I should have mentioned last night. “I’m sorry my mother is such a bitch. She should have never called you a harlot.”

Delaney stifled a laugh. “It’s kind of funny today because it’s such an old-fashioned term.”

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