Brock didn’t wait for me at all. He simply grabbed the back of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head in one clean motion. His dark gaze pinned me as if daring me to look away. I didn’t.
I stepped back until my butt hit the edge of the desk, letting myself take in the three of them. All warm skin, strong lines, and barely contained hunger.
“Pants too,” I said.
“Who says you’re in charge?” Brock asked.
“This is still my classroom,” I said firmly. “Until midnight tonight, I’m the one calling the shots in here. And I’ve decided that it’s a crime you are all still wearing pants.”
“Youarea Criminology expert,” Cam said.
Jace smirked and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down with the kind of controlled confidence that made heat pool low in my belly. Cam fumbled with his for half a second, cursing under his breath until Brock chuckled.
Within seconds, denim and belts were a messy ring on the lecture platform around them, leaving nothing between us but tension and the kind of anticipation that made my pulse hammer.
I sank to my knees. Because the sight of them like that made it hard not to. “You locked the doors?”
“Deadbolts too,” Jace confirmed. “Nobody can enter from the outside, even if they have a key.”
That was the only thing holding me back. Their bodies were warm against my hands as I settled myself between them, my palms resting on their thighs. Three pairs of eyes locked on me, hungry and reverent all at once. And in that charged, breathless moment before anything else happened, I felt powerful. Desired. Worshipped.
Jace was already breathing hard, chest rising like he’d been holding himself together for too long. When I touched him, a low, involuntary groan rumbled out of him. His fingers threading into my hair as if he needed something to anchor himself.
I could feel the shift in him… the way his control thinned, the way his body tightened under my touch. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading, blooming. Every little tremor in him made something deep inside me tighten in response.
God, the way herespondedto me.
Every inch of him beneath my hands and lips made my pulse thrum in my ears, and the way he caught his breath against me had me leaning closer, desperate to feel his shiver while I began sucking him off. His body stiffened with each subtle move I made, and the low, ragged exhale he let slip into my hair sent a rush straight through me, hot and electric, leaving me trembling.
After weeks of holding back, I was drunk on the power I held over them. Even if today was the last day.
That just means we have to make this count.
Jace choked on a breath, and the rush of it curled through my spine. I loved knowing I could do that to him. That I could take this man who was usually so composed and make him unravel with nothing more than my mouth.
He tugged on my hair, not hard, just insistent, like he needed me closer. Needed more.
But I wasn’t giving him more. Not yet. I wanted to feel him tremble for me. I wanted to savor every second he fought to hold himself together. I wanted the power of it. The way he looked at me like I was the only thing he could focus on, the only thing that mattered.
And God… feeling that kind of desire aimed at me? It lit me up from the inside out.
Cam’s impatience was tangible. His hands pressed on my shoulders as he guided me toward him.
I gave him a playful smile, and he grinned back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I took his cock into my mouth, working in perfect rhythm, my eyes never leaving his. His hands found the back of my head, pulling me closer, urging me to take more of him. I obliged, my throat relaxing, accommodating his length.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw tightening, that boyish bravado of his flickering into something rawer. Pure need.
“Professor…” His hands fumbled in my hair like he couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or hold himself back. The tension in him was addictive. It was hot and on a hair-trigger.
Every small sound he made went straight through me. His head tipped back for a second, a soft groan escaping him and that was when I felt it: the point where he was about to lose control.
I pulled away.
Just barely. Just enough.
Cam blinked hard, eyes blown dark with arousal.
“Professor Carrington,” he breathed, wrecked and wanting.
