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Roman gave a sound of amusement. "I think your Dad is sufficiently occupied."

I glanced up at Roman in puzzlement. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing," he quickly said. "Just that he seemed to really be enjoying the party."

I groaned. "He's not drunk, is he?"

I felt his lips kiss my head. "No. Definitely not drunk."

I sighed in contentment, snuggling further into his arms. "Well, now that I'm graduated, I hope he won't give us a hard time anymore."

"Oh, I have a feeling he'll be very supportive of us from now on."

I frowned again. "Why does it feel like you're speaking in riddles?"

He laughed before turning me back under him. "It's nothing, baby. I'm just happy." He rubbed his nose against mine. "I just think your Dad understands our relationship now."

I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "I hope so."

Our kiss turned heated quickly, as it always did. I pushed him back and climbed on top. "I'm not done with you yet."

He grinned, gripping my hips and guiding my wet flesh over his hard cock. I threw my head back and moaned as I sunk down onto his big dick.

"We have a lifetime together, baby, and I still won't be done with you."

I couldn't wait.

Epilogue

ROMAN

Seven Years Later

A soft knock on the door had my cock stiffening behind my pants. I slowly placed my pen beside the papers I was grading. I leaned back in my chair and cleared my throat.

"Come in." My voice sounded gravelly, echoing around my office as I waited patiently for the doorknob to turn.

A dark head in pigtails peered around the door. Her small white teeth sunk into her pillowy bottom lip as she regarded me nervously.

My hands clenched, and my cock seeped out a little pre-come. But I held myself back and lifted a dismissive brow at her.

"My open door policy is between two and four PM. You're too late."

She took a deep breath. Instead of slinking off with an apology, she came further into the room, disobeying me. The naughty brat.

"P-please, Professor Drake," she whispered, twisting her hands before her.

I did a sharp inhale when I spied what she wore. A short pleated skirt and a thin white buttoned-up blouse. The material did nothing to hide the red lace bra underneath. I almost surged in my chair, needing to pace the halls to determine who exactly saw her walking to my office. But I held back. The flex of my fingers and the tic in my jaw was the only indicator that I was unhappy.

She knew what she was doing, too. Her lips pursed in nervousness, but her eyes sparkled with mischief, daring me to break.

Always tempting me.

Little did she know what I liked to do to naughty students.

"I had an emergency, so I couldn't get here in time." She stepped closer until the top of her crotch hit my desk. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my desk.

My eyes flicked down to her open shirt. Her cleavage heaved behind her bra, and she leaned her arms in, causing her big breasts to lift higher.