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Four Months Later

“You ready?” Gunner asks me as he checks his tie in the mirror.

“Almost,” I say. When he turns, I push him back to sit on the bed before kneeling in front of him.

“Love, we have to go soon,” he laughs.

“Better come fast then, Professor Vega. You would not want me to be late for the last day of class with you?” I ask as I pull his cock free.

“Sucking my dick does not mean I will pass you. You still actually have to know the parts of the dick,” he laughs.

“I am appalled at the accusation, Gunner. I am just trying to get some last-minute studying in,” I grin. Before he can say anything, I take him down my throat and suck hard, making him groan deeply. He gathers my hair in his hand as he guides me down on his dick. He does not force me, but I want him to. I go slower and slower until he finally grunts his disapproval and stands and grips onto my head.

“Little brat,” he grumbles before he starts to fuck my throat hard and deep. I sit back on my heels and let him take me just how he likes. This is a happy day because after class, we will officially no longer be professor and student. He has opted to start his own practice for sex counseling, and I will be working for him. I am so excited to start our lives together, and this is just one of the many ways I like to thank him for helping me that night.

No one has seen or heard from Charlie Jensen, Charles Jensen, or Blaise Lawrence since the weekend of Valentine’s Day. No one seems to miss them either. They were horrific people who did terrible things. They got what they deserved, and everyone knows it. The theory on campus is that Charlie and his father skipped town when there was proof that he could not hide when he tried to drug me. No one seems to give a shit about Blaise.

I have my hands on his hips, gently stroking his skin as he violently thrust down my throat. He says that it is a mind fuck when I do things like that, but I think it is adorable the way he melts for me. When he starts to come, I greedily drink him down and do not stop sucking until he forces me off of him.

“Christ, woman. I am going to be thinking about that fucking mouth all damn day today,” he says as he pulls me up.

“Think about how you are going to bend me over your desk again after class,” I say sweetly, going up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

“I’ll be hard if I think about that,” he says.

“No pitching tents in class, Professor Vega,” I giggle.

“You are so silly,” he laughs.

“Can I tell you something?” I ask.

“Absolutely.”

“I want to get my birth control removed,” I say carefully.

“Oh, pretty girl, I am going to fucking breed you if you do that. I want my baby in your belly,” he says matter-of-factly.

“I want to get it taken out and I want you to breed me,” I say. “I want forever because I am in love with you. I am in love with us. I am not afraid to admit that I have fallen for you.”

“Baby,” he says, cupping my cheek. “I fell for you the moment you texted me. I love you too, Mila.”

“Let’s go to class,” I say happily, kissing him once more.

We go through our usual routine, where he helps me to my car, and I drive to campus. No one has ever questioned where I have been staying or with whom. In part, I can understand how our relationship is forbidden. I don’t think everyone could separate school life from home life, but we do. When we are in class, he is not my boyfriend. I am simply a student, and he helps me at the same standard as everyone else. That’s not to say that he doesn’t help me study, but he doesn’t give me the answers.

I have been so determined to not end up like my parents that I’m so calm natured when it comes to arguing. I refuse to raise my voice, even when I’m mad at him. It’s only happened once, and it was a misunderstanding and lack of communication for both of us. We talked through things and then fucked like wild animals. We never go to bed mad at each other and we always make time to talk about the important things. That doesn’t stop him from fucking me nearly unconscious multiple times a day. I think my favorite part is when he fucks me in his office before class, because then I sit there for the entirety of the lesson with his come inside me. A few times, he has managed to immediately take me back to his office so that he can lay me out on his desk and eat my pussy to clean him out of me. The first time he did it, I was so taken aback that it was incredibly hard for me to come. When he did get me there, he then proceeded to make me come three more times before stopping.

I’m so fucking in love with this man that I would do anything for him. I knew from the moment he showed up in that alleyway that being with him would be forever. He is an incredible man, and I want nothing more than to grow old with him. I know someone would say that he took advantage of me, but he didn’t. We communicate, and he always ensures that I am well aware that I’m not stuck with him. He ensures that I have independence, but that doesn’t stop him from watching me closely to make sure that I am safe. That alone is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me.

