Epilogue – Back to the Professor and His Naughty Student #2
I giggle, squirming in his hold. “And you love being shocked, Mr. McKnight. Otherwise you’d have dumped me for a nice, dutiful girl ages ago.”
He kisses my shoulder, then nips it. “Never,” he says. “You’re my muse. Even if you corrupt every genre you touch.”
I wiggle out of his grip and toss the redlined pages onto the nightstand. My hand glances over the ring on my finger, and for the hundredth time tonight, I get a sappy, swoony jolt in my chest.
“Are you going to beta my next draft, then?” I tease.
“Only if you promise to write me into the story. Maybe as a hot, misunderstood stepdad who turns out to be the best lay the heroine’s ever had.”
I put a hand on his chest and shove, laughing. “Modest. So, so modest. But maybe. I’ll think about it. Hmm, a woodsman cum billionaire author cum stepfather. I like it. There are possibilities.”
He lets his hand drift down my body, pausing at the curve of my hip. “Did you ever think you’d be here, Kat?” His voice is quiet, and he almost sounds nervous. “Living in the woods, writing dirty books, engaged to a man who can’t even tie his own tie?”
I turn so I can look him dead in the eye. “No,” I say. “Never. But I’m glad I am because I’m with you.”
He grins, slow and lazy. “Even with the insanity?”
“Especially with the insanity,” I say, then rake my nails across his washboard abs just to make him shiver.
We lie there, tangled and warm, for a long minute.
The only sound is the crackle of cooling wood in the stove and the wind swirling outside, shaking the icicles off the eaves.
I feel the ring on my hand, solid and real, and think for a second about calling Simone to tell her, but then remember she’s probably flirting with her “hot professor” right now.
Talon shifts, like he’s reading my mind. “Simone texted me at, like, three a.m. last night. Something about needing relationship advice.”
On the one hand, I’m gratified that my best friend and my boyfriend are friendly now. But still, I frown.
“Why didn’t she call me though?” I ask in a plaintive voice.
“Because she wanted a male perspective on the ethics of sleeping with a tenured faculty member, I think?” He smirks. “I told her if it was mutual, legal, and didn’t involve a sex tape, I didn’t see a problem.”
I snort. “You’re such a bro, Talon.”
He shrugs, running his hand up my thigh. “Weren’t you her number one supporter when she was hooking up that married barista?”
“No, he wasn’t married,” I say. “That guy was getting a divorce. He was unhinged because of the divorce, which is exactly why he needed Simone. Stress relief and all that.”
He bends down and bites my nipple, hard enough to make me gasp. “You want to know a secret, Kat?”
I shiver. “Always.”
“I think you’re better at this than me. You know what people want. You can tell what they need. You’re better than me at the writing, the living, the observing, all of it.”
I flush, even as I play it off with a giggle. “Thanks, but you’re pretty observant yourself, mister. You’re the man whose books are currently at the top three spots on the bestseller list.”
Talon waves a hand, unconcerned. “Yeah, but you’re going to blow past me with your new romance novel. I can feel it.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling because this man supports my every ambition. “Is this your subtle way of asking me to write a scene where the stepdaughter blackmails her dad with dirty photos?”
“Only if you make it extra depraved,” he says, and we both lose it laughing.
I reach for my glass of water, take a sip, and let the silence settle. Outside, the snow is still coming down, burying us deeper in the woods, and it feels like nothing could ever get inside this world we’ve built.
Talon pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses the fox ring, then licks my finger, which somehow, is hot as hell.
“Mmm, what was that for?”
My boyfriend just winks at me. “Nothing.”
“Let me guess: you want to know the latest Simone gossip,” I say.
He props himself up on an elbow, looking way too interested for a man who claims to be above it all. “Lay it on me.”
“Her new guy—the professor she’s hooking up with—is old-school. Like, really old-school. He wants her to have his baby.”
Talon blinks, processing. “Wait, what? Why? Are they getting married?”
“Nope. He’s, like, obsessed with the idea of her getting pregnant. But not for marriage—he just wants an heir or something.”
Talon looks confused. “An heir? That’s pretty crazy. Is she going to do it?”
I laugh. “Simone’s considering it. I think she likes the power trip. Plus, the professor’s got money. Like, real money. They’re talking surrogacy or whatever, but I think he’s going to impregnate her the old-fashioned way.”
Talon snorts. “So she’s going to get bred by her hot professor and then raise the kid herself?”
“No, I think he wants the baby. But whatever custody arrangement they decide on, Simone’s going to be a MILF, and both of them are going to experience hot times.”
Talon shakes his head, but he’s grinning now. “You know what this sounds like?”
“A taboo romance novel,” we say at the same time.
We laugh again, and I roll on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head. “You want to roleplay it?” I ask, voice low.
He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to breed you, my naughty little student?”
I rock my hips against him, feeling him get hard, even through the thin layer of boxers. “Only if you’re a strict professor who’s disappointed in my grades. I need you to make me come really hard, and then maybe I’ll get an A on my quiz.”
He growls, then flips us so I’m underneath, his body pressing me into the mattress. “You’re incorrigible,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
I pant into his ear, “I need extra credit, Mr. Professor.”
He nips my ear, then slides down and spreads my thighs with his big hands. “Then you better work for it, my dear student.”
He yanks my leg over his shoulder and licks me, slow and deep, tongue dragging over my clit until my eyes roll back in my head.
He keeps going, relentless, switching from long, languid strokes to rough little circles that make me squirm and whine.
He puts two fingers in me, curling them just right, and I’m already teetering on the edge when he stops.
I glare down at him, desperate. “What the hell, Professor? Why did you stop?”
Talon kneels up, pushes his boxers down, and his cock bobs out, thick and dark, with delicious veins. He lines up at my entrance and slides in with a single, brutal thrust, making me arch up and bite his shoulder.
“Shhh, don’t want the dean to hear us,” he says, voice so deep it makes my insides clench.
I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Breed me, big boy,” I whisper, “give me a baby.”
Talon laughs, a little wild, then fucks me so hard the whole bed shudders. I reach up and claw at his back, dragging him down for a kiss. He fucks me slow and deep, then faster, each thrust making me gasp until I’m whimpering into his mouth.
He grabs my ring hand and presses it to the mattress, pinning me as he pounds into me. “Mine,” he says, and it’s not the professor voice anymore—it’s just Talon, desperate and in love.
“Yours,” I moan, and then I’m coming, hard, everything going electric-white behind my eyes. He comes too, muffling the sound in my neck, his whole body shaking.
We stay like that, slick and tangled and panting, until the sweat starts to dry and I’m so sleepy I can’t even keep my eyes open.
Talon pulls the blankets up, spoons behind me, and kisses the back of my neck. “Best roleplay yet,” he mutters.
I yawn. “We should write a joint story one day, Talon. It would be fire.”
He chuckles. “It would, wouldn’t it?”
We lie there, the candle burning down to a nub, the snow piling up outside. On the desk by the window, two books sit side-by-side: Angel’s Share, with Talon’s name in gold, and my own draft, bound with rubber bands, still so new I can almost smell the printer ink.
I look at the books, at the ring on my hand, and at the man breathing slow and steady against my back.
For the first time, I feel like I belong in my own story.
And I can’t wait to see what comes next.
THE END