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But everything goes dead again.
Syn stands, slipping his phone into his pocket. As he fastens the buttons back up on his blazer, he looks down at me. “We should go, or we’ll be late to Mass Comm.”
My body is tingling, my breathing is shallow, and I can feel beads of sweat gather in the small of my back. I was close. So fucking close, but nothing. My face feels like it’s on fire because rocking back and forth isn’t bringing me the release I need, but the desperation isn’t enough to beg Syn.
Smirking, he arches an eyebrow, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
Ignoring the way my pussy is clutching at the motionless cock, and how standing and walking has the now hot nub rubbing against my clit—enough to keep me close to orgasm, but not enough to make it happen—I follow Syn outside.
Royal falls into step beside me. “There’s nothing I can do, Tor. But Gemini said that even with that pack, the batteries won’t last a full day. It will probably be over by lunchtime.”
He actually seems regretful, but then he pulls back his jacket.
“I’m hard as fuck right now, and I’m going to struggle not to come all over myself.”
The ice-cold late November air does nothing to ease how hot I feel. Gemini’s device has me so turned on, that I have to mentally restrain myself from dragging Royal to the nearest bench to replace the artificial cock with his.
So it’s not until I walk into the classroom, everything happening on autopilot, that I realize this is the class I sit in as Payne’s T.A.
XXXV
Tori
Unlike breakfast, me sitting at the front of the room next to Payne’s desk is nothing out of the ordinary. I’m able to sit down and take attendance without anybody giving me a second look. My biggest problem, however, is working out how to sit so I’m not flashing the class what’s probably a giant wet patch between my legs, while also trying not to sit in a position that stimulates my clit.
“I see you’ve decided to join class today, Mr. Keyingham,” Payne says, drawing both mine and Syn’s attention.
From the way he lowers his phone, I think I’ve just been granted a small reprieve.
“I was ill yesterday. Sorry,” he responds, sounding anything but.
“When we went over the rules of the class at the beginning of the year, we all agreed that they were clear. Classes are mandatory, not optional.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Syn raises his hand to show the bandage. “Ill.”
“I’ll brush over your understanding of the word ill, because whether you are ill or injured, you are still required to attend class unless you let me know. Which you didn’t.” Payne folds his arms and leans back against his desk.
“I expected the T.A. to pass that message on to you, what with it being her job and all.” Syn shoots a glare in my direction.
“Oh, she did. As did your two friends on either side of you, but it’s you who’s required to let me know.”
For the most part, most students attend their classes. It’s not just Payne’s class, but a college requirement. But even since becoming Payne’s T.A., there have been students in this class who have been absent, and I’m sure it’s only because one of their friends told Payne.
“Well, I’ll make sure to call you personally next time,” Syn tells him.
“Well,” Payne says, in the same dry tone. “The rules are that missing classes will result in failing classes—”
“For just one class? Are you messing with me?” Syn shouts, outraged.
“If you don’t want to fail this class, then I suggest you report back here at six thirty this evening.” Payne’s voice is cold, and I can feel the hostility that he’s directing at Syn. I spent several weeks on the receiving end of that, so I’m relieved it’s not aimed at me this time.
But if this is his master plan to get Syn out of the house long enough for me to be able to plant that camera, I think he’s walking a dangerous path.
“Are you giving me detention?” Syn snorts, attempting not to laugh. “This is college.”
Payne nods. “Yes, it is a university. An esteemed establishment where students are expected to act like adults, especially when they’re a senior nearing graduation. So when you skip classes like a high school child, you can’t act surprised when I treat you like one.”
I’m chewing my lip before I realize what I’m doing. Payne is a professor, and probably never even been on Syn’s radar before now, but this isn’t taunting a hungry tiger. It’s taunting the guy with a hand on the release button to the cage that the hungry tigers are trying to escape.
