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Roman

Eight months later:

The last creative writing class of the semester wraps with the usual shuffle of backpacks and half-muttered goodbyes. Students move down the aisles of the lecture hall, each one dropping a final assignment on the desk in front of me before making their escape.

I offer the same quiet “Thank you” to each of them, nodding like the picture of professional composure.

Crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled, ink on my knuckles from where my pen exploded earlier. Classic. Predictable.

Until her.

She appears at the very end of the line, waddling just a little beneath the weight of the baby she’s about to bring into this world. My baby. Our baby.

Callie’s wearing a fitted black dress that hugs every curve she used to be shy about, her belly round and heavy, her breasts full and luscious.

Her hair’s in a braid over one shoulder.

Her engagement ring catches the overhead lights like a flash grenade, and she does nothing to hide it.

It’s like she’s proud of it. Of me. Of us.

I can’t even speak when she steps up and places her paper on the stack. Instead of turning away, she leans in just a little, mischief glowing in her eyes like a lit match.

“Enjoy this one, professor.”

She grins and walks away with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips that makes my pulse throb in my neck.

I sit there, jaw tight, trying not to make a sound as every part of me wakes up.

Fuck.

Even after eight months with her in my life, I still can’t believe I’ve been so lucky.

We found out she was pregnant less than a month after I made her mine, and I’d dropped straight to my knee and asked her to marry me.

I’d had the ring for two weeks before that, and I’d only been waiting for the perfect time to give it to her.

No time had been more perfect than the moment when she’d come out of the bathroom, her face streaked with happy tears while her smile lit up her face, telling me that a part of me had already taken root inside her.

Of course, she’d said yes without hesitation.

Now she lives with me, her first book about to hit the shelves. It’s blown up already, with many reviewers calling it the most anticipated debut of the century. My woman is going to be a fucking huge success and I can’t wait to see it.

And as soon as the semester ends, and our baby has arrived, we’re flying out to see her family. Getting married there. Just like she always wanted.

It’ll be small. Intimate. And absolutely perfect.

And we haven’t heard another word from Gideon Marks after he agreed to pay Callie a huge sum of money in an out of court settlement.

Hopefully the fucker has learned his lesson and won’t try that again, but just in case, I’ve made sure to spread the word about him far and wide in the publishing world.

I reach for the stack of papers, still half-lost in thoughts of Callie. But I can’t resist glancing down at the top sheet, smiling to myself when I see her familiar handwriting.

The title catches my attention instantly: Extra Credit.

I blink slowly, then start reading.

The first paragraph alone is enough to make my grip on the paper tighten. By the end of the second, my dick is painfully hard.

There is no mistaking who this story is about, even though she hasn’t used names. It’s us. In explicit detail.

Jesus.

The professor with a reputation for being cold and unreadable. The student who’s been testing his patience all semester by wearing clothes that show off every goddamn delicious curve of her body. And the office hours meeting that turns into anything but professional.

And then there’s the last paragraph, where fictional Callie is spread across my desk, begging me to breed her all over again because she wants to feel full for days.

I close my eyes and inhale slowly. Exhale even slower.

I stand abruptly, paper clenched in my hand, blood already pounding with dark, feral heat.

The hallway outside the lecture hall is mostly quiet, a few voices echoing in the distance. I scan the corridor like a predator searching for prey.

And there she is, leaning against the wall across from the classroom, scrolling on her phone like she didn’t just hand me porn about us as her final assignment.

My pregnant, radiant, utter menace of a fiancée.

She looks up as I approach, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Read it already?” she asks, voice innocent.

I don’t slow my pace. Don’t blink. Just stalk towards her with single-minded intent.

“You are a filthy little tease,” I growl, the words hot and low.

She shrugs, and her smile widens a little more.

“I just wanted to make sure you still find me attractive,” she says sweetly. “After all, I am about the size of a beached whale these days.”

My snarl is barely restrained. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m still just as addicted to you now as I was the first time I saw you. Maybe more.”

I step in close, crowding her against the wall, pressing my palm to the curve of her belly.

She sucks in a soft breath. “Maybe you need to prove it,” she says, her voice little more than a whimper.

I take her hand and drag her down the hall. My office door slams shut behind us. The lock clicks into place. And whatever little restraint I had, disappears completely.

I push her back until she bumps against the edge of the desk, her face flushed, her eyes already hooded with lust.

“You want me to prove it?” I murmur, pressing myself against her.

“Yes,” she gasps, arching her back as I bring one hand up to cup her heavy breast.

“You want me to show you exactly how crazy you make me?”

“God, yes.”

I lift her onto the desk, pushing aside the books and pens and papers that are in the way, and then I’m tugging her panties down her legs, spreading her wide and stepping in between her thighs.

My cock strains against my slacks, aching and ready. But I don’t pull it out. Not yet. Instead, I grind the hard bulge against her pussy, feeling the wet heat of her through my pants.

“Feel that, baby?” I ask, moving my hips slowly, teasing her. “That’s what you do to me. Every single day. I can’t think about anything else. All I want is to bend you over the nearest flat surface and fuck you until you scream.”

She moans, her head falling back, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Please, Roman.”

“Please what?” I ask, tugging her dress up and over her head, throwing it carelessly on the floor. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

She arches her back, offering her bare breasts to me. “I want you,” she gasps. “Please. Make me come. I’m so wet, Roman.”

I lower my mouth to her nipples, sucking and licking, biting just hard enough to make her cry out. My cock throbs in response, and I can’t hold back any longer. I unzip my pants, freeing my aching cock, and slide it along her slick folds.

“You want this?” I ask, pushing the tip just inside her.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please.”

I want to tease her more, drive her just as wild as she drives me when she tortures me with those filthy little stories. But I can’t wait. The lure of her tight, wet little cunt is too strong to ignore for long.

So I thrust into her, hard and deep, making her cry out.

“This is what you do to me, baby,” I growl, pulling out and slamming back into her. “You make me lose control. You make me so fucking crazy for you.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine.

“Yes,” she moans, her breath hitching with every stroke. “God, Roman. Yes.”

I fuck her harder, deeper, my hands gripping her hips tightly. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, echoing off the walls.

“Look at you,” I whisper. “My perfect girl. So sexy. So beautiful.”

My hands roam over her swollen stomach, her heavy breasts, her thick thighs. She is a goddess, a siren, a temptation that never fails to drive me wild.

And when her orgasm comes, crashing through her, she is a fucking revelation.

Her body goes rigid, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back. And then she’s shaking, crying out my name, her cunt clenching around my cock, drawing me into the maelstrom with her.

“Fuck,” I groan, my own release barreling through me like a runaway train.

I bury myself inside her, emptying myself in hot spurts, marking her, claiming her, giving her everything she wants.

We stay there for a moment, panting, gasping, lost in the aftermath of pleasure. And when I finally pull out, I can’t help but stare.

My cum leaks from her cunt, dribbling down onto my desk, and I’m already half-hard again just from the sight.

“Goddamn, baby,” I murmur. “You’re incredible.”

She giggles, and when I drag my eyes up to her face, she’s smiling shyly at me. “Okay, you proved it pretty well,” she says, her voice still breathless.

“Oh, baby,” I growl. “I’ve barely even started proving anything yet.”

Her smile widens, and she lets out a sigh that is pure satisfaction.

“I love you, Roman.”

“I love you, too.”

And I always will.