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I shake that off and continue to listen as he instructs the class. We don’t do our break-out groups today. Instead, everyone wants to continue to discuss and fight over the case study. I stay quiet, and he doesn’t call me out as the one who got it correct.
Until the end of class.
“Miss Fritz,” he says, his eyes on mine in a way that makes my pulse jump. “As the one who got the diagnosis correct, would you mind following me to Dr. Lawrence’s office for a quick moment? I left the reward in there before class.”
My nipples instantly harden. Thankfully I’m wearing his sweatshirt, though the way his molten gaze quickly bounces down to my chest, I’d bet he knows it anyway.
I don’t respond. I simply rise out of my seat and gather my things as everyone else does to leave for the day.
“Enjoy your reward.”
“Get over it, Murphy. It’s not a competition. It’s about learning.” I can feel Murphy’s eyes on me as well as a few others’, but I ignore them, my head held high as I carry myself down the steps in his direction.
“This way.” He opens the door for me, and I exit the classroom, antsy and edgy. We both have to get to the hospital and we’re still on the medical school campus, so I know this won’t be more than what he’s saying—a reward for getting the answer right.
But hell, if he doesn’t have my nerves on a short fuse.
He breezes us through the anteroom where the professor's assistants sit, only for us to find it curiously empty.
“They’re at lunch,” he supplies, answering my unspoken question. “In here, Miss Fritz.”
Fuck. The way he’s saying my name makes me think this will be more of a punishment than a reward. We enter his neat-as-a-freaking-pin office, which is also as barebones as it can be. He’s only here temporarily, and his thought on that shows. There’s nothing of him in here. It’s just a desk, a bookshelf loaded with medical texts that I know aren’t his since his are on his bookshelf at home, and a window that looks out into the courtyard.
He takes a seat in his chair and instructs me with a quirk of his finger to come around to his side of the desk. “Turn around,” is all he says, and my breath hiccups.
“What?”
“Forearms on the desk, Miss Fritz. Your reward will be different from the other students in your class, but that’s only because yours will come with a bit of a punishment.”
I knew it!
“Punishment for what?”
He twists me around and places his hand on the center of my back, pushing me forward over his desk, and I’m soaked. Like totally freaking soaked. Because hello, I’m bent over my hot professor’s desk in a skirt and—
“I knew it,” he rasps as he flips the skirt up onto my lower back. “No fucking underwear.”
His hand comes down with a crack right on my bare ass cheek, and I moan so loudly because I told him I wanted him to spank me last night and he never did, and I’m so turned on already and I wantalllllof his dirty punishment right now.
He bends over the back of me, his chest pressing me down deeper into the desk. “Moan like that again and everyone in this building will know you like getting spanked by your professor.”
Fuck, I love it when he talks to me like this. When he plays this game with me.
“Is that what you want?”
Yes! It’s totally what I want. But only in the fantasy of my mind and not in reality, so I say, “No, Professor. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Hmmm,” he hums in my ear as his hand rubs the spot he just spanked. “What should I do, Miss Fritz? Should I punish you or pleasure you?”
“Both. Please, Dr. Barrows, both.” I have zero shame in my begging. I’m in a constant state of arousal when I’m with him. Everything the man is—from being a freaking perfect father figure with Katy to a brilliant doctor and professor to everything he is with me—I can’t get enough, and I know that’s a slippery slope, but I refuse to question it because he makes me feel so good.
So alive. So wild and carefree.
So myself.
He sees me and knows me and wants to give me everything I want, and that’s exactly what he’s doing now. It’s never been like this before for me. Patrick didn’t get this side of me. Callan does.
The pressure of his body leaves my back, and then I hear him retake his seat, sitting directly behind me. I can only imagine the view he has right now. Both hands rub my ass, massaging the muscles, and then cool air is immediately followed by anothercrack. My eyes roll back in my head, and I bite my lip so hard to smother my moan I’m shocked I’m not drawing blood.
