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“I want to make you cum so hard, professor,” she moans. “I want you to become addicted to me.”

“Shut up and ride me, girl.”

Olivia throws her head back and groans as I pinch her nipple. She rocks against my groin, and I’m now even deeper inside her.

She’s so giving.

I’ve truly never felt like this with any other girl. I really haven’t. Olivia Weldon has flown into my life and hascompletelyaltered it in ways I could never have once envisaged.

“This feelsincredible,” she gasps. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum...”

“Do it for me, girl,” I snarl back. “I’ll cum only when you cum. You fuck me the way you want.”

We both climax in unison. Olivia lets out a long sigh as I close my eyes and bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. She leans over and kisses me again. My hand runs through her hair, refusing to let our kiss go.

She lies down next to me, and we spend the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms.

60

OLIVIA

I wake up,but Spencer is not beside me in his bed. I look around at the dark bedroom. There’s no sign of him having just been here except for the rumbled sheets on the other side of the bed.

But then I start to hear muffled voices outside the door. Rubbing my tired eyes, I make my way through the house toward the voices.

Toward the kitchen.

Where Spencer is currently making pancakes at the counter; his daughter sitting on a chair watching him. She’s laughing at a silly joke he’s made.

“And that’s why I make the best darn pancakes in the whole wide world,” my professor says as he hands Daisy a plate stacked high with them. Her face bursts into another happy giggle.

They don’t notice me standing there in the doorway admiring them. It’s so cute seeing them together like this. It’s clear they share an incredible amount of love. It’s a side of Spencer I never thought I would ever see. It’s so... unlike the cold, intelligent professor I first met in the rain outside the campus.

Spencer finally eyes me from across the room.

“Olivia, you’re up. You’re such asleepyhead.”

Daisy laughs at his playful mocking of me.

“Good morning, both of you,” I say. “I see you’re making pancakes.”

“Not just any pancakes,” Spencer objects, raising a finger. “But my famous ones. Daisy loves them.”

His daughter smiles with a mouthful of the stuff.

I smile back at her.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay for long,” I say. “I’ve really overslept. I’ve got class and coursework to catch up on, and I’ve really got to get moving.”

“That’s a shame,” Spencer says. He turns to his daughter. “Isn’t it a shame, Daisy?”

“Stay, Olivia.”

“You want me to stay?” I ask the girl.

“Yep.”

I chuckle. “I can’t ignore a request from you, Daisy.”

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