Page 46 of The Bachelor

What’s tomorrow?

Me

Lesson two.

Oaklyn

Ohhh.

Me

Are you free?

Oaklyn

I can make myself free.

Me

Good, because tomorrow’s lesson is all about coming in public. You’re going to do it quietly and on command with lots of eyes on you.

Oaklyn

Are you actually going to touch me this time? Or are you going to make me touch myself?

Me

You’re going to get me. Not all of me … but enough.

Oaklyn

And you think you can make me come by simply saying the word?

Me

I’m not just going to say it. I’m going to build the orgasm inside you, I’m going to let it hang there while you’re in agony, and then I’m going to let you shudder so fucking hard that it’s going to be almost impossible for you not to scream.

Oaklyn

When?

Me

I’ll text you the time and place in the morning.

And, Oaklyn, wear something easily accessible. I need full access to your pussy tomorrow night.

NINE

Oaklyn

This isn’t a date.That was what I had to keep reminding myself of.

I was just meeting up with Camden at a restaurant about twenty minutes from my apartment, like it was any other night—minus the fact that Camden and I had never eaten alone together—and I was taking my own car and had every intention of splitting the bill with him.

But even though I continued to repeat that over and over in my head, I couldn’t stop the jitters from exploding in my stomach. They were there while I got ready and left my apartment, strengthening as I drove to the restaurant. At each red light, I lowered my visor and checked myself in the mirror, making sure there wasn’t any gloss on my teeth or that there wasn’t any eye shadow fallout on my cheeks. That my hair had stayed curled.

That I didn’t look like a woman who was about to get fingered at a restaurant.

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