Lunar Crest University (Forbidden Fruit)

Epilogue Part Two

FINLEY

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11TH, 2024

R apping my knuckles against Luca’s open office door, I watch as his head lifts from the papers on his desk to peer up at me standing in the doorway. The sight of him in his usual professor attire, grading papers as he sits behind his desk, makes my heart flutter in my chest. It has been nearly a year since I was one of his students, and for a moment, I forgot just how hot he looked like this: glasses perched on his nose, maroon-colored tie around his neck, and the dim glow of the lamp illuminating his features.

“Hi,” I say, walking into the small office and placing my palms on top of the wooden desk as I lean down to press a kiss to his lips. “The car is all packed and ready for us to head to your mom’s.”

His sister, Emilia, had gotten engaged to her longtime boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, and they were having an engagement party this weekend at his mother’s house. So, we decided to pack up at the last minute and stay the whole weekend after Luca got done with classes today.

Luca hums, reaching out to grip my sweater as he pulls me around the desk toward him. He doesn’t stop until he has pulled me into his lap, and I’m straddling his waist as my skirt hikes up my thighs. His hands snake underneath, gripping my ass as a low growl rumbles through his chest.

“ Luca ,” I scold breathlessly as he kisses my neck. “The door is wide open.”

“You’re right,” he says, lifting me from his lap as he stands. Gripping my waist, he spins me around swiftly, bending me over the desk with a slap across my ass. “Stay here.”

“Yes, sir.”

My hands splay out against the wood as I peek over my shoulder, watching as he walks toward the door and closes it. His fingers reach down to twist the lock, and my stomach flips when his dark eyes meet mine.

“Missed you today.” His voice is low as he approaches me, pushing my skirt up around my waist, putting me on full display before him.

“Did you?” I ask coolly.

“So much,” he practically whines, yanking my panties down until they’re wrapped tightly around my thighs. “And it looks like you’ve missed me too, mi amor . You’re so fucking wet.”

The air hits the dampness between my legs, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch him undo his belt and unbutton his slacks in record time. The sight of his hard cock as it springs free from his boxers has my mouth watering. Squirming impatiently, I lick my dry lips as I shoot him a pleading look over my shoulder.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“ Please ,” I urge.

He doesn’t waste another second as he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts all the way inside me in one movement. A strangled moan escapes me as I grip the edge of the desk, pushing up on my tiptoes to meet the desperate roll of his hips as he pounds into me. Everything on his desk rattles from how hard he’s fucking me, and as his hands find my hips, he slows his strokes for a moment as he pants.

“Already squeezing me?” he hisses. “ Dios mío, baby. I love the way you take my cock.”

“You feel so good ,” I whimper. “I can’t take it when you fuck me like this, Luca. I’m gonna c-come.”

I know I’ve said the wrong words as soon as his hands leave me, and his cock leaves me empty soon after. He always takes it as a challenge to see how long he can get me to last. A groan of disapproval is on the edge of my tongue, but he tugs me from the desk before I can manage to get it out, turning me around as he falls into his chair. He moves me around with ease as he tugs my panties the rest of the way down and pulls me back into his lap to straddle him once more.

Luca’s dark eyes watch me as I reach down, grasping his cock and easing myself down on it, his mouth parted in awe. He practically chokes on air as I start to bounce, my hands gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“ Ah ,” he hisses. “Fuck.”

“S’good,” I mumble, throwing my head back. “So big .”

As my pace turns sloppy, my legs shake from the orgasm that builds again in my core, and he must notice, because he cups my ass with his large hands, lifting me just slightly and thrusting his hips up to slam his cock inside me. My fingers knot in his hair as he fucks me, and I can’t even keep my eyes open from the euphoria that consumes my entire body. They feel so heavy as I slump against his chest, shuddering as his lips find my neck.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.” His pace picks up at my words. “ Please don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

“Right behind you,” he grunts. “Milk my cock, Princesa .”

He thrusts into me so hard, the chair scoots backward, bumping into the wall and sending me further into his chest. His moans and pants in my ear as he licks my earlobe send me over the edge, and my body writhes as I reach my climax. He lets go of my ass just as I slam down hard on his cock, which twitches as he comes at the same time. My hips jerk involuntarily, and I do exactly as he says, milking every last drop. We’re both gasping for air, relaxed fully in the chair as we cling to each other.

I feel one of his hands leave my hips, but I can’t bring myself to wonder what he’s doing as I nuzzle his neck, trying to catch my breath.

“I got you something.”

