Page 30 of The P Arrangement

So, maybe I’d go back to my room after we had sex. No point in denying myself now that the door had been opened to us sleeping together again.

But first, we needed to get to Vegas.

“Okay, Paxton, you need to grab your coat and backpack so we can go to Auntie Natalie’s house.”

“Yaaaaaaaaaay,” he yelled as he ran to get his stuff.

I turned to watch him go so I could see him when he was on his way back and make sure he had picked up both of his things, and Preston stepped behind me and splayed his large hand over my lower abdomen.

“You look delicious. Your ass is killing me in those pants.”

“They’re just leggings.” I had dressed for comfort for my flight.

“That shows every curve and dimple.” He pulled me back against him. “What I don’t see is a panty line.”

I turned my head, feeling good now that I knew I had some of my power back. “That’s because I’m not wearing any. You keep ripping the crotch out of the ones I have.”

He groaned, pushing his hard-on into me. “You are evil. And yeah, I found your little present that you left in my drawer where I should have found my favorite tee.”

“Serves you right.” I grinned. “Besides, I didn’t know we were even flying together until you got here. I thought we were meeting in Vegas.”

“So, you were going to show everyone else your perfect body?”

“I’m not naked, Pres.”

“Laney, you might as well be. Those pants hide nothing.”

I shrugged because I was not changing clothes. “I have a long sweatshirt I’m going to wear too. You know how cold I get on the plane.”

“Good, because I don’t want everyone looking at you.”

“Well, you should be okay with it because you’re going to be the only one who sees me withoutanyclothes this weekend.”

He groaned and nuzzled my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

His hand dipped south, but he stopped on my lower pelvis. “Are you still wearing my piercing?”

I swallowed, not wanting to answer.

“Please say yes,” he whispered. “I am going to be so hard on the whole plane ride, but I don’t care as long as you say yes.”

I nodded. “Yes,” I said in a low voice.

“Fuck.”

I had debated on switching it out now that Preston knew, but I thought changing it would only solidify how big of a deal it was. If I didn’t do anything with it, I could play it off as it not being very important. But mostly, I didn’t want to. I couldn’t even pretend. It was the only thing I still had of our loving marriage besides Paxton, and I wasn’t ready to let it go.

“When we get to Vegas, the first thing I’m going to do is fuck you so hard,” he said in my ear. “Maybe I won’t even wait until we get to our room. I’m going to pull your leggings down and take you in the elevator.”

Just the idea of it made my skin flush and core clench.

“Got it,” Paxton yelled, and Preston stepped to the side of me right before our son appeared.

Paxton held up his jacket and his backpack. “See, Mommy.”

“Good job, buddy.”

Preston ruffled his hair. “Mommy’s right. You did good, bud.”

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