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“Now, if you’re going to lecture me about loopholes in university policies, you better be prepared to show me a marriage certificate before the loopholes close.”

“Will do.” Relief floods through me.

“And don’t think I’ll fall for any shenanigans. Only one of you can marry her. Do I want to know how you plan to address that?”

“You’ll either accept us as a package deal or replace two professors. Your choice,” I boldly throw out there. I stop short of adding that he’ll lose his top student.

“Get a marriage certificate on my desk, and make sure there are no future incidents.”

Emboldened by our problems being solved, I wink at him. “We’ve sorted that out already. Sterling will be her husband, and I’ll—”

Sterling scrambles to cut me off. “I think... well... Do you want me to actually put the marriage certificate on your desk or is giving it to your secretary fine?”

The dean leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. “To my secretary will be fine. And no more... encounters in supply closets, even if you’re married. Is that clear?”

Sterling and Mila exchange a glance, and I almost can’t control my laughter.

“Actually,” Mila says, her voice stronger now, “We weren’t having sex. I was telling them that I’m pregnant.”

The dean’s eyes widen, as do mine and Sterling’s. I can’t help but smirk at her boldness and the dean’s discomfort.

“Maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions,” I add, unable to resist. “It’s not like we just run around having sex everywhere.”

In a fluster, he dismisses us.

On the way out the door, I whisper to Mila, “I need to fuck you right now.”

“We should probably at least wait until we’re out of his office.”

I’m not convinced she’s right, but she is pretty damn smart—one of the many things I love about her.

Epilogue

Mila

I’m settling in for the night, unsure of why my men had the nanny stay for the evening. It’s not every day that a girl ends up living with two hot professors, who make sure she’s more than cared for, but I’m not complaining. Well, I am a little, because right now, I’m alone and they’re both off doing who knows what.

A text comes into the group chat from Daddy: Dress up as my naughty schoolgirl and send me a pic.

I pout. It’s late. Apparently, the nanny wasn’t just to ensure my sleep isn’t interrupted. Again… I’m not exactly complaining… but I am having fun.

Me: I’m sleepy and I’m already in my pajamas, ready to cuddle up.

Daddy: Are you disobeying me?

Torn between wanting a spanking and wanting to find out what Daddy’s up to, I sigh and slip into a short plaid skirt, a button-up top, knee-high socks, and of course, my roller skates.

Unbuttoning the top few buttons, I adjust my cleavage, snap a photo, and send it before I rethink whether it was a good enough angle.

Daddy: A car will be there in 5. Get in and don’t ask questions.

Intrigued, I use the extra minutes to get my backpack. Unloading my books and binders, I toss in two different vibrators, a sleepshirt, and, after searching his office, a ruler.

Does my husband know what Daddy is up to? I bet they’re in on this together. I’m already wet anticipating what they could be planning.

I make my way outside and climb into the back of the waiting SUV. The driver doesn’t give anything away, no matter how much I pester him.

Then, as we pull up to the Aubergine Affair sex club, it clicks into place. I squeal, tell the driver to wait a second, and send a text: Too tired. Told the driver to take me home.

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