The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

Oaklyn

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s I licked the last bite of chocolate off my spoon and stared at Camden across the table, the flames from the candle flickering across his face, heat began to pour into my cheeks.

Dinner had finally come to an end.

It wasn’t that we had rushed through the meal or that I wished for it to be over.

I was just anxious about what was going to happen next. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and my skin was a reflection of those thoughts.

Out of all the amazing restaurants in Sedona, we’d decided to eat at the hotel, where I’d already had a reservation. It was highly rated with an excellent menu. But most importantly, it was in the lobby of the hotel, allowing us to just go downstairs to eat after the long day we’d had. Aside from traveling, we’d hiked the Cathedral Rock Trail and observed the gorgeous landscape of the stunning desert, and then we went for a two-hour deep-tissue massage, followed by a mud scrub.

Once we got back from the spa, Camden asked if I wanted to just order room service and stay in. But I knew we’d be naked before the food got delivered and we’d never get the chance to eat, and after the hiking and spa, we had really needed food.

And I’d needed wine.

“This was delicious,” I whispered and set my spoon down. “Probably the best cake I’ve ever had.”

“Ironically, I know the pastry chef.” He lifted his vodka, taking a sip, and then kept his hand wrapped around the glass when he placed it back on the table. “Macon’s uncle, who is also Jenner’s soon-to-be father-in-law, Walter Spade, is dating a woman who’s a baker. Gloria had a bakery in Miami and then opened a second one in LA, a third in Utah inside the Spade Hotel, and now, she supplies the desserts for every Spade Hotel across the country.”

“Wow.” I finished the rest of my wine. “The few times I’ve met Walter, I’ve noticed one thing about him. The man is an absolute perfectionist, so if Gloria wasn’t outstanding at what she does, she wouldn’t have earned this role.” I pointed at the plate. “I can attest, the cake is just beyond.”

“She’s good, I know. And it’s a hell of a small world because Gloria is Brett Young’s mother. I’m sure you’ve met Brett at one of Dominick’s parties. They’re best friends, and Brett and his fiancee, James, come to a lot of the Dalton functions.”

“Ummm, James Ryne?” I laughed. “Who hasn’t heard of her? She’s only the most popular actress in Hollywood and also the sweetest. Yes, we’ve met a couple of times.” I leaned into the edge of the table. “Whether you’ve noticed me there or not, Hannah has brought me to just about everything. I’m sorta like an extended Dalton at this point.” I lifted my spoon, eating off the tiniest piece of chocolate left on there.

“I’ve always noticed you, Oaklyn. You’re fucking impossible to miss. I just couldn’t act on it.”

“I know.” I nodded. “For some reason, Hannah didn’t mention that Gloria had opened a shop in LA. Now that I know this, things could become dangerous.” I smiled.

He laughed. “Don’t let Hannah know you’re cheating on her with Gloria. My sister gets a little possessive when it comes to her desserts.”

“If Gloria makes Nutella brownies, I might have to break up with your sister.” I smiled, but inside, that thought hurt.

I wasn’t going to let my brain go there tonight, to think about Hannah and our friendship and the secrets I’d been keeping from her. Today had been too magical, and seeing Camden in the suite once I’d opened the door was the surprise of a lifetime. Something I’d never have expected in a million years.

But having him here, experiencing this trip with me, the moments and memories, were just what I needed before the truth was confessed.

Probably what we both needed.

I set my spoon down once again and reached across the table, linking my fingers over his. “Let’s get out of here.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

His eyes narrowed, his teeth grinding his lip. “You’re ready to be alone with me?”

“Camden”-I added my other hand to our pile of fingers-“I was ready the night I made the proposition. I never told you this, but early the next morning, I climbed out of bed, making sure I didn’t wake Hannah, who was sleeping next to me, and I tiptoed to her room, where you’d spent the night. I was going to tell you I didn’t want to wait the year. I wanted to do it now. But you were already gone.”

“You saw me plenty of times after that. Why didn’t you say anything on any of those occasions?”

I shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t have the nerve. It’s intimidating to tell the man you’ve been fantasizing about for over half your life that you want him to take your virginity.”

The way he stared at me was making me wet.

“And now?”

“Now,” I whispered, gazing at him through my eyelashes, “I’m demanding it.”

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His sound was similar to a growl, and he called our waiter over and requested the bill.

Once it arrived, he signed his name across the bottom, charging the meal to our room, and we were immediately on our feet, his hand on my lower back as we walked to the elevator.

Since we weren’t alone, we were silent during the ride.

But Camden’s hands were far from quiet as he stood behind me, holding my navel, running up and down my sides, reaching across my chest to graze my nipple.

Inconspicuous, but dominant.

Powerful.

Maybe my body was preparing for what was about to come.

Maybe I was just more than ready.

But every touch, every breath I felt him exhale, made me tingle more.

I was lit.