Page 126 of Lunar Crest University

She’s so fucking beautiful, and she’s mine. And this house—it’sours. Everything has fallen into place over the past few months. Finley wanted to stay in Lunar Crest to be close to both of our families and because, as it turns out, Oscar had left Celestial Reads to her. The whole thing—he wanted her to have it if something ever happened to him. As upset as she was over his death, it gave her the encouragement to choose what she wanted to do with her life.

She’s been renovating the café, revamping it into more of a bookstore than a coffee shop, and even doing her own writing on the side. Giving the place a facelift and being around so many books inspired her, I suppose, and I was happy to help. Seeing her so excited about something…I’d do anything she asked me to. I even went as far as making sure she had an entire office in our new home to do whatever she pleased: read, write,anything.

I took a sabbatical from teaching, but I’m starting again this fall. She’ll be running Celestial Reads and writing in her spare time, so I decided I’d return to Lunar Crest University. She wouldn’t be my student anymore, and we could continue to openly be together in public without all the added worries.

Leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her.“You look beautiful.”

Her green eyes flicker to me in the mirror as she smiles.

“When do we have to leave?” I ask.

My cock is straining against my slacks from just looking at her. She can’t look this good without me getting a taste of her.

Pursing her lips, she gives a little shrug as she goes back to inspecting herself closely. “Probably in about twenty minutes or so. I want to make sure we’re early and give myself time to figure out where I need to go.”

Pushing from the doorframe, I walk up behind her, gripping her hips and smirking as she lets out a small squeak. The sound quickly transforms into a moan as my lips connect with her neck, trailing slow kisses up the base toward her jaw.

“Perfect,” I mumble against her skin. “All I need is five.”

“No, no, no,” she laughs, tugging at my hands. “I just perfected my face and my hair. You’re not messing up all my work.”

“I won’t touchthose.”

“Luca,” she groans as I nip at her throat.

Lifting my head until my lips graze her ear, I peek up at her reflection in the mirror with a shit-eating grin. “Promise,” I rasp. “Just need to taste you,Princesa.”

She arches her back into me despite the skeptical frown that takes over her face. “Five minutes?”

“Five minutes.”

With a defeated groan, she shoves me back with her ass as she twirls around in my hold, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kisses me swiftly. My fingers dig into her waist as I hoist her up on the sink, breaking the kiss so my facial hair doesn’t mess up herwork. Her full lips part as she watches me from behind heavy lids, anxious to see what I’ll do next.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I instruct, hiking her dress up until it’s bunched around her hips. “Wider.”

She does as she’s told, and I fall to my knees before her, tugging her to the edge of the countertop as I gaze up at her from my spot between her thighs. Her pink bottom lip slips between her teeth as she grips the sink until her knuckles are white, and I can’t help but laugh breathlessly at her anticipation. Pressing my lips to her inner thigh, I don’t take my eyes off her as she shudders from my touch.

I hook my fingers into her black thong, tugging them down her legs and over her heels before kissing my way back up her porcelain skin.

“You could skip it,” I murmur. “They mail the diplomas anyway.”

“I’mnotskipping.”

My thumb traces the pink scar on top of her thigh before I drag my tongue up her leg, my nose grazing her clit ever so faintly. She writhes under the feathery touch, and her thighs threaten to squeeze around me, but I keep them open with my hands.

“I can’t persuade you?” I tease.

“Luca,” she growls, bucking her hips. “Stop talking and put your mouth on me?—”

She chokes on her words as I bring my mouth down on her perfect cunt, flattening my tongue against her as I finally taste her. As she leans back on her elbows, her eyes squeeze shut as moans filter through her lips. Her sweet arousal explodes across my tongue as I suckle her, snaking my hand underneath her thigh so I can wrap it around and press my thumb to her swollen clit. Her hips roll against my mouth, and her legs shake faintly as I devour her.

“Oh,fuck,” Finley cries out. “Yes, Luca.”

I love hearing her say my fucking name.

My thumb circles her clit as I lick and slurp in a frenzied mess against her, eager to pull more moans from her lips. One of her hands comes off the counter and threads through my hair, gripping it tightly as she tries to make me put more pressure on her with my tongue.

“Right there, right there, right there,” she chokes out, bucking into me desperately as she chases her high. “Don’tstop. Just like that, baby.Please.”

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