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“I’m going to ruin you, Constance,” he says, his smile turning devilish as he tips his hips, and I feel his cock everywhere.

“There’s not a chance in hell,” I answer him with a chuckle.

There’s no chance of him ruining me. It’s too late already.

He has been ruining me for weeks, and those three orgasms he just gave me were just the culmination of it.

“Mmm. I think I’ll try anyway,” he answers as he tips his hips again.

And then he proceeds to prove to me how wrong I was.

And I end up truly, and utterly ruined for anyone else.

When detention ends, he helps me put my clothes back on—the best we can—and we start all over again once we arrive at my place.

Epilogue

Constance, Seven months later

Idon’t know what I expected when I stopped fighting whatever it was that was between Louis and me.

Maybe I thought that having him would be like acting out a fantasy, something I’d want to do once and be done.

Maybe I thought Louis would fuck me out of his system and then the thrill of the chase would die down.

Or maybe I wasn’t thinking at all.

It was probably a bit of all those options, but mainly option three.

The problem is that I probably haven’t thought since either.

Because it happened again. And again. And again.

I’m surprised no one caught us with the amount of sex we had on my desk. I’ve never sanitized it this much, either.

Always on Saturday mornings.

Always.

Because despite me not fighting this thing between us anymore, Louis took it upon himself to find things to say—always with an audience—that I had no other choice than to escalate to the dean.

He’s spent his entire year in detention on Saturday mornings.

I should have been mad that he made sure to ruin all my weekends, but he more than made up for it each time. Multiple times.

And it turns out that I don’t know how to stay mad at him anyway.

But Saturday mornings weren’t the only time we met after that first time.

It’s like having him take me on my desk opened some kind of Pandora’s box, and once unleashed, there was no way to put our need for each other back in the box.

“Did you really have to get detention on the last day of the school year?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

“I wanted to make sure to say goodbye to your classroom the proper way,” he says with a cheeky smile, and it goes straight to my pussy.

He hasn’t stopped being indecent and teasing. I wasn’t really expecting him to, though.

I like him this way. After all, that’s probably what made me “snap.”