His gaze was like a laser that created prickles between my shoulder blades. I could almost see what he was imagining—bending me over my desk at the front of the class and fucking me in front of his peers. I’d thought about it twice in this lecture already.
I shifted uncomfortably as my cock twitched, and then I checked the clock on the wall above the doors at the back of the room. Ten minutes to go. Mentally thanking the time gods, I finished off my point about assault cases and turned to the class with a final smile.
“Make sure to study your notes on today’s lecture because the materialwillbe on the exam next month, and it will be worth fifty percent of your grade.” I stared around at the young faces, a few older ones, too, with pursed lips. “I’ll be honest because I haven’t told you this yet. This is one of the hardest classes you’ll be required to complete. Why? Because it’s boring. Torts aren’t big, interesting criminal cases, but these are what most ordinary people will end up running into if they get into trouble, so it’s important stuff.” I quirked my lips at them when I got a few laughs. “To be a lawyer, you need this class and these skills. If you’re not mentally prepared to wade through the reading, drop the class until you are, because failing will be bad for your academic record.”
The students nodded, and I waved my hand.
“Off you go. Study! Make me proud.”
All at once conversations started, echoing around the lecture hall, but I ignored them and turned to pack up my belongings. I wasn’t exactly surprised when I felthimslink up to my side. His cologne wafted around me, the woodsy scent tickling my nose. I waited until the hall was empty before I stopped what I was doing to glance at him. His smug smile was adorable and irritating, the kind I expected from a Daughtler. His parents probably owned half this city.
“Mr. Daughtler, can I help you?” I faked a smile.
“Is that the thank-you I get for my belt?” He cocked his hip and leaned against the edge of my desk, arms crossed. His backpack rested on his shoulder and his hair was mussed more than usual, as though he’d run his fingers through it one too many times during the lecture. I wasn’t surprised; Torts could be boring, and I’d seen a student or two sleeping in my classes more than once.
“Thank you,” I said honestly. “I will return it to you in the next lecture.”
“Why not sooner?” he murmured, chin tipped so his face was closer to mine. “We could go out tonight. Everyone has to eat.”
“I have a date,” I lied, forcing myself not to blush. It didn’t work.
The smile slid off his face and a frown replaced it. “With who? Not that loser from yesterday?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” I shoved the last case study into my messenger bag and zipped it up, then slung the strap over my shoulder. “I’ve made it clear that what happened won’t happen again.”
“By sending me that pic this morning?” Some of his confidence returned and his lips stretched back into a smile. His cheeks had a permanent flush to them and gave him an innocent appeal, but he was the opposite in every way. He could make a priest sin with looks like his.
“You caught me at a weak moment.” I had no idea why I’d sent him that photo, and I thought it was exactly that—weakness. I’d been staring at Stanton’s Instagram again, my heart aching, and I’d reacted in the silliest way possible. I’d responded to Judge’s texts. It was stupid and I was not that kind of man. I’d had clients who’d had personal photos spread around after sending them to someone they trusted, and I couldn’t be stuck in that position.
“How do I catch you in that moment again?” He leaned in closer, and I finally took a step back, glaring.
“You can’t. I don’t think you understand the situation, Mr. Daughtler. You are a student. My student. It would be improper and... it’s against the law school’s policies. I would be fired and disgraced.” I gripped the strap of my bag at my shoulder tightly. “I won’t let this happen, and I will ask you to delete that photo. If it is dispersed in any way, I will be forced to take legal action.”
The bastard’s grin widened. “Don’t worry, any pics you send are only for me, for research purposes—or my spank bank, however you want to describe it.”
I huffed and went to stride around him, but he grabbed my arm, yanking me back. I landed against his chest and slapped my hands to his pecs, steadying myself. His mouth was so close to mine I could smell mint coming from between his lips.
“Who are you going on a date with?” he whispered, breath caressing my mouth.
“None of your business.” My confidence was slipping as he reached up to stroke my chin, then grab it in a more forceful hold. My knees wobbled, turning to jelly.
“I prefer it when you listen to orders. Be my perfect little sub and answer my question.” His deep, rough voice scratched a sensitive spot on my insides, and I shuddered against him.
Sub? Chris and I had tried the BDSM thing, but it never worked out. He hated it, and I always thought he wasn’t very good at giving orders. Judge, though? His presence alone demanded submission, and my body wanted to comply. The urge to fall on my knees had my stomach twisting with need.
“Corey.” I let out a sharp breath when his mouth twisted in distaste.
“Where are you going?”
I shouldn’t have to answer, but a part of me wanted to comply with all his demands, and my cock was hard, throbbing where it was trapped in my tight pants. “Manzi’s. I like Italian food.”
He stared down at me. “So do I. I’ll go with you instead.”
I finally caught a semblance of sanity as I shook myself out of his hold and shoved backward. Glaring, I said, “No. Goodbye, Mr. Daughtler. Give your brother my regards.”
I rushed past him and outside. I bumped into a few people on the way to my office and apologized profusely to them, until I finally made it into the room and shut the door firmly. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, but I didn’t reach for it. I knew who it would be and wasn’t giving Judge the satisfaction of looking.
I dropped my messenger bag on the floor and fell into my chair, taking a few deep breaths that rattled my chest. My pants constricted my cock, and as tempting as it was to pull it out and beat my meat, I didn’t. I was at school and there were levels I wouldn’t stoop to, not in this lifetime or the next.
