Page 60 of The Bachelor


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“I deserve a damn—”

“To come,” I said, cutting her off. “Do it. Now.”

Within a stroke, she was shuddering, her breathing much louder this time, the spasms inside her body shaking each of her muscles.

And mine.

“Camden …fuuuck.”

I drove into her pussy, twisting, turning, massaging her clit at the same time. “That’s it. Let me feel it.”

She rewarded me with an expression I wanted to lick off her face.

It was beautiful, making my dick ache to be inside her.

But it was also the type of enjoyment that came when you really knew someone’s body.

When you knew you had mastered their pleasure.

And that was what I’d done with Oaklyn.

“You’re fucking squeezing me,” I hissed. “Goddamn it.”

As she wriggled in the booth, I slowed my speed to a dull grind until I came to a halt.

I knew I could probably give her another orgasm, but at this point, I was sure her pussy was sore, and I didn’t want to overdo it. Scaring her was one thing; causing her pain was something entirely different.

I pulled my fingers out and put them straight into my mouth, sucking the wetness off. She was delicious—in the way she looked, in the way she tasted, in the way she smelled.

Is there a more perfect woman out there than Oaklyn Rose?

Fuck.

And what the fuck am I thinking?

“You conquered lesson two,” I said, occupying my mind so I didn’t concentrate on the way I was feeling. “I didn’t think you’d pull it off, not after the water incident, but you proved my ass wrong. How do you feel?”

Her foot dropped from my lap, and she settled herself in the booth, taking several breaths. “Like electricity is shooting through my body and I can’t stop it.”

I continued to gaze at her. “Do you want to?”

“No, but”—she surrounded her vodka with both hands—“this is the second time I’ve left you with this.” I felt the sudden touch of her foot against my erection. She ran her toes against it for only a second, and then she was gone. “Remember, my offer always stands.”

If she stayed here any longer, I would have her in the restroom. On her fucking knees. With her mouth open and her throat ready to take in my shaft.

It wasn’t time for that yet.

Hell, I wasn’t sure it would ever be time for that.

Because that would change everything.

It would make it about my pleasure, and that was a level we didn’t need to reach.

I nodded toward her glass. “Drink up.”

Her stare shifted to the vodka, and she took a long sip, setting the glass back down. “I have to drive. I think … I’m good.”

I nodded once more, this time toward the entrance of the restaurant. “It’s time to go, Oaklyn.”

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