Page 92 of The Bachelor

“Sounds like the perfect trip for you two.”

I took a long, deep breath. “I’m just suddenly feeling a little guilty.”

He pulled into a lot, the building brick and unmarked, unless there was a sign that I had missed out front. He parked the car and turned off the engine before facing me. “Don’t, Oaklyn. She’s going to find out when the time is right. Now, this is all about us, and there’s no reason to feel guilty about anything.”

“Okay.”

He squeezed my fingers. “I’m serious. We’re going to tell her, and it’ll all be fine.”

Air rushed through my lungs and out my lips. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He lifted my hand off the gearshift and placed it on his lap. “Let’s focus on something a little happier, shall we?”

I glanced toward the building again. “Where are we?”

When I looked back at him, a smile was warming his handsome face. “I can’t wait to show you.”

EIGHTEEN

Camden

Imet Oaklyn on the passenger side of the car, my hand immediately going to her lower back as I walked her toward the entrance of the building. I could feel her gaze on me every few steps, trying to read my face, trying to goad me into telling her where we were.

The building was extremely inconspicuous on purpose, but if you were an LA local, like me—and her—it was a place everyone knew about.

I was surprised she didn’t.

Or that she hadn’t guessed where I was taking her since she’d picked this lesson. I would have thought our first stop would be obvious. But my girl was on the naive side, and she probably assumed I would surprise her with a sex toy instead.

That wasn’t the case.

I wanted her involved in every step of the lesson. I wanted her to decide which toy I would use on her body.

Or, if I was lucky enough, I would get to use multiple.

I placed my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to me, pressing my lips against the top of her head.

Breathing her in.

Fuck, this felt good.

A feeling that shocked the hell out of me, the same way the next couple of minutes were going to do to her.

But, damn it, I really liked this. Holding her near me, inhaling her tangerine and blueberry scent. Looking down and seeing those gorgeous blue eyes gazing up at me.

Trusting me.

I wanted more.

I ground my teeth across my lip and whispered, “Are you ready for this?”

She laughed, the sound born out of pure nervousness.

I was learning all of her noises.

What they meant.

And this one was so obvious.

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