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Saliva drips down my chin as I feast on her, and the sounds of her moans and my lips suckling on her fill the room. Her movements become unsteady as her thighs tighten around me, and I know she’s going to come. Her breath comes out in staccato pants as she jerks underneath me, and at the very last second, I come off her cunt with a loudpop. Strumming my hand across her clit, I watch with a proud smirk as she comes, squirting all over my face and the freshly-steamed button-up I’ll have to change now, but I don’t give a fuck.

I’d wear it to the ceremony like this if she’d let me—let everyone see how my fucking girl marked me.

“Shit!” she whines. “Holyshit.”

Like music to my ears.

Her body collapses fully onto the sink as her chest heaves with exhausted pants, and when her eyes finally open, they widen. A hand hovers over her mouth in shock as her gaze flickers from my clothes back to my face, back and forth a few times before she giggles.

“Oh my God,” she says into her palm. “You have tochangeand clean your face. Hurry up. Go, go, go.”

She tries to rush me as she scrambles from the counter, but I stand, pressing into her as I pin her between me and the sink. My hands rest on either side of her as I peer down at her pink cheeks and the smile she’s trying to hide.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” I play dumb as I cock my head down at her. “My face? You don’t like my face?”

She rolls her eyes as she shoves my chest meekly. “Luca, you havemeall over your face. All overyou. There’s no way you’re leaving like this.”

“I like it.”

“No.”

“It’s like a new moisturizer?—”

Grabbing a hand towel, she whacks me in the face with it as she scoffs dramatically. She wriggles from my hold as she inspects herself in the mirror again. “Ten minutes, and then we’re leaving,sir. You better change, or you’re not going.”

I wipe my face off with the towel she hit me with as I watch her pull her panties back up her legs, readjusting her dress and giving herself a once over. Her after-sex look is always my favorite: wide eyes, dilated pupils, flushed cheeks. She’s a fucking masterpiece. I can’t stop looking at her as I unbutton my dress shirt, walking up behind her to press a kiss to her bare shoulder as I shimmy out of the button-up.

“Te amo, mi amor,” I whisper.

She twists slightly, peering up at me as she gives me a sweet smile, one that reaches her eyes, making them crinkle just before she scrunches her nose. Reaching her hand up, she cups my cheek before running her fingers through my facial hair and gripping my chin tentatively. My heart always reacts like it’s the first time she’s touching me when she does stuff like this, always trying to beat out of my chest to get to her.

“I love you too.”

Epilogue: Part Two

FINLEY

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11TH, 2024

Rapping my knuckles against Luca’s open office door, I watch as his head lifts from the papers on his desk to peer up at me standing in the doorway. The sight of him in his usual professor attire, grading papers as he sits behind his desk, makes my heart flutter in my chest. It has been nearly a year since I was one of his students, and for a moment, I forgot just how hot he looked like this: glasses perched on his nose, maroon-colored tie around his neck, and the dim glow of the lamp illuminating his features.

“Hi,” I say, walking into the small office and placing my palms on top of the wooden desk as I lean down to press a kiss to his lips. “The car is all packed and ready for us to head to your mom’s.”

His sister, Emilia, had gotten engaged to her longtime boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, and they were having an engagement party this weekend at his mother’s house. So, we decided to pack up at the last minute and stay the whole weekend after Luca got done with classes today.

Luca hums, reaching out to grip my sweater as he pulls me around the desk toward him. He doesn’t stop until he has pulled me into his lap, and I’m straddling his waist as my skirt hikes up my thighs. His hands snake underneath, gripping my ass as a low growl rumbles through his chest.

“Luca,” I scold breathlessly as he kisses my neck. “The door is wide open.”

“You’re right,” he says, lifting me from his lap as he stands. Gripping my waist, he spins me around swiftly, bending me over the desk with a slap across my ass. “Stay here.”

“Yes, sir.”

My hands splay out against the wood as I peek over my shoulder, watching as he walks toward the door and closes it. His fingers reach down to twist the lock, and my stomach flips when his dark eyes meet mine.

“Missed you today.” His voice is low as he approaches me, pushing my skirt up around my waist, putting me on full display before him.

“Did you?” I ask coolly.

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