The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

I just hadn’t been sure what would happen after the lesson, if there would even be an after, and I’d assumed that, once it was over, we’d grab something to eat, or I’d make something once I got home.

I certainly hadn’t expected this.

This was date-like.

Thoughtful.

And extremely romantic.

“I thought you were going to put things in my mouth. I just didn’t think those things were going to be food.” The moment I finished speaking, my cheeks instantly reddened.

I wondered if there would be a time when I could chat about the physical stuff between Camden and me and I wouldn’t blush. When a discussion like that would be so normal that it would be as if we were talking about the steak we’d just eaten. And since the beginning of this proposition, I’d wondered once lesson five came and went, would I ever be touched by him again?

The car ride today had given me that answer.

But, still, it was so much to process, to take in, to think about what exactly this was going to look like, given that we had to be extremely careful and make sure Hannah didn’t find out.

Even so, he’d made me the happiest woman in the world.

“Oaklyn”-he paused to exhale and shake his head-“I might be heartless, but I have manners. Of course I was going to feed you something other than a sex toy.”

He didn’t understand.

He’d taken my statement the wrong way.

“All I meant was that this has been strictly about the lessons. You made that clear … remember?” My voice lightened. “I didn’t anticipate anything else, including food.”

“And now, it’s not about the lessons.” He wiped down one side of his beard and then the other, his stare so intense that I felt it everywhere.

All it did was make me smile harder. I couldn’t hide the way he made me feel. “Which I love more than anything. Granted, you did feed me before lesson two, but the restaurant had been somewhat strategic since the table was perfect for what you wanted to do; the choice of cuisine just happened to be a bonus. Sometimes, meals can hint at more, and this setting certainly gives me that vibe.”

“Tell me why.”

I took a large drink of my wine, continuing to hold it while I said, “Out of all the places you could have chosen that evening, you took me for sushi, which is one of my ultimate favorites. Something you knew I would really enjoy.” I let those words hit. “And tonight, you debated on what I would like, wavered, and switched things up, hoping I would devour the steak like sushi. Do you know how thoughtful that is? When you could have just stopped for some Mexican fast food before taking me home.”

“I don’t plan on taking you home tonight.”

“Is that so?” I took a breath, his gaze making that almost difficult. “I had no idea you were this sweet.”

“You’re making me sound soft, Oaklyn, when everything in me, including my dick, is so fucking hard right now.” He held his drink as he leaned into the table, surrounding the glass with both hands.

Oh God.

That look.

It was positively sinful.

“Sweet isn’t soft-”

My voice cut off as he pushed his chair back and came over to my side of the table, where he knelt in front of me. He slid the base of my chair until I was directly facing him, spreading my legs, placing them on either side of him.

“You can call me whatever you want, but when you feel what I’m going to do to you tonight, you’re going to realize there’s nothing soft or sweet about it.”

I was quivering.

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Barely breathing.

I circled my legs around his lower back, bringing him in even closer, and once I had him locked in, his hand went to that spot between my legs.

Pressing.

Holding.

“That fucking heat,” he growled. “I want to sink my dick into it.”

I wanted that too.

It was time.

I didn’t care that we hadn’t completed all the lessons and we were supposed to be taking things slow-however he had worded it in the car. I wanted this.

I wanted him.

But before I could tell him that, he said, “Not tonight. Get that idea right out of your head. We have two more lessons before that happens.”

“Camden-”

“No.” His hands went to my face, aiming my stare at his. “I’m not going to fuck this up. I care about you too much.” He paused, gazing into both of my eyes. “Oaklyn, all I’ve ever done my whole life is rush shit. Take what I wanted from women and then left. It never meant anything. There were never any feelings involved. I don’t want that with you.” He held me tighter. “I want to do it right. I want to take my time. I want to give you something I’ve never given to anyone else.”

“Camden …”

“That’s why lesson four is so important.”

The lesson that I’d asked him to come up with on his own, the one thing he’d never experienced with another woman.

There were so many different directions in which he could spin that lesson, and my brain was already reeling with possibilities.

But I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.

I wanted to focus on the now.

This moment.

I wrapped my arms around him.

“Tell me you understand,” he asked.

I nodded. “I absolutely do.”

And I appreciated it more than he would know. In fact, my eyes were threatening to well with tears before he kissed me.

Slowly.

A speed that only emphasized everything he’d just said.

And when he pulled away, he kept our faces close. “That doesn’t mean I’m not fucking dying to touch you. Hell, I can’t even wait another second.”

He was suddenly lifting me off the chair and into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hands gripping the back of his neck, and he carried me into his bedroom.

Like I was weightless.

Like I was his possession and he was going to do everything to please me.

When I landed on his bed, I realized this was a room I’d never been in before.