Me: Are you wearing it? You avoided my question.
Lila: Maybe.
Me: I don’t think you are. It’s against the faculty code of conduct for a professor to lie to her student.
Lila: We abandoned the code of conduct about six-and-a-half orgasms ago.
Me: Half?
Lila: I had a mini one Friday night. Before the big one. And you’re right. I forgot to wear it this morning.
Me: If you wear it Wednesday, I’ll find a creative way to thank you.
Lila: I like the sound of that.
Me: You’ll like the feel of it, too.
The video ended, along with our sexy texting.
The next forty-eight hours dragged by. I texted Lila to remind her about it early Wednesday morning, but she didn’t respond.
When I walked into class, she gave me a knowing smile. I could feel Brock watching us from his seat, so I didn’t react as I took the steps up to our row.
“You still good with this afternoon?” he asked. “To study for the exam?”
“Sure,” I replied absently. “Let’s chat after class.”
Lila raised her voice and began the lecture. I glanced at my watch and waited exactly five minutes before opening a new app on my phone. I turned the toy down to the lowest setting, held my thumb over the button, and locked my gaze onto Lila.
“Now, regarding an individual’s Miranda Rights…” she was explaining.
I pressed the button.
“…it’s important toknow—” Her voice suddenly rose an octave, and she flinched.
Her eyes locked onto mine across the lecture hall. I smiled back at her.
“Lost my train of thought,” she said with a chuckle. “It’s important to know whether the individual…”
I allowed her to continue the lecture, keeping the toy at the lowest setting. A constant little buzz. Eventually, she stopped pacing around the stage and sat in her chair behind the desk. When she called on a student to answer a question, I turned the toy’s vibration up another notch.
The way her back stiffened wasperfect.
I didn’t torture her too much. I was only having a little naughty fun, not trying to get her fired. But I was rock hard imagining the toy inside of her, vibrating against the inner walls.
When class officially ended, I stayed in my seat. Not just because I wanted to wait until the classroom was empty to talk to Lila, but also because I needed to wait until the tent in my pants had died down.
She glared at me as I approached the dais. “Mr. Strickland.”
“Professor Carrington.” I couldn’t keep the smugness out of my voice. “Great lecture today.”
She stared up at me. Waiting.
“The toy can be controlled by app,” I explained.
“I figured that out,” she said dryly. “Professor Freidman has this room next. Shall we continue our conversation in my office?”
“Only if it’s quick,” I said. “My next class is in half an hour.”
