Lila stood outside the lecture hall, heart pounding against her ribs like a war drum. She’d spent the entire morning replaying every second of last night in Professor Voss’s classroom—his deep voice mocking her, the impossible heat of his clothed cock pressed against her ass, the way he’d walked out and left her dripping and desperate. Sleep had been impossible. She’d tossed and turned, fingers buried between her thighs, but nothing satisfied the ache he’d left behind.

*Two can play this game,* she’d whispered to her reflection while getting dressed. And now she was ready.

She waited until ten minutes after class had officially started before pushing open the heavy...