Page 53 of The Bachelor

She’d been feeling me out since the moment she’d sat across from me.

Learning more about me.

Realizing that, even though I was a man who took no time to get to know the women I slept with, I wasn’t going to rush things with her.

Despite the fact that she was going to be without me at the end of all this, I wanted each lesson to matter. I wanted her to know that all of this had been planned for a reason—from the restaurant I’d chosen to the table I’d picked to the main course of tonight’s dinner.

Not because I cared.

Fuck, I didn’t know how to care.

But because she deserved it.

Unlike the men she’d dated in the past, there were others in this world who would scan their memory bank, choosing a place they thought she would enjoy. Who would know the menu would be in line with her likes. Who would look up the pictures of the restaurant’s interior—since it was a minor detail that could be forgotten—to ensure the tables at the booths were short enough that they could reach to the other side to finger-fuck her pussy.

This wasn’t just going to be a lesson.

This was going to be a night she’d never forget.

For me, it had already taught me so much about her past and the men she’d shared a little of her body with.

I was going to be the lucky motherfucker who got to show her what real pleasure felt like, who would appreciate her body in ways she’d never experienced. The guys before me—whoever those fucking idiots were—hadn’t realized what they had. Or maybe they’d been intimidated by her attractiveness and success. Or maybe they had just been fucking losers who didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone.

Whatever the case was, I was going to rock her entire world during each of these lessons.

I was going to set the bar the highest, and every dude who followed me would have to measure up.

And,fuck me, I couldn’t wait to start.

I’d initially planned to do it right after we finished the appetizers, but the waitress returned and asked if we wanted main courses. I’d seen Oaklyn eyeing up the sushi delivered to the surrounding tables, so I ordered us some rolls to share.

Now that those rolls had been devoured and we turned down dessert and a second round of drinks was in front of us and I paid the bill, it was time.

No one was going to bother us; I’d told the waitress we were just going to enjoy our cocktails and we’d be on our way. Unless someone came by to give us more water, it would just be Oaklyn and me at this booth.

I took a long sip of the vodka, holding it against my tongue as I stared at her.

God, she was beautiful, wearing a long, loose dress that flowed all the way to her ankles, giving me perfect access when I needed it. The top cupped underneath her tits, showing just the right amount of cleavage. Her hair hung past her shoulders, curled in a way that reminded me of the morning after. She looked satiated from tonight’s meal, her gloss long gone from her lips, her eyes slightly hooded from the first vodka she’d drunk. She knew what was coming and was trying to prepare herself, which made her almost antsy in her seat, shifting positions, moving her hands from her lap to the table and back.

I knew she wouldn’t ask when.

She wouldn’t make a single move.

It was all on me—the way I wanted it to be.

But keeping her in suspense, making her question when she would feel my fingers, was something I really liked.

More than I’d anticipated.

“What do you think, Oaklyn? Is it time to stop yourself from screaming?”

Her cheeks turned one of my favorite colors, and she gazed off toward the dining room, like my stare was too much for her. “That’s why we’re here, right?”

Yes.

But I couldn’t lie; she’d been excellent company tonight.

And even though I was dying to touch her, I wasn’t in a rush to get this over with.

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