Page 18 of The Bachelor

She tucked her hair back. “Babies aren’t going to happen until I’m at least thirty.”

“And you just proved my point.”

Even so, this conversation had me feeling guilty over last night, and another heavy dose of regret hit my chest when I thought about what was going to go down this evening.

I shouldn’t be going behind Hannah’s back to pleasure her best friend’s pussy.

I couldn’t even imagine what my sister’s reaction would be.

But Hannah certainly wasn’t going to hear about it from me.

Once we hit lesson five—if we even got that far, which I highly doubted since I didn’t think Oaklyn would even be able to handle lesson one—Oaklyn and I would be done.

Still, I didn’t know if Oaklyn could hide what was happening from my sister, who was one of the best people readers in the world. If I was giving her endless amounts of orgasms—something I planned to do during each lesson—then Hannah would know the moment the two of them got together, reading it from Oaklyn’s expression.

That was something I needed to discuss with Oaklyn before I got anywhere near her again.

“Are you going barhopping with the guys tonight?” she asked.

I shook my head. “I have too much work to do.”

“Lamest excuse ever,” Ford said from my doorway, who must have heard our conversation as he was walking by. “I’ve even got a sitter for Everly tonight. You’re going out with us even if I have to drag you there.”

I laughed at my cousin.

Usually, he was the one bailing on our outings because he didn’t want to leave his daughter or he didn’t have anyone to watch her since his nanny had become his girlfriend.

“I’m not going,” I told him. “I’ve got hours and hours of work to do on this case, and I get dick done at the office because people like you two”—I nodded at them—“keep coming in and disrupting me.”

“You know Jenner and Dominick are going to give you endless jabs for not being there,” he muttered.

Once my other two cousins found out, my phone would be blowing up with texts from them, where they’d remind me that they were actually my bosses, not Declan, and that I needed to put my work down and meet up with them.

“That’s why I’m not telling them until later,” I said. “And neither are you two. Mouths shut, got it?”

Ford put his hands in the air. “We never had this conversation—but let it be known, I’m pissed you’re not going to be there.”

“You know I’m a vault,” Hannah added before her eyes narrowed. “But I still can’t believe you’re choosing work over a night out. Who are you? And what have you done with my brother? You live for guy time.”

I was thinking with my cock.

Even if I shouldn’t have been.

“And there will be plenty more of it in the future,” I told her. “Missing one hangout isn’t the end of the world. Besides, your boyfriend is a fucking hard-ass, and he’s going to ride me to hell and back if I don’t start weeding through this case.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, glancing at Ford and then back at me. “So, that’s the reason you’re giving us?”

I focused on Ford and said, “Do you have any work to pass off to Hannah? She obviously has too light of a day if she’s wasting all this time arguing with me.”

She stood, holding the edge of my desk, leaning toward me. “For the record, if I were really arguing, you’d end up going out with them. Because I always win. We both know that.” She winked.

I chuckled. “Good fucking God.”

Her smile grew as she asked, “Drinks this week? I need twin time.”

“Yes.”

“What about me?” Ford asked. “Where’s my invite?”

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