The gauze-thin blouse rasped over the tender bud, sending sparks straight to her clit. He twisted gently, watching her face. Millie's breath hitched. "Th-thank you--"

His other hand claimed her right nipple, pinching, rolling, tugging until both peaks throbbed visibly against the fabric. The hallway noise died. She felt it--the hush, the stares, the weight of a hundred eyes.

"Are you coming to my class?" he asked, casual as if discussing homework.

She nodded, unable to speak.

"Wonderful." He leaned in. His mouth brushed hers. His tongue tracing the gloss on her lower lip before slipping inside. Millie kissed back on instinct, a helpless little moan vibrating between them.

His...