Page 64 of The P Arrangement

TWENTY-FOUR

DELANEY

“I’m here to see Preston.”

Two weeks later, I was still staying at Preston’s, and we still hadn’t had any more conversations about the two of us.

The smart thing for me to do was to move back into my house to create some distance between Preston and me. Being in his bed every night wasn’t helping me think straight.

But when I’d gone back to get clothes after the police gave me the okay, I’d packed as much stuff and gotten out of there as fast as I could. I no longer felt safe in my own home. But the truth was, it didn’t really feel like my home anyway. I’d only lived there a year. I’d lived in Preston’s house way longer than that, and that was the place that really felt like home.

I was digging myself deeper with him, but it was the first time in a long time that I’d felt happy. Like really, truly happy. And even if it couldn’t last, I wanted to hold on to that feeling for a little bit longer.

Every time I thought about it too hard, I told myself to worry about it later. I had enough things going on in my life. I didn’t want to worry about things until I needed to.

His assistant’s eyes darted toward his closed door. “He’s taking a phone call right now. As soon as he’s finished, I will let him know you’re here.”

I was meeting with Vivian and Rayne today for Women in Law. Since Vivian had gotten her promotion, she was busier than usual, and she’d asked Rayne and me if we would come to her office instead of going to lunch, like we usually did. I’d immediately agreed so that I could stop by Preston’s office first. Paxton had had bad dreams the last two nights and slept in bed with us, and I wanted some alone time with Preston. Funny how I had gone months without sex, and now, after a couple of days, I was sexually frustrated.

I waved her away. “No worries. He’s expecting me. I’ll let him know.”

Me: Outside your office, but I heard you’re on an important phone call. If you let me in, I’ll make it worth your while.

Preston: Come in. Tell her I said it was okay.

“Preston gave me the go-ahead,” I told her with a smile.

His assistant stood, but I was already opening his door.

“Sure, we can do that.” Preston wrote something down on a yellow legal pad but stopped to look up and smile at me when I entered.

I closed his door behind me, locked it, and marched over to him.

He wheeled his chair back and swung it away from his desk, and I dropped my purse in one of his visitor chairs. When I reached him, I immediately dropped to my knees and went for his fly.

Sucking in a breath, he leaned back to give me better access.

When I pulled him out, he was already hard, and I stopped to admire his cock.

All mine.

Lifting my eyes to his, I found him staring at me. Not his dick, or my hand, or my mouth. But me. My face. And the amount of affection I saw there took my breath away.

He smiled questioningly at me when I didn’t move as the person on the other end of his call continued to talk. I jumped up, kicked off my shoes, and shimmied out of my panties as fast as I could.

When I’d found he was on the phone, I had planned to torture him with a blow job until he either hung up or came in my mouth. But after seeing the amount of emotion in his expression, I wanted him inside me. Ineededthat connection with him.

Straddling him, I sank down on his length, burying him inside me. I flung my head forward as I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out. As always, he felt amazing.

A soft grunt fell from his lips, and his cock swelled inside me as his free hand wrapped my waist and squeezed my side.

I kissed his hot skin. “Do you want me to stop?” I whispered in his ear.

As much as it turned me on to fuck him while he was on the phone, I didn’t want to do anything to harm his career or his reputation.

When he tipped his phone away, his only response was, “Don’t you dare.” Bringing the receiver back, in his normal voice, he said, “Yes, I understand.”

He smiled at me until I rolled my hips, and then the look on his face turned to one of pure heat.

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