Women’s fiction has long since needed the respect it doesn’t get, but my appreciate for romance novels has never been higher. Emmaline’s not quiet a billionaire in her own right, but she pulled in a healthy amount of book sales last year. Her books sell better than mine ever will, and that’s damned fine. I’ve never seen her so happy as when she gets into a story and then tells me that she needs me.
That’s my favorite part of the day. We’ll be having our morning coffee and her laptop will be at the table. She’s says she’s going to finish breakfast but then inspiration will strike. So I’ll slide over to her, as I never sit across from her at the table but always next to her, and she’ll tell me what wild thing that her characters are up to.
She’ll furiously write away at her outline, and we’ll pick a spot, sometimes right there on the table, to try out those brand new moves. Then she’ll get her words in before she goes to class. I’ll go teach, and at the end of the day we read over her pages and I edit.
We’re incredibly busy. Now, two kids in the mix, my mind is blown.
We sure as hell have the room in our home. We’ll have just as much room in our hearts.
“I love you so damn much, Emmaline,” I say, kissing Emmaline a thousand times and telling her again and again. “I’m so glad that you’re mine. That you’re the mother of my children.”
“And I’m so happy to be yours,” Emmaline says, and she pulls me in for a kiss. It doesn’t get any better than this.
I crave her now, and I have to have her. I know that after everything, we should know better than to fuck in my office. But what will one more time do?
“I know that look in your eyes,” Emmaline says, running her tongue over her lip.
Standing up, she pulls her panties off and shoves them in my jacket pocket. Her hands are on my zipper, and she frees my cock quickly and slides her pussy right down on me.
“Fuck,” I groan. I grip her ass and pull her down on my cock. She rides me fast and hard, rolling her body to take every inch of mine.
Our mouths crash together, burying the sounds of each other’s moans, and we fuck quickly because I can already hear my students filling up the lecture hall.
What can I say? We’re insatiable. What’s a quickie in the professor’s office before class going to hurt?
Well, that is how we got the twins. My first day back, we re-christened my office. And I don’t know for sure, but I’d be willing to bet a few million dollars that’s what happened.
Emmaline’s moans get more urgent, and that gets my rock hard cock to start cumming hard inside her. She can’t get pregnant twice, and I have spare trousers in my office basically for this purpose now.
“Come for me, Emmaline,” I say, face pressed into her neck. Her hands cradle my face and she kisses me hard. I feel her shatter around me, taste the moans in my mouth and swallow her up, her pussy milking my cock for every last drop of my cum while her own slides down my dick and makes the whole room thick with the sweet scent of her pussy.
Both gasping, we start to put our clothes back on, and I reach for her panties but then her hand closes over mine.
“Oh, those are wrecked.” She pulls a new pair from her purse. “I can take them if you like, but they’re too wet for me to put back on,” she says, and I can see in her eyes that I know exactly what she’s doing.
“No, that’s fine. Let me keep your wet pussy with me while I frighten the incoming students,” I say with a grin.
“We could frighten them more with a little repeat in the lecture hall, but I doubt the university will be so understanding, then,” Emmaline says with a laugh.
“Hey, my name is on the building,” I say, waggling my eyebrows and smirking at her.
“My name too,” Emmaline says, inhaling sharply and then kissing me.
“Have a good day. I’ll see you tonight,” I say, kissing her one last time before we both head to our classes.
In some ways, we’re both the same. Teacher, student, office fucking…
But in other ways, we’re different. We’re on the other side of our happily ever after now.
A Note From The Authors
We hope you liked our first foray into dark romance.
We always view novel releases like a day at the fair or something fun. At least that’s how we view it as readers - a way to spend an afternoon.
So even though this novel was 50,000 words, we wanted to give you some more content.
To fulfill our goal, we’ve put a copy of Man Chaser by Alexis Angel.
Followed by a copy of Jailbait, by Alexis Angel.
This then has a copy of Red & Blue by Alexis Angel.