“Just reminiscing about the semester,” I said. “It went by so fast. It feels like it was just yesterday when you approached me after class on the first day.”
Jace grinned. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when you recognized me.”
Brock closed the classroom door and twisted the deadbolt. Cam had walked to the other side of class, to the emergency exit, verifying that the deadbolt was engaged there as well.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Making sure nobody can get inside, even with a key,” Jace explained while joining me on stage. There was a lusty look in his eyes that instantly raised my pulse.
“If there are cameras…”
“None in here,” Cam said confidently. “And the ones in the hallway have all been disabled. No recording for the next hour. And if anyone checks, the logs will show that it’s regular maintenance on the servers.”
“The next hour?” I asked.
Brock and Cam climbed the steps up onto the lecture platform. “We figure that’s enough time for what we have planned. But if not, I can disable the cameras a little longer.”
My body practically hummed with excitement. “What do you have planned?” I asked, even though I was certain I knew the answer.
Brock leaned toward me first. His lips brushed mine in a deliberate, testing press. I swallowed against the sudden heat blooming through me, the way his mouth seemed to spark a memory of our last time together two weeks before.
Behind him, Cam’s eyes held a flicker of mischief as he leaned closer, brushing past Brock to kiss my shoulder. Then Jace wasthere, one hand finding my thigh, his thumb grazing over the soft skin above my knee.
“You look gorgeous in this dress,” Brock murmured.
“A summer dress for summer,” I whispered as he began to kiss my neck. “Should we move this celebration to my place?”
“No,” Jace said firmly. “It’s been two weeks since we’ve been together, Lila, and I can’t wait another second.”
“Call me Professor Carrington,” I breathed. “Just this last time.”
The three of them gave me a wolfish smile.
Their lips moved against mine in turns, and I realized my hands were already tangled in Cam’s hair while Jace’s hand had shifted higher on my leg, ghosting along the edge of my dress.
Oh, I’ve missed you three, I thought.
Each kiss had its flavor: Brock deliberate, teasing the line between careful and daring; Cam fast, hungry, a heat that made me shiver; Jace steady, grounding, claiming without asking. I let my fingers follow instinct, threading through hair, rubbing skin, feeling the taut pull of anticipation in each of them.
When Jace’s lips left mine, he slid his hand beneath my dress. A gasp caught in my throat at the first press of his fingers. Brock leaned down, lips near my collarbone, and I trembled, feeling the weight of all three on me at once.
“Lila,” Jace whispered, voice rough, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down my spine. Then he remembered my demand and said, “Professor Carrington.”
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, knowing they were already far beyond needing permission.
“Know what’ll make this celebration even better?” Brock’s eyes flashed with mischief as he smiled at me. “All three of us sharing you for the first time.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, eyes flicking to Cam.
He immediately nodded. “I was ready two weeks ago at your place. Before we got interrupted by Jerry’s email. This is all I’ve been able to think about since then. I’m about toexplode, Professor.”
The three of them stood around me, shoulders squared, chests rising a little too fast, each of them looking at me like I was the center of gravity in the room.
My fingers brushed over the hem of Jace’s shirt first. “Off,” I murmured.
Jace didn’t hesitate. He lifted his arms, letting me peel the fabric up and over his head. His skin was warm, muscles shifting under my palms. He watched me like he was memorizing every move I made.
Cam was next. He grinned and tugged his own shirt off, dropping it somewhere behind him. His stomach tightened as I skimmed my nails down it, and he drew in a sharp breath like he hadn’t expected the touch to hit that hard.
