Page 54 of The Bachelor

I wanted her to learn.

But I also wanted her to enjoy this as much as I would.

“Should I come over to your side of the booth?” she asked.

While picking this restaurant, I’d planned every stage of the lesson, down to the placement of our bodies, and one of the reasons I’d chosen this booth was due to its small size. There were only about eighteen inches of table between us, allowing me to easily reach her.

To watch her.

To touch her any way I wanted.

Having her next to me would be the obvious.

I wanted the unobvious.

“I want you right where you are,” I instructed. “So I can see you. So I can look into your eyes the whole time.”

She reconnected our stares. “You’re going to make this as challenging as possible, aren’t you?”

“One, that’s my style.” I grinned. “And two, you picked the lesson—don’t forget that.” I dropped my hand under the table and rubbed across her upper thigh, giving her the tiniest sample of my touch. “Here’s what I want you to do. Lift your right foot and put it on my lap.” Her lips parted, and I cut her off with, “Don’t ask questions. Don’t say a word. Just listen to me and do each step.”

She gripped the edge of the table, her eyes wide and alert as she followed my command, her heel landing on my thigh. With her leg high and stretched to my side of the booth, the bottom of her dress fanned across the open space, acting like a window blind, preventing anyone nearby from seeing in.

“See what I did there?”

She nodded silently.

Attentive and obedient.

Damn it, I liked that.

The moment I cupped the top of her foot, her breathing changed again. With her chest uncovered, I saw the way it rose and fell, speeding up as I massaged my way to her ankle, slowing as I lowered to her toes.

Her skin was so soft and smooth.

Delicate.

“I haven’t even touched your cunt, and you’re already so fucking turned on.”

Her brows lifted. “How would you know that?”

“I can see it on you.” I could all but smell it in the fucking air. “I can feel it on your skin.”

“Impossible.”

“Mmm,” I moaned softly as her heel pressed against my hard-on—whether it was on purpose or not, I loved it. “Stop doubting me, Oaklyn. You’ll know very soon how good I’m going to be to your pussy.”

Her toes moved, and as I swiped across them, they wiggled and scrunched.

The only part about this situation that I didn’t like was that her screams were going to be muted. Those were something I wanted to hear. They were one of the best parts about being with a woman, listening to the way I made her feel. But here, with Oaklyn, I’d have to rely solely on her quieted words, her expression, the signs she gave off, like the way her teeth were nipping her bottom lip.

“You told me you don’t use toys.” My fingers were now underneath her dress, crawling to her knee, her skin getting warmer the higher I got. “So, you’re used to the way your own touch feels. But it doesn’t sound like anyone you’ve ever been with has gotten you off by fingering you.”

“You’re right.”

“We’re going to change that. Right now.” I moved in a little higher, the distance between us not even causing me to strain. I couldn’t have been more pleased with this table and how unnoticeable my actions were from anyone looking at us. “Oaklyn, that’s not the only thing that’s going down tonight. There’s something you’re going to learn too.”

She sucked in some air.

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