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She tries to hold herself still and tight around me.

“You aren’t running away from me this time.”

She shakes her head.

“You better not.”

She shakes her head again, and I feel the waves again.

“You gonna come quietly for me, Emilia?”

“Mmmhmm.”

I curl my fingers and find the small, rough spot inside her, and her startled gasp tells me that I’m probably the first to find it, andJesus, fuck, that’s hot.

“Oh my God, Alex.” She goes limp before tensing up around me again, clenching and unclenching.

I fucking love the way she’s contracting and writhing around and groaning quietly like she’s in pain, but she’s still trying to fight this, andgoddammit I want this woman to come hard for me, more than I want anything else in my life right now.

I grab on to that messy bun and pull. I am nearly blind with lust, but I feel her silky hair cascade around my hand, and she comes undone when I tug on it.That’s my girl.

“Alex,” she cries out, just once.

The sounds that escape her lips are a sweet and sexy symphony of infinite possibilities within specific restraints, and I hold my hand flat against her clit until she finally collapses back against me, her breaths so heavy and loud, absolutely fucking divine.

She rests her head against my shoulder and reaches her arms back around my neck, heaving and gorgeous and limp and mine.

This woman is mine.

I want to do all the things, with and to and for her.

Into next year and beyond.

I kiss her cheekbone, and she sighs.

There isn’t one more thing that either of us needs to say to each other tonight.

The end of this semester will be the beginning of something we’ve both wanted ever since the summer.

I know this.

Just as I know, without looking, that the phone in my back pocket is vibrating with a notification from my mother, asking why I haven’t come to pick Ryder up yet.

And I know that I’ll have to wait until I’ve put my sleeping son in his own bed, and closed the door to his room, to go to my own room and re-live this until I get my own sweet and quiet release.

REASONS WHY I CAN MAKE THIS WORK WITH MR. V - EMILIA

1. Because I would be crazy not to at least try, and I am not crazy.

2. Or maybe I’m totally crazy now and that’s okay, because #MisterVega’sFingersOMFG

3. Because Mr. V is definitely not crazy, and I trust that he will be discreet.

4. Because I adore Ryder, and even though I do not completely trust that he would be discreet if he somehow found out about his dad and me…well, I don’t know what I’d do. But my brain cells have been replaced by orgasms and hormones, so I don’t care right now. Yeah. That’s how dumb I am from being completely taken over by orgasms and hormones. Just from fingers. Holy shit. Just. From. Fingers.

5. Because it’s not just the kisses and the fingers and the orgasms. It’s so many things that add up to Mr. V and me being a thing. If I can’t figure out that kind of math equation, then I don’t deserve to teach second graders and I definitelydon’t deserve Mr. V. And I do. I deserve him. I deserve everything he’s willing to give me.

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