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“Oh nothing,” I reply in a syrupy sweet voice. “Just thought you might have some critiques.”

Again, his eyebrow raises, causing my stomach to flip. As he skims the articles, my heart pounds in my chest so loudly it’s all I can hear. It seems to take an eternity to finish, but when he does, he simply puts the phone back in his pocket and rocks his head back and forth to pop his neck.

“I am giving you thirty seconds as a courtesy. Do make good use of it. Because when I catch you, and I will catch you, your ass won’t be able to sit for a long damn time.”

“What?” I giggle as nervous laughter bubbles up to the surface. “You don’t like my article?”

“Expose,” he growls, stalking toward me. “No secret left unturned. Read all about it. Initiation of the damned? My dear, you’ve more than outdone yourself.”

“Just gotta keep you on your toes. Just because you’re officially my Master doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy for you.”

“Oh, I don’t expect it to. Now then, my little silver-tongued fae. Run.”

With a peal of laughter, I race from the room and tear into the main atrium. Others look at me in bewilderment as I run about, as naked as I left, but I don’t care. Let them stare. Let them laugh. I finally found where I belong, and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.

When I started my investigation into Chi Sigma Delta, I never thought it would lead me to this life of pain and pleasure, but even better, it led me to my soul mate.

My perfectly dirty dean.

Epilogue

Doctor Bradley

Wind whips through my hair as I lean against the worn fence. I’m not sure what Luke has me out here for. I should be working with some of the other students as they do their clinicals. Instead, I’m watching the runners like I’m some glorified babysitter.

Soon enough, he jogs over to me and jerks his thumb at a slim redhead with a decent rack and an even better ass. Her curls blow about in the breeze until she gathers it up into a severe bun at the back of her head. Pity.

The hair softened her a bit, making her look a lot more graceful and alluring. Now, she just looks gaunt, like an overworked-underpaid taskmaster. None of this is cause for a doctor, however.

“She’s cute. What about her? Want me to critique her ass as you make her run?”

“No, smartass,” he snaps at me. “There’s something not really right with her. I’ve already had Doctor Andrew take a crack at her, but he says she’s fine. Just a classic overachiever.”

At the mention of my archrivals name, I stand a bit taller. Just because he’s a doctor it doesn’t count if it’s a pseudoscience. The fact that Luke is now coming to me proves I’m the better of the two.

“What’s going on with her?”

“You think I know? I’m not the doctor here. Just... fuck. Assess. Whatever. Make her come in for a physical. I don’t give a damn.”

Without waiting for a reply, he jogs off and joins the other at a thin white line. They all hunch down in anticipation of sprinting off, and I use that moment to really look at her. Long slim legs that would look divine wrapped around my hips. An ass that was made to be fucked. But nothing that just screams illness.

Thing is, I know a lot of stuff can be lurking, waiting, things that even sexy students might not know about. Pretty sure that’s not it, though. It has to be something a commoner like Luke could pick up on. So that rules out a lot of the idiopathic stuff.

Maybe it’s movement based. Orthopedic? In that case, he has the wrong physician, but I’d never say no to undressing her and checking every fucking inch.

It takes a sheer force of will to pull my head back into the game. It’s been so long since I’ve indulged in a Society submissive, that it’s fucking with my brain. Still though, if they had a gem like her, I might be tempted to claim her.

His loud shout pulls me back, and I watch as she takes off. Though I’ve never been one to really appreciate sports, I study her movements, memorizing the curve of her body as it goes through all the steps. From here, I see no flaws, no hesitations.

Once they’re done, her face is a bright red, and her breaths come in gasps, but she’s soon under control. If anything, she might have an issue regulating her cardio. But again, that’s not something that really needs a physician’s care. They go through this several more times until Luke finally lets them go.

“Well?”

“Well what? She did a good job running. Congrats on a winning team.”

“No. Did you see it?”

“You’ll have to tell me what I’m supposed to be looking at. All I saw was a girl running around and track and getting winded. It’s not rocket science.”