“A present? But I didn’t get you anyth?—”

My words halt in my throat as I peel my tired eyes open, immediately met with the most gorgeous diamond ring I’ve ever seen. It’s oval-shaped and glimmers in the soft glow of the lamp. My heart stutters in my chest as my eyes instantly well with tears, blinking slowly as they dart between him and the ring. Goosebumps prickle my skin as my jaw drops.

“What is this?” I whisper feebly.

“It’s me…” he falters, clearing his throat as his brow furrows nervously, “asking you to be mi esposa . I know I’ve asked a lot of you over the past year, and I know you’ve been through more than you should’ve endured, but I’m asking you to choose me one more time. I’ll never ask anything else of you. Just…be my wife, Finley.”

I clamp my hand over my mouth, and my head spins as I lift it to look at him through watery eyes. A small trickle escapes down my cheek as my other palm rests against his chest, scared that maybe I’ll just collapse from the chair onto the floor if I don’t steady myself. His heart is going wild—he might actually collapse instead of me.

“I, um, I asked your father.” He’s so flustered, I can see a twinge of red in his complexion. I’ve never seen him like this before. “I knew his blessing would mean a lot to you, so I asked, and he said yes. And he actually smiled at me, so I think that means somet?—”

“Yes.”

“Yes,” he repeats, blinking up at me.

“I’ll marry you,” I say softly, grasping his shirt in my hand. “I’ll be your wife.”

“You will?” His breath comes out ragged as his eyes gleam, and I place my hand on his cheek, caressing him with my thumb as I nod enthusiastically. An airy laugh leaves him as he smiles, grasping my left hand and slowly sliding the ring onto my finger.

A perfect fit.

Flexing my fingers, I observe the sparkle of the diamond in the dim light, biting down on my bottom lip before grasping his face in my hands. Cocking my head, I lean forward and press a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose, his forehead, his lips.

“Please stop thinking you ask too much of me, Luca,” I tell him gently, sweeping my thumbs across his cheekbones. “You’ve never once asked me for anything. I made all the decisions that have led me here, and I don’t regret a single one. I’d do it all over the same way because I love you. I’ll always choose you. You never have to ask me for that.”

His dark eyes search my face as his smile falters just slightly. “I guess I…I’ve never done this before. I don’t really know what it means for someone to love me.”

This man.

“Lucky for you,” I tsk playfully, leaning down and pressing my lips to his. It’s slow and sweet, and his hands grip my hips as I pull away. “You’ll have to deal with me every day as your wife . I guess I’ll have to show you how much I love you in every way imaginable. Just so you don’t forget.”

“Oh yeah?” he rasps.

I hum in agreement, kissing him again.

His cock, still inside me, hardens again, and I gasp as it stretches me out. I can’t help but clench around him as I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss.

“Do you have to wait until you’re my wife to show me?” he questions teasingly, jerking his hips ever so faintly in a way that has his jaw popping open from the friction. “C-could give me a little tease right now if you wanted.”

Smirking, I say, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Very much.”

His soft moans turn into desperate pleas as I lift off him completely, pressing another kiss to his mouth that hangs open in despair. Swinging my leg back, I plop my feet on the ground with a subtle smile tugging at my lips.

“And we have to get to your mom’s,” I remind him, running my fingers through his curls and chuckling as he sticks his lip out in a pout. “But if you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you with celebratory fiancé sex tonight.”

He raises an excited brow as he pulls his pants back up.

“And you’re going to hate this,” I continue, readjusting my skirt and smoothing out my sweater as I peek down at him. “But I’m not going to wear the ring to your mom’s. I don’t want to take away from Emilia’s big weekend. We can have our time later, but this is her moment.”

Standing up from the chair, I’m a tad surprised when a smile dances along his lips instead of a scowl. He tugs me toward him by my hips, planting a kiss on my forehead as he brushes my hair back over my shoulders and fixes the out-of-place strands. My heart swoons in my chest at his attention to detail.

“God, I love you.”

“You’re not mad?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I agree, actually. Emilia’s happiness is important to me, and you’re right. This is her weekend. There will be hundreds of other weekends for us, but this one is hers.”

Luca from a year ago would’ve never responded like this, and something about that warms me from the inside out. He’s changed so much over the past year, and while I never doubted he was a good person, hopefully now, he would start to believe it himself. He may be thirty-five, but he just needed some guidance with feelings. When you’ve never been shown something like that before, how could you possibly know how to navigate it?

I’ve helped him navigate this far, but he’s got it all on his own. I don’t have to be his guide anymore; now, we can grow together . I’ve poured into his cup, and he poured into mine while I was healing and renovating the bookstore and figuring out what I wanted after college. Now, with both of our cups full, we can just be .

THE END