Gunner and Veronica are my entire life and I am so incredibly lucky to have the support I do from the both of them. In the end, I know it will always be us and the incredible life that we have built. I think my favorite part is how well Veronica and Gunner get along. I was afraid that he would find her immature and abrasive, but she is the furthest thing from it. She is the strongest woman I have ever met, and it feels truly like a blessing to be her friend

When I get to campus, I check my mail at the dorm before going to class. Gunner is sitting at the desk in the front of the room lost in his laptop.

“Hey,” I say to Veronica as I sit down.

“Hey!” she says happily. “How are you?”

“Great,” I smile. “I… am getting my birth control taken out…”

“Oh my God!” she squeals loudly.

“Shhh,” I laugh and smack her arm.

“Ladies,” Gunner says simply, not looking up.

“Sorry, Professor Vega,” I say sweetly.

“Kiss ass,” Veronica whispers.

“He has to be nice. I sucked his cock an hour ago,” I whisper back, making her grin.

“I am going to pass out the tests. I’ll be walking around, so keep your eyes on your own paper,” Gunner says as he stands. “When you finish, I will grade them immediately. If you get a passing grade, you are officially out of my class. Does anyone have any questions?”

When no one answers him, he starts to pass out the test. He intentionally gives me my test last to ensure that it is not one that I have seen him working on before. I flip open the test and start, confident that I know the material.

I take my time and go through each question. When I get to the section about anatomy, I have to fight back the urge to laugh. I very much know the parts of the anatomy now. Gunner is a smartass and makes me tell him all of the different parts as he touches me or has me touch him. It’s oddly helpful to have hands on experience, but it also makes me incredibly horny knowing what I am associating with these questions. As I am labeling the penis chart, Gunner walks past and nudges me. When I look up at him, he simply winks and walks on. My face heats with a blush as I continue working on my test.

I get through the entire test and go back through my answers before I look up. About half the class is done and has left the room already, so I stand and go to the front. “Are you done, Mila?”

“I am,” I smile.

He smirks and takes my test from me before scanning it in so the computer can grade it. I see the screen come up and say that I passed, and we both grin.

“Congratulations, Mila. You are no longer my student,” he says.

“Mmm. What a shame,” I grin. “See you after class?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he says as he stares at my body in a way that makes it obvious to everyone that something is going on. “Have a seat and wait for the others to get done.”

I sit in the chair beside his desk and wait for everyone to get done. One by one, they all complete their test, but no one is leaving. It is like they are waiting to see what he is going to do and why I am still sitting here. Veronica intentionally takes her time completing the test, but eventually it gets done and brings it up to Gunner.

“Congratulations, Veronica,” Gunner says as he stands. “Didn’t expect to have quite the audience for this.”

“Oh, shit!” Veronica says happily when Gunner walks around his desk and offers me his hand. When I gently place my hand into his, he pulls me up and grabs my face to kiss me hard. The few remaining students whistle and clap, almost as though they had seen something between us all along.

“Let’s not put on too big of a show,” Gunner says to me. “Care to join me in my office?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I say, already drunk on the look he is giving me. “I could definitely go for an anatomy refresher.”

“Awe. Come on. We all want the refresher,” Veronica says teasingly.

“I’m sure Jude will be happy to give you a refresher,” he laughs. “Have a good summer, everyone. I have some personal things to attend to now.”

Gunner all but drags me out of the room and into his office. I shut the door, and he immediately picks me up and lays me across his desk. He is moving like he has a limited time as he pulls my panties off and spreads my legs. “Fuck, I love this pussy,” he groans as he buries his face between my legs. I grip onto his hair and moan as I arch off his desk, not caring if anyone hears now. He sucks on me hard and pulls an orgasm out of me in record time. He does not even move my body as he pulls his cock out and slams into me.

“Oh, Gunner!” I cry out.

Mid-stroke, he leans over and grabs something out of the drawer of his desk before he lays it on my chest. I groan and fumble with the small box but smile when I see it’s a ring. “Marry me, Mila. Be my wife.”

“Yes! Oh, God! Yes. I will marry you,” I say happily with a moan as he pushes in deeply. He smiles sweetly before bringing my legs to his shoulder and leaning in to rail me harder. My forbidden Valentine is no longer forbidden, my valentine is now my husband-to-be, and everything has fallen into place. I could not be happier. It all started with a horrific date and clicking on the wrong contact. No matter how much Charlie took that night, Gunner gave it back to me.