When he turned back around, his eyes locked directly on her chest. For a full two seconds, he stared. The muscle in his jaw ticked visibly. His knuckles whitened around the marker in his hand. Then he blinked, continuing the lecture as if nothing had happened, but his voice had dropped a fraction lower, rougher around the edges.

Heat flooded Lila’s body. She felt powerful. Wanted. The forbidden thrill made her thighs press together under the desk. *He’s hard right now, isn’t he? Thinking about bending me over again. About how wet I was for him last night.* Her pussy throbbed at the thought, slick soaking through her panties.

She...