Patrick and I weren’t dating exactly, but we were something. Something enough that we’d planned an evening together, one he was now undoubtedly having with someone else. I had no illusions about the romantic potential of a man who’d bang his own student during office hours, but he had a big dick and a thrilling wit. Even if he wasn’t likely to be my future husband, I could still dream. The crowd’s excitement rose on TV, drawing my attention. I thought of tasting fine champagne on Patrick’s lips, of feeling his strong hands gripping me as the ball dropped, and my own hand idly wandered down to the growing bulge in my pajamas. I startled to my feet and blushed when I saw my stepfather smirking back at me. Just grabbing a glass of water,” He said, scratching at his bare hairy chest as he held up his empty glass.
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