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“I’m going to do that to you every day for the rest of our lives. I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to be weak in the knees night and day from the way I touch you,” he growls in my ear, nipping at my lobe with his teeth. I sigh as I come down from the high.

“But how? How are we going to make this work? My Dad…”

“I’ll deal with him,” he murmurs. “Don’t worry, Cora. We’re going to be fine. It’s you and me against the world.”

I so desperately want that to be true. I care about my Dad, but what I have with Dylan is something irreplaceable. I can’t give it up just because my Dad doesn’t approve. And when he eventually finds out, I’ll just have to face the consequences. I kiss Dylan and he pulls me into him. His protective arms around me feel so good. I want him again, but I know that sense dictates that we get back to the party. I sigh.

“We should go and show our faces before things get suspicious.”

“Alright, but the second the party is over, I’m climbing back in through your window so we can finish what we just started,” Dylan growls. I giggle and our lips meet again.

“I like the sound of that.”

We get dressed, but it takes a long time when we both keep stopping to touch one another, to kiss, and to drive each other wild. By the time I finally have all of my clothes back on, Dylan is still half-dressed in just his trousers, his shirt hanging open as he pins me up against the wall. His hand moves back up my dress.

“The party…” I breathe, but I’m not putting up a fight as his fingers run over my core once again.

“Fuck the party,” Dylan growls. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Our eyes meet and I feel a rush move through me as we kiss again. But as we do, the door bursts open and someone comes in. I gasp in shock when I see who it is.

“Dad?”Dylan

The Dean stands in the doorway to Cora’s bedroom, his mouth hanging open. Even as the sounds of the party continues downstairs, the silence in the room feels heavy. I stand in front of Cora protectively. If there’s going to be a fight, I’m ready for it. I’m ready to do anything to keep her in my life.

“Dad...you shouldn’t be here,” Cora says in horror, adjusting her dress. Her father looks so angry that I have no idea what he might be capable of. He clearly knows exactly what he’s just walked in on.

“What did I tell you about staying away from my daughter?” he hisses, his voice low and quiet. Cora’s hand slips into mine and I stand my ground, glaring back at the Dean.

“I couldn’t do that,” I growl. “Your daughter is too important to me. You’d understand that if you let us prove that what’s going on between me and Cora is real.”

“Real? It’s sick. You’re supposed to be her teacher. You’re supposed to guide her in class, not guide her into bed,” he snarls. He turns to Cora. “And as for you, I can’t believe you’d entertain this. I thought you were smarter than this, Cora.”

“You don’t understand,” Cora says. She’s shaking but holds her ground. “I’m in love with him, Dad. This isn’t some dumb fling. I know how it must seem to you, but we’re committed to one another. I’m sorry I had to lie to you about it, but you didn’t give me any choice.”

Her father shakes his head at her. “All this time...all this time Cora, I’ve been trying to protect you. I’ve had to raise you alone, but I always thought that I did a good job...now I’m questioning that entirely.”

“Why? Because she dared to fall in love? To give her emotions to someone who feels exactly the same?” I say. The Dean’s eyes meet mine, full of fire.

“Because she’s claiming to be in love with someone she’s known for less than a week. Because she’s claiming to love someone twice her age...someone old enough to be her father! Because she’s fallen into a predatory trap set by her own teacher. Have you both lost your minds? I should report you, Dylan.”

“No!” Cora cries out. “This relationship was a choice. Just because it’s not what you’d do it doesn’t make it less valid.”

“He’s still your professor,” the Dean snaps. “It’s against university protocol for professors to have relationships with their students.” He glares at me. “You’re fired.”

“Don’t!” Cora cries, but I shake my head.

“It’s fine,” I hiss. “The job doesn’t matter. So long as I have you, nothing else is important.”

“If you think I’m letting you anywhere near Cora again, you’ve got another thing coming,” the Dean growls. Cora steps forward.

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