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gone on her way.
    Straight to this prestigious BDSM academy, apparently.
    Christ. This image will be branded on my retinas forever.
    To her credit, she composed herself quickly, standing straighter as she turned away to stare toward the class. Still, he watched a flush creep from her chest, up her neck, and into her freckled cheeks. While he couldn’t see the freckles from here, he’d noticed them the other day. Only then he’d thought them cute. Not sexy.
    Until now.
    Wait a minute . Why did he find them sexy now? Tori had ruined him for any other woman since he’d met her in college twenty years ago.
    Until now.
    Wrong. So wrong to be thinking these thoughts about another woman.
    Doctor Jeffrey locked her jaw and kept her mouth in a straight line. The no-nonsense instructor handed a long wooden stick to a young male classmate who then pointed to the sexual and erogenous zones on both the man’s muscular body and the physician’s softer body. She’d hidden her assets well—until tonight.
    Why the hell wouldn’t she? She was a professional woman, a medical doctor, for Christ’s sake. No doubt she’d had to fight long and hard in her career to keep her colleagues’ and patients’ minds from straying the way Kristoffer’s was now.
    What on earth was she doing here? Was she a submissive trainee at the academy or merely moonlighting as a body model tonight? She’d said during the meeting at Gunnar’s that she planned to return to Afghanistan as soon as she could obtain a new assignment. She couldn’t possibly need money this badly, not that aid workers were known to bring in huge salaries.
    When the pointer touched her pink areola, his entire being zeroed in on the lesson, and his cock stirred to life.
    Bloody hell!
    Guilt washed over him. He had no more luck in averting his gaze now than he’d had on the highway at the accident scene earlier this evening.
    Her nipple peaked, as if reaching out to the pointer. The room grew unbearably hot as sweat dampened the back of his starched collar. Kristoffer reached up unobtrusively and undid the top button of his shirt so as not to call attention to this lapse in his own professional decorum. At least now he could breathe a little easier.
    Realizing he ogled her still, he forced himself to shift his focus to what the student was saying as he pointed out her more than ample attributes. Yes, this was definitely an anatomy class. The student had been instructed to point out the erogenous zones in the female body. No, not just any female’s body—Doctor Jeffrey’s. The pointer moved to the rapidly pounding pulse in her neck.
    Seeing such an attractive woman standing naked before him gave him any number of inappropriate, unprofessional musings, but horniness was no reason for him to stray down this dangerous road. What he was experiencing was pure, unadulterated lust borne of long-term neglect of a certain part of his anatomy.
    An appendage that would remain neglected.
    Would she be asked to advise them on her perspective as a student here before Gunnar made a decision as to whether he would purchase this institution?
    He hoped not.
    The sooner he regained control of his aberrant thoughts, the better.
    Hell, what hadn’t he seen? Well, her backside had thankfully been hidden from view.
    As if the unknowingly sadistic instructor read his mind, she asked the two models to turn around. Glued to the beautiful display before him, any attempt to turn away failed miserably. He couldn’t if his life depended on it.
    The unexpected sight of her ginger tresses cascading down her back jolted him from his stupor. She’d worn it up and carefully styled for the Forseti Group meeting. He had no idea her hair was so long, tapering off just above the curve of her ass.
    Why am I fantasizing about her ass? Or hair, for that matter? I hardly know her.
    He squinted. Was that a tattoo on her ass cheek? She was too far away for him to see what the small design depicted, but Doctor Jeffrey