Teach me dirty professor episode 10 – finale
Teach Me Dirty,Professor💕
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Chapter 10
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Rhodie💕
“Ian ! What are you doing?”
He gave my arse a love tap. “Stealing you away. You promised me a graduation fvck.”
Oh God. Ian and his insatiable needs.
“Anyway, you have a wedding to plan.”
Wait… what.
Hold up.
WHAT?
I struggled, thumping his back with my chest. “Put me down. Now! Kingsley!”
Ian chuckled and brought me down to my feet. I stabbed a finger into his chest, glowering. He just… smirked.
Ugh, typical Ian. “What was that?”
“A wedding,” he said.
“Ian Kingsley!”
He grasped my left hand in his and brought it to his l-ips, placing a tender k-ss on the back of my knuckles. And that was when I saw it.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Oh,” he mouthed.
“Holy molly.”
My eyes went back to my left hand. When did he slip a ring onto my finger?
“When I k-ssed you,” he said, without me having to ask the question out loud.
“You didn’t ask!”
“I just did.”
“Oh my God! Ian!”
He winked. “I dare you.”
The ring was a simple, princess-cut diamond. Nothing too heavy, nothing too fancy. Just… perfect.
“Say yes, your majesty,” Ian rasped.
I stuck my tongue out at him. “You didn’t ask, so I can’t say yes.”
“You want me on my knees for you, Babe?”
I raised an eyebrow, waiting.
Ian chuckled and slowly lowered himself to one knee. He spread out his arms.
“Rhodie Hudges, the love of my life, will you please marry me? Just let me be your soul mate? Will you?”
“Yes,” I screeched.
“You love me,” he said.
“I do,” I murmured, falling to my knees in front of him.
The world ceased to exist, as we fell into each other, k-ssing and gasping into each other’s mouths.
My heart kept missing beats.
My stomach twisted and tugged as those butterflies went wild.
My l-ips were swollen and burning from his k-sses.
Forever, baby. Forever.
“So, where do you want to go first?” I settled next to him on the hood of his car and opened the map on my lap.
Ian and I decided to take a trip around the world, before we both settled down for a busy life.
Now that I’m were done with school, I had to start applying for jobs.
“I’m thinking Paris, you?” I asked, swiping through my phone to look at the bookmark, where I had saved all the places I wanted to visit.
“Nah, little queen. I’m not taking your arse anywhere with me until you’re Mrs. Kingsley .”
I rolled my eyes. He just proposed. “You wanna wife me up? Now?” I joked.
His blue eyes lit with mischief, and he licked his l-ips slowly. “Now.”
“Hmm. Let me think about this. I want a wedding dress. I want to walk down the aisle. I want a first dance.” I glanced down at my watch, giving it a thoughtful look. “So, if you can manage to make all of that happen in less than twelve hours, I’ll marry you today. Before the clock strikes midnight. And if you can make it happen, I’ll let you be my dominant on our wedding night, as a reward.”
“Done,” he said way too quickly.
“What?” I screeched. Ian jumped off the hood of his car and sauntered backward, giving me a wicked grin.
“Never underestimate a man who wants to be a dominant on his wedding night.”
“Oh my God! Come back here, Ian! I was joking!”
He tsked. “Nah. The moment you started talking about possesiveness and dominant, I wasn’t joking anymore.”
I gaped at him, not moving. “Get in the car, princess. By the end of today, you’re going to be my wife… and yes, Will be your master. Done deal.”
A laugh bubbled from my chest. I jumped off the hood, grabbed the now useless map and got in the car with him.
Life was never boring with Ian.
Seven years later
I woke up with a cramp in my lower back. Rolling over onto my side, I tried to find a comfortable position, but it was almost impossible.
My arm stretched out, seeking Ian’s warmth, only to find it missing. Oh, so he was awake then.
I closed my eyes, wishing I’d fall back asleep quickly. Ten more minutes, I silently begged, Just ten more minutes.
But a loud crash had me completely awake. Well, It looked like no more sleep for me.
With a gro-n, I got off the bed. After brushing my teeth and relieving myself, I went downstairs to hunt for my husband.
I found him in our kitchen.
He wasn’t alone.
And my kitchen? Well, it was an absolute mess.
He faced me, as I walked into the kitchen, grinning. “Good morning, Mrs. Kingsley.”
Something small and rowdy crashed into my legs. “Good morning, Mommy!”
Our son. The exact replica of his father.
