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The thought still tugs my lips into a smile. He even chose what I should wear today.

A tight pencil skirt with a white leotard that snaps right over my pussy. It’s sexy, but appropriate, and I know it will drive him insane when he realizes two little metal snaps are all that will keep him from being inside me.

Unlike Brad, he won’t hunt me down, chasing me and ignoring everyone between us. He bides his time, finds a perfectly logical reason to keep me in place, and uses social reasons to force me into alone time with him.

The dark fantasy has me so distracted that I don’t notice he’s entered until giggles spread through his eager audience.

Carter stands there looking perfectly respectable, his hair lightly rumpled, a professional smile on his face. He scans the crowd, sees me, and the corner of his mouth lifts a little higher as his eyes heat.

I play with the white sleeves of my leotard, guiding them down my shoulders where they really belong, and his throat bobs as his eyes sharpen.

“Today will be a quick lecture. I only have forty minutes,” he informs us.

Of course, I’m sure he’ll end up spending a full hour here trying to fend off overeager girls who don’t care about the girlfriend he talks about but they never see. I’m a secret, and I don’t mind it one bit when I get all the rewards. We don’t technically have to hide it, but it’s just so much more fun.

The lecture is powerful. Carter has the power to claim and hold attention like few other people do. He’s attractive enoughto draw people in, but it’s his passion and delivery that make people stay.

He looks so perfect, but no one knows the deep, dark desires he has.

At the end, a collective sigh leaves the audience. The guy next to me rolls his eyes and leans closer. “Half the people here didn’t hear a word of what he said.”

I chuckle. “Their loss.”

He looks at me, seems to realize I’m not who he meant to talk to, but laughs and offers his hand. “Dan.”

“Katie. I don’t know about the lecture, though. The way he makes law concepts digestible is wonderful. It makes the concepts easy to grasp and apply.”

“So, you’re not just sucked into his intense voice and the way he moves around?” He snickers, then points at the first row of girls hurrying to catch Carter’s attention. “Not ready to go and try to sweep him off his feet?”

“Nah,” I say. I know where he’ll be later, after all. “Are you pre-law?”

“Sociology, actually,” he answers.

We chat for a bit about classes until he suggests we get lunch sometime to see if he can sway me to change my major. I start to head out, then the hair on the back of my neck pricks.

“Katie, I wanted to talk to you about something one of your professors said to me,” Carter says, his voice ringing out.

His fan club leaves, and I shut the door behind the last person. I flick the lock shut since I’m not interested in being interrupted and slowly walk to Carter.

“Did one of them say something?” I ask.

Carter grins darkly, grabs the back of my neck, and bends me over the desk so quickly, I can’t catch my bearings. He pushes my skirt up and rubs over my bare ass. The leotard just so happens to be a thong.

“If they said a damn thing about you in this outfit, I’d have decked them,” Carter groans. “Teasing me on purpose today, Doll?”

“Maybe,” I pant.

“And talking to that guy who was blatantly eye fucking you?”

“That’s all he’s allowed to do so it’s—”

Carter spanks me hard, then digs his nails into my ass. “He’s not allowed to eye fuck you, fantasize about you, or talk to you. We don’t want Brad to get jealous.”

“Possessive,” I breathe.

Carter spanks me again, then his fingers slide under my leotard, stroking my pussy with his knuckles, up and down, up and down, until he’s more focused on my clit. “Already wet?”

“M–Maybe,” I whimper.

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