The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

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

Oh God.

What’s happening to me?

Is this a mistake?

Am I going to end up screaming in the middle of the dining room, and the whole scene will be captured on social media, where it will undoubtedly go viral and cause me to lose my job?

And my best friend?

Before I even lose my virginity?

Those were the thoughts nagging at me as I pulled into the parking lot at a painfully slow speed before idling in the parking spot for several minutes.

I was already five minutes late even though punctuality was one of my strongest suits. I just couldn’t shake the nerves. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Camden was going to do to me tonight.

He was a guy I’d known most of my life and one I’d been crushing on for almost as long. He’d already seen me naked, already watched me touch myself. Already seen me scream out an orgasm.

So, why did this suddenly feel so different?

Unlike the other evening, he was going to be the reason I came.

And in my head, that would change everything.

This was, without question, going to bring us closer.

But he’d warned me, challenged me that I wouldn’t be able to handle the emotional aspects of a physical relationship.

I needed to keep that in mind. I needed to just concentrate on the sexual acts. Once this evening was over, I couldn’t get myself wrapped up in the feelings.

Because if not, I was for sure going to get my heart broken.

Even if I sensed that was going to happen anyway.

And that was what I repeated in my head as I turned off my car and grabbed my purse and headed up to the restaurant entrance. I was greeted by the hostess the moment I stepped inside.

“Hi,” I said to her. “I’m meeting Camden Dalton. I’m not sure if he’s arrived yet.”

She glanced at her tablet. “Oh, yes, he’s here. Follow me.”

Nerves continued to shoot through my stomach as she led me into the main dining room and over to the side, where there were small booths that aligned the wall of windows.

There were two things I noticed immediately.

The first was Camden’s eyes and how quickly they found me. How they stayed on me. How they were unquestionably taking me in and devouring me.

A look that made all the thoughts in my head swirl even faster.

The other was that this dining room was packed with people. A full audience to watch what was about to go down. Camden obviously knew this restaurant and had chosen it for that reason.

I wondered what would happen if I failed a lesson.

Or if my silence the moment I came would be considered passing.

I attempted to fill my lungs, my feet feeling extremely heavy as I took the remaining steps to the table, the hostess shifting out of the way to give me room to sit.

“Is there anything I can get either of you before the waitress comes?”

Courage, I wanted to reply.

But I shook my head, as did Camden, and I set my purse on the corner of my chair before regaining eye contact with him. “Hi.”

He looked incredibly handsome, wearing a button-down shirt in a bright blue-the exact same color as his eyes. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the dark hair on his arms and leather bracelets that bound his wrist, balancing his Breitling with a little edge. There was an extra thickness to his scruff, and as he rubbed his palm over those whiskers, the scent of his cologne came wafting over. So did his long legs as he extended them far beyond the center of the table, and when I crossed mine, my bare calf grazed his jeans.

That brief bit of contact caused a flutter.

One that, once ignited, didn’t let up.

“You’re late,” he responded, his gaze narrowing as he stared at me. “Traffic or nerves?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I laughed, waiting for a lightness to enter my chest.

But it never came.

“What would make you think I’m nervous?”

He placed his arms on the table and leaned into them. “In the next hour, I’m going to reach underneath this table and touch your clit. That’s where I’m going to start. Rubbing it in every direction, feeling it harden, making it so fucking wet. And then I’m going to give you one of these”-he stretched out his fingers, emphasizing their length-“which are far longer than yours, and I’m going to make you feel so good that you’re going to stop breathing. You’re going to do everything in your power not to scream while every man in this room is looking at you. Do you know why?”

I gasped when his shoe touched my ankle, the sensation so unexpected, especially as he lifted the brushed leather up the back of my calf.

“Because you’re the most gorgeous woman in here, Oaklyn. That’s why.”

His compliment soared right through my chest.

I pressed myself for a response. For a way to express the way he’d just made me feel.

Anything.

But I had nothing.

Except for wetness.

There was already so much of that.

“I know you’ve been thinking about how you’re going to stop yourself from reacting in front of everyone in here and what it’s going to be like to look me in the eyes while I finger-fuck your pussy.” He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Do you know how I know that?” As he took a breath, his stare intensified. “I’m reading the way you’re breathing, your eye contact, the movement in your hands, shoulders, your back, like you’re on the stand and I’m cross-examining you.” His gaze lowered down my chest, stopping at the edge of the table, where he couldn’t see any further, and rose back up. “You can tell me it was traffic. You can say your nonexistent dog stole your car keys or you got lost on your way here even though you followed your Maps app, but you’re as timely as me, and I can see the nerves all over you.”

“Welcome. I’m Kimmy. What can I get you to drink?”

To drink?

What’s even happening right now?

From the moment Camden had started talking, he’d sucked me into a cloud of scorching heat, and I’d forgotten everything, including that we were even in a restaurant.

I quickly glanced to my right, seeing the server, smiling, waiting for an answer to her question.