The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

“And who are we talking about?” Camden said, his hands on my waist, his face in my neck.

“Macon.” As I eyed Hannah, the feel of Camden caused goose bumps to rise across my whole body, his heat spreading right into me. “I was telling her how upset Macon is about missing our housewarming party.”

“I’m sure he’s really upset,” Camden said, chuckling, looking up from my neck, his hands moving to my navel. “That motherfucker is banging every chick in Hawaii.”

“Here’s what I don’t get,” Hannah said as Declan took a seat beside her. “Macon has all the money in the world. Access to the Spades’ fleet of jets whenever he wants them. And he can’t come back for your housewarming party? That’s fucked up.”

“It’s the women, baby.” Declan turned her face toward him. “He can’t leave the women.”

Her eyes rolled as she turned toward her brother. “That’s really why?”

“Who the fuck knows?” Camden muttered.

But I knew he was no longer paying attention.

He was too busy nuzzling my neck.

“He’s going to get the wrath of me the next time I see him,” Hannah said.

I had to give it to my best friend; she was the queen of playing everything off.

Not that her brother was even focused on her at this point.

He was far too infatuated with me.

His hands circled toward my ass, his lips lifting to my ear, where he whispered, “We need to go.”

I moved my mouth toward him. “Now?”

“Yes.” His voice was a heavy, deep growl.

I slowly looked at Hannah. “We’re going to call it a night.” I sucked in a breath as his hand dipped beneath the table to rub between my legs. He was testing me, in front of his sister-my God, he was ruthless. “The guys, as you know, have to be in early, and I have a project I have to finish when I get home.”

“Suuure you do, babe.” She smiled. “But I have to be in court in the morning, so early is probably not a bad thing.”

“Finally,” Camden hissed as Declan and Hannah climbed off their stools, “I get you all to myself.”

I clenched his fingers and gently pushed them away so I could stand, and I went over to Hannah, hugging my best friend good-bye before I moved on to Declan.

“You two be good,” Declan said, stretching his arm across Hannah’s shoulders.

Camden nodded at him. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Aren’t you following us out?” Hannah asked.

“In a minute,” Camden replied. “I’m going to use the restroom first.”

She smiled at us and waved, and when they were gone, his hands immediately went to my waist, and he turned me toward him, holding me close to his body.

I licked across my lips, taking in the handsome sight of my delicious boyfriend. “I thought you were going to eat me at the table.”

“I was about to.”

I traced my finger down his chest. “Insatiable. That’s what you are.”

“Mmm.” His gaze deepened and darkened. “I don’t think I can wait until I get home.”

My head tilted. “You mean … to be with me?”

He nodded.

“Camden, we live only fifteen minutes from here.”

“And?”

I laughed, but my voice instantly quieted when he took my hand and held it against his pocket, rubbing my palm over the hardness that was tucked inside there.

“Do you feel that?”

Based on the location in his pocket, the size, the texture that I could feel through his suit pants, I knew it wasn’t his dick.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

And the moment I realized what it was, my cheeks reddened.

“Yes”-I drew in more air-“I feel that.”

“It’s about to be inside you.”

Wetness was already between my legs, but it began to pool. “Here?”

“Here,” he grunted. “And right now.”

Camden

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hen I wanted my girl, I refused to wait. I didn’t care where we were. I didn’t care what time it was. All I knew was that I had no desire to get in my car, drive us home, knowing full well there was a good chance we’d hit LA traffic on the way.

What I wanted was her taste.

Her pussy pulsing around my cock.

And her fucking screams in my ears.

We came here every week, sometimes more. I was already familiar with the unlit alley that was between the bar and the building next to it, completely hidden from the street. It was where Oaklyn had given me a blow job.

And it was where I was taking her now.

With her hand locked in mine, I led her toward the restrooms and out the back door, taking her toward the narrow opening.

“I remember this spot all too well,” she said softly. “The night when everything changed.”

Once we were several paces into the darkness, I turned around and pulled her body against mine. “Physically, yes, since it’s the evening I took your mouth without it being a lesson. But mentally …” I ravished her lips, and when I pulled away, I finished, “You had me long before that night, baby.”

The moment my tongue entered, her sounds filled the quiet space around us. Oaklyn’s moan was light, needy, consuming. And every time I heard it, it made me go fucking wild.

I felt the air for the wall and pressed her back against it, holding her cheeks for just a second, locking our faces, while her hands gripped my shirt, like I was about to let her fall.

She knew better.

Her grasp just showed me how much she wanted me.

“I’m going to fucking devour you,” I roared.

I didn’t care how loud we were-the street out front would drown out all our noise.

I reached down, tracing the sides of her thighs, searching for the bottom of her dress. Once I was underneath it, I hissed as I touched her bare cunt. “No panties.” I gave her my lips again. “Did you know I was going to fuck you in this alley?” I swiped my thumb across her clit.