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like their fries, I’m going to turn you over my
knee.”
    She shrieked and then began
to laugh.
    She was still laughing when
he put a finger beneath her chin and tilted it, forcing her to look
up at him. The sweet tinkle of her laughter faded as he pressed his
mouth to hers.
     

About the Author
    Dee Carney began writing
short stories in middle school, but did not attempt completion of a
novel until almost ten years later—which, despite good intentions,
she never finished. Almost ten years later, she challenged herself
to begin writing again, and her love for storytelling was
rekindled.
    Now, Dee is a best-selling,
award-winning author who lives at home in Georgia with her husband,
two dogs, and a cat. When not writing, Dee is usually curled up on
the couch with a good book!
    To learn more about all of
Dee’s books, please visit her on the web at http://www.deecarney.com
     

 
     
Conned
By
Chloe Cole
     

 
Dedication
    To my husband and best
friend, Chip, for being exactly the man I thought he
was.
    Oh! And for my CP Murphy for
the ice cube idea *air high five*
     

Chapter One
    “ Oh my God. Oh, God. Yeah . Yeah, right there.
Yes. Yes!”
    For the first half a minute,
Professor Tucker Lamb had tried to muscle through it, but the
sounds coming from the adjacent classroom had gotten more animated
and were now too distracting to ignore. His inseam was feeling
decidedly shorter than it had a minute ago and his students
couldn’t mask their reactions any longer.
    Most of the girls wrinkled
their noses and laughed softly to one another. Some of the guys
tried to follow suit, but their half-hearted attempts came off as
wooden. They couldn’t hide their fascination or the fact that they
were extremely interested in finding out who was behind the very
vocal “O”.
    Tuck knew exactly who was
responsible. Fortunately, his students were freshmen, so most
probably hadn’t met the Human Sexuality professor, Doctor Eleanor
Malloy. And it was a good thing, because there would have been a
stampede to get out of his classroom and into hers.
    She didn’t look like any
“Eleanor” he’d ever seen and was better known as Cricket. She’d
told him that her dad had given her that nickname when she was a
child because she never liked to sleep, she just made noise all
night long. He had to bite his tongue to keep from asking her if
that was still the case and if she’d give him a shot to be the guy
behind all the noise.
    He’d met her a bunch of
times since he started at Westside six months before, but he’d
never had the good luck to work in the same building with her until
today. The Psych building was cordoned off while a crew of
exterminators dealt with an infestation of hornets. The department
was scattered throughout the campus now, set up in every available
classroom until they got the all-clear.
    “ Okay, guys. It sounds like
Dr. Malloy’s lesson is winding down now, so let’s try to focus,” he
said with a smile he hoped didn’t look as pained as it
felt.
    He wondered how many times
she’d been slapped on the wrist for her outrageous classroom
antics. There was no question she was great at her job and her
students loved her. She was well known for making the material
relatable and easy to understand. Moreover, he respected her
because she practiced what she preached. She defended her subject
of expertise like a wolverine and was very vocal about the fact
that she viewed human sexuality as an integral part of life. There
was nothing dirty or tawdry about it, thank you very much. Her
attitude carried through to her teaching and no subject was taboo.
She was fearless and he admired that.
    But that fearlessness came
with a price. In Cricket’s case, it made her a target for the
school’s administrators. Tuck suspected that her appearance did
little to help her case. Five foot nothing, a hundred and
thirty-five pounds comprised almost entirely of tits and ass, she
was like something from a tractor-trailer’s