“You’re distracted.”

Elias’s voice cut through the quiet of his office like a blade. I was bent over the desk again, skirt around my waist, his fingers buried inside me to the second knuckle, but my mind had been somewhere else for the last five minutes. Somewhere dangerous. Somewhere that had nothing to do with extra credit.

I forced a breath out. “I’m failing a midterm in real time. Forgive me if my performance is off.”

He curled his fingers harder, finding that spot with unerring accuracy. My hips jerked. A soft, broken sound slipped out before I could stop it.

“That’s not distraction,” he said, almost mild. “That’s you...