Page 46 of The P Arrangement

“Fuck. Oh God.” His words were all I needed. “I’m coming,” I cried out.

There was no need to announce it. Every single one of my muscles shook with involuntary spasms as the strongest orgasm of my life exploded throughout my whole body. It fully consumed me, to the point that I almost missed Preston shoving his hips up as he came deep inside me.

Collapsing like a rag doll, I felt his cock continue to jerk as he pumped me full of his cum while he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

“I can’t stop,” he whispered.

Reaching between us, I cupped his balls, which were tight from his orgasm, and caressed him there. “It’s okay. I like it. I like knowing I made you come that hard.”

He shuddered, and just like that, his body relaxed. He continued to hold me for a few seconds until his arms loosened. With a shift of his hips, he slipped from me, and I put my hand between my legs to feel his seed leak out of me.

Looking in Theo’s direction, I scooped up some of Preston’s cum on my fingers and sucked it into my mouth.

Preston groaned and picked me up. He didn’t glance in his friend’s direction once as he carried me inside.

I had a feeling Theo wasn’t going to bother asking me out again.

EIGHTEEN

DELANEY

The next morning,I snuck out of bed so as not to wake Preston. I had seen a little coffee shop near the lobby last night, and I wanted to go down and grab a latte before too much of the hotel woke up and I had to get ready for the first presentation of the day.

I grabbed my leggings and sweatshirt that I’d worn on the plane and headed to the bathroom. After getting dressed, I pulled my hair into a quick, messy bun and made sure my face didn’t have any weird makeup lines or marks from the pillow. My eyes were still puffy from sleep, but I looked presentable enough to get coffee.

As I went for my phone on the nightstand to make sure I didn’t have any messages from my sister about Paxton, I got distracted by my ex-husband’s naked body. He was on his back, sprawled out on the mattress with the sheet lying on a single leg and his crotch, and I realized I hadn’t seen him completely nude since before our divorce.

Since we’d started sleeping together again, he’d either had some of his clothes on or it had been dark.

And,wow… I’d forgotten how sexy the whole package was. All he had to do was open his eyes and smile, and he’d be ready for a photo shoot.

His left hand was resting on his upper abdomen, and his arm was covering up the spot where my name used to be. I hadn’t seen the area yet, and I was curious as to what it looked like. I didn’t know anyone who’d had a tattoo removed and had only seen pictures on the internet.

Despite telling myself not to do it—because when I saw the empty spot, it was going to hurt—I didn’t listen. Rather than going for my phone on the right side of the bed, I switched tactics and went over to the left side to get a better look.

As my heart started to pound, I knew that curiosity was only a small part of why I was doing this. I needed to see it. I needed to know that my name was gone so I would know that whatever was happening between us was nothing more than sex.

Last night had been wild and adventurous, and this morning, I felt closer to Preston than I had in a long time. There was nothing wrong with being close to my ex and sharing a connection. But I needed to remind myself that it wasn’t—and was never going to be—like the one we’d had when we were married. And I needed to do it when Preston couldn’t see my reaction. I suspected there might be a little bit of mourning, and I’d rather be able to do it without an audience.

Carefully, I slipped my hand under his, pausing to note his naked ring finger as another reminder of how things had changed, and gently moved his arm out and down from his body.

A small gasp fell from my lips, and I froze as I stared in shock.

There, on his ribs, was the last thing I’d expected.

Delaney

My name was still there in dark black ink.

I wasn’t an expert, but I knew it took multiple sessions to laser-remove a tattoo. It didn’t look like Preston had even gone once. He also hadn’t covered it up either.

Still in a state of perturbation, I wandered over to my side of the bed, like I had planned in the first place. But instead of getting my phone and heading downstairs, I sat down on the bed.

I had no idea what to do with this new information. I wasn’t even sure if I should keep it to myself or let Preston know I knew.

First, I should maybe try to figure out why it was still there.

My clit suddenly throbbed in my pants, as if to say,You know why it’s still there. For the same reason my piercing was.

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