Page 53 of The P Arrangement

“You’re judging me for zero sex while you had sex twice.”

Her spine straightened. “I wasn’t judging you.” She relaxed with a sigh. “I was just surprised, is all.” She wrinkled her nose. “It wasn’t even good.”

I liked the sound of that way too much.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“That you slept with someone else besides me or that you had lousy sex?”

She gave me a look because we both knew what she’d been asking.

Lifting a shoulder, I said, “Maybe a little, but since you didn’t come, it makes me feel better.”

“Who said I didn’t come?”

I laughed. “You did by saying the sex wasn’t good.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“I take it, neither of them went down on you?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t want them to.”

“Why? Because you didn’t want them to see my piercing on your clit or because you really didn’t want them to?”

“I really didn’t want them to. But they also didn’t ask.”

Fools. “Their loss. My gain.”

I loved her pussy and going down on her. I never understood how anyone couldn’t like it.

“They wouldn’t have done as good of a job as you anyway.”

“Sounds like they didn’t do as good of a job as me fucking you either.”

“Nobody does.”

I growled and rubbed her ass over my hard-on. “You keep talking like that, and I’m going to take you right here.”

Delaney grinned at me.

I shook my head with a laugh. “You little minx. You like the sound of that.”

A waitress came over, and we ordered another round of drinks and moved on to other conversation.

We stayed for a couple more hours until there were too many people to really relax anymore. Delaney had moved off my lap a while ago, and we decided it was time to let someone else have our spot.

When we got outside, Delaney tripped, and I half-caught her as she ran into me. We both started laughing like only people who’d had too much to drink did.

I blinked a couple of times and tried to shake my head to clear it. “I think we might have overdone it.”

“We didn’t even have that many,” Delaney protested.

“I know. But I can’t drink like I did when we were in our twenties.”

She fell against my chest on purpose this time. “I know. It makes me feel so old.”

Chuckling, I wrapped my arms around her. “You’re not old. Because if you’re old, I’m old, and I refuse to accept that.”

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