I ran my fingers through his curly, hair. He perked up and grinned. Four years ago, William made me a mother. He was everything that his father was. Stubborn. Bold. Strong.
The moment the nurse put him in my arms, he opened his eyes, blinking at me with blues that were so familiar, I knew he was going to be a problem.
And I was right.
“Hi, Mommy,” another sweet voice joined the first.
I looked up toward the table, where my other baby was sitting on the kitchen counter.
He smiled at me; his face covered in flour. He was my sweet boy.
The much calmer version of William. Quiet and perceptive, unlike his older brother.
Logan stuffed his tiny fist into his mouth and licked whatever was on his hand. Chocolate, probably. Logan had a sweet tooth.
“Mo-mmy.” With my heart full, I turned toward Ian, who had our hiccupping baby on his h¡ps.
Brad, logan’s twin. The prankster. Out of the three boys, Brad definitely had more me in him than his father. He liked reading, loved Disney and was the bubbly one out of all three boys.
Although he loved to tease, he was quick to be serious. Oh, and he was obsessed with mint-chocolate ch¡p muffins.
“Good morning, babies. Are you making mommy pancakes?”
God, they were all a mess. Flour.
Chocolate. Wh¡p cream.
Logan nodded, shoving more chocolate in his mouth. Oh sweet Jesus. Sugar rush, I could see it coming.
I shot Ian a glare, before scooping up Logan and putting him in his booster seat, away from the mess and the chocolate.
“Pancakes,” Brad agreed.
“Uhuh. How come you decided to make me pancakes today?”
William gave me a dead serious look.
“Because we love you, Mommy!”
Oh dear.
Oh no.
My nose tingled, and the back of my eyes burned.
“Yeah, love you,” logan and Brad agreed, at the same time.
Ian smirked. “Love you, my queen ,” he mouthed.
And so… Rhodie Hudges promptly burst into tears.
“Oh no.”
“We made Mommy cry. Again.”
“Daddy, Mommy is crying!”
Ian safely tucked Brad into his booster seat and reached for me. He wrapped me in his embrace, and I hiccupped back another cry.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because… I’m just… so happy. Shut up, okay!”
This was my family. My crazy, sweet family.
Ian laughed, before his hands lowered to my stomach. He cupped my heavy, swollen belly, and his l-ips feathered over my forehead with a chaste k-ss.
“I know. Now, let’s go eat. The boys worked hærd to make you edible pancakes.”
I gave him a quick peck on the l-ips, before k-ssing all three of my boys.
They loved mommy k-sses, and I wanted to give them as much as I could, before they grew tired of it.
My boys.
The exact replicas of their father.
“I love you…”
As soon as I said the words, my stomach tightened, and the baby kicked.
I palmed my pregnant belly, and my eyes w¡dened in realization…
“Ian,” I whispered. “If this is another boy, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He chuckled, but I was utterly serious.
“No… I can’t… I need a girl, Ian!”
He was laughing, and I was this close to crying again. He must have felt it coming, because he quickly cupped my face and smashed his l-ips on mine, giving me one long, searing k-ss, until I stopped freaking out.
“It’s okay, if it’s not a girl. We can keep trying, until we get a girl for you.”
He smirked.
I glared. “Are you trying to make me give birth to a wh0le football team.”
“I want at least seven,” Ian replied innocently.
“And I’m going to kill you.”
He just winked, not at all scared by my threat.
“Mommy, hurry. We hungry.”
With a laugh, we sat around the table and ate our too soft, too sweet pancakes.
Ian had his big palm over my pregnant belly, and the baby was hypEr×¢tive, as if he – or she – knew his – or her – daddy was there.
I loved my babies, truly.
But I was also about done with being pregnant.
William was four.
Logan and Brad were two.
And I was seven months pregnant.
As much as I loved being a stay-at-home mom, the last few years, I really wanted to go back to work.
I enjoyed being a Chemist. After this baby, I was ready to go back to the world of science and research.
My four years absence wasn’t really an issue, since my manager’s boss’s boss was my husband. (Yes, he bought the research laboratory I worked at)
Ian wanted more kids, and I wasn’t opposed to the idea. But I needed a break in between.
I ate my pancake and watched, as Ian fed Brad a few bites, wiped logan’s messy face and flicked some wh¡p cream at william’s head.
They laughed and william flicked a spoonful of wh¡p cream back at his father. It smacked Ian right in the middle of the chest.
He was the perfect dad I always knew he’d be and i love him.
.
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The End.