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“Meet me here in the library after your last class, okay?” he asks.

I nod. It’s a step forward. He closes the book and stands, giving the table of guys another long look. He raises his voice. “I’ll be disappointed if you’re late for my lecture considering your attendance so far. It might make me worry.”

With that, he walks away, but when I glance over, some of the guys from the table are already leaving. Only the first one makes eye contact with me. He smirks while chewing on a toothpick but doesn’t come towards me.

See, normal. I’m reading too deep into things.

I head to my next class, then Carter’s lecture. I try to focus on what he’s saying rather than the power that radiates off him. He’s intense, overwhelming, all consuming. When he talks, he owns the room and everyone in it. It’s electric, powerful. How is this man mine?

I chew my bottom lip as I watch him and start to smile before I catch myself and start taking notes. I adjust in my seat to refocus. If I can avoid looking at him… no, his voice is just as astounding. The tone of his voice changes slightly, drawing my eyes. Our eyes meet and I have a feeling our meeting in the library isn’t going to be appropriate.

The longer he talks with his legal know-how and expertise, the more excited I get.

The second he closes his lecture, I’m up and walking towards the library. I still hear girls trying to keep his attention, begging for one-on-one time. He’s polite, more of a gentleman than he’s ever been with me, but makes it clear that he’s only a lecturer, not a professor.

I hurry to the library, ignoring anything and everything else until I’m among the shelves. I should have worn a skirt. Skirts and dresses drive Carter insane. Instead I went for leggings and an airy top.

While I’m determined to find a book, something to help my essay, I’m also hoping that Carter finds me, attacks, and makesme his in a way that no one can deny. There’s next to no one in the sociology section of the library. It’s quiet and dim, perfect for me and Carter… as long as we stay quiet.

Excitement hums through me, especially when I hear softened footsteps coming towards me.

Chapter six

Carter

In the most secluded spot of the library, dutifully looking for books as if her body isn’t created for sin. Those fucking leggings that emphasize her sexy legs, that flowing shirt that’s just thin enough that I can make out her curves with the lights behind her, it’s a miracle that I didn’t drag her right here when we first met in the library.

Rather than announcing myself when I see her tremble, I move behind her and slide my hands up her hips and under her shirt to feel her hot skin. I don’t stop until I’m cupping her breast through her bra.

“Did you decide to be a good girl for me?” I ask.

She shudders and arches into my touch. “I’m always a good girl.”

I chuckle, low and throaty as I kiss the hollow under her ear and squeeze her breasts. She whimpers and her nipples harden. I pinch and tug her nipples through the layer of lace that tries to hide them from me.

“We both know that’s not true. You’re a tease, a naughty little brat when you think you can get away with it. I saw you check out and start fantasizing during my lecture,” I accuse.

“I don’t—”

I swat her ass. She covers her own mouth to hide her whimper, but it makes her panting louder. We could easily get caught here, but I don’t care. I was serious about that. I’m lecturing to see her, that’s it.

“Be honest,” I order, trying not to get distracted even as I start peeling her leggings down her ass and to her thighs. They’ll have to stay on—unfortunately.

“I was fantasizing about you,” Katie answers weakly.

“Oh?”

Her panties drop around her thighs next. I shield her with my own body as my hand slides between her legs from behind, spreading her pussy, teasing her, and finding her wet for me already. I lick up her throat and suck her earlobe.

“I like your stern, commanding voice. You own everyone when you’re lecturing. No one can escape,” she breathes.

“Which is exactly what you want,” I whisper in her ear. “You want me to own you, to fuck you, to breed you.”

Her face blooms red, but I’m not sure if it’s because of my fingers playing between her legs, moving closer and closer to her pussy, or because of my words. “You do, don’t you? You want me to fill you with my cock, then my cum until I’m constantly inside you. I bet you’d take my cock down that pretty throat…”

I tug her bra down so I can actually touch her tits and plunge my fingers inside her. “And let me come until you can’t swallow anymore. Then this perfect, sweet pussy that’s always soaked for me.”

“Carter, we’re—”

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