Tristina stepped into the lecture hall wearing a tiny white crop top that barely contained her full breasts. The neckline plunged so low that the soft, round curves of her cleavage spilled out with every breath. A thin micro-skirt hugged her hips, riding up to expose the lower half of her ass cheeks. She’d skipped the bra on purpose, letting her nipples poke against the thin fabric. Her long legs were bare, and the heels she wore made her thighs look even longer and smoother.

Alex’s jaw tightened the moment he saw her. Fucking hell. She was doing this on purpose. That little slut knew exactly what she was showing—her tits practically falling out, her ass barely covered. He wanted to drag her out of the hall, bend her over the nearest desk, and spank her until her cheeks were red. She’s begging for it. Begging for my cock. I should fuck her right here in front of everyone, make her scream my name while I fill her cunt.