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My cheeks are burning from all the attention. On top of that, they’re on fire from Jacob’s praise. He sounds genuinely impressed by me.
“Now let’s change gears,” Jacob says, drawing my attention to the front of the room. “We’re going to spend some time today talking about provocation.”
My eyebrows pinch because this wasn’t on the agenda, but he’s been known to go off script from time to time.
“You’ll find that many criminals place blame for their actions on someone else. They claim they wouldn’t have done what they did if they weren’t provoked.”
“Crimes of passion,” I blurt out again, immediately sinking into my seat.
“Very good again, Ms. Lancaster.” He smirks. “Crimes of passion. They deem what they’ve done justifiable considering the circumstances.”
“That’s an excuse.”
“Is it?” He sinks back against his desk again. “Try to put yourself in their position for one second. Extreme irritation. Extreme frustration. At what point would you snap?”
I open my mouth to tell him I wouldn’t. To fight a little more because I can’t help it with this man. But right as I do, something deep in my core pulses, and I shift in my seat. Vibrations hum against my clit, and I snap my mouth shut before I moan out loud. And that’s when I realize Jacob’s hands aren’t in his pocket because he’s relaxed. He has a remote to the toy he stuck inside me, and he just turned it on.
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“Are you okay?”Violet’s eyebrows pinch as she looks over at me. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine.” I shift, but all it does is rub the vibrator against me, sending a strong pulse shooting through my core.
Jacob smirks, breaking my stare and continuing his lecture like he isn’t currently torturing me with vibrations.
I didn’t realize what he meant when he said he was going to show me how badly he wants me. But as the vibrator pulses and heat pools in my core, I start to understand it more every second. At least the toy is quiet, so no one can hear what’s happening.
If only I didn’t feel it humming through my body. Skittering through my nerves.
And when he suddenly changes the setting, I grab my desk, forcefully biting back a moan.
“What was that?” Jacob asks from the front of the room, watching me with his wicked green eyes.
Everyone’s attention is on me, but my mind is in a fog. Black spots dot my vision as I resist the need to just let go.
“I’m sorry.” I roll my shoulders back, trying to stay composed. “What were we discussing?”
“Passion.” His lips tilt with his amusement.
Every breath sets my lungs on fire. My body is burning from the inside out.
“Emotional distress,” he continues as he starts pacing across the front of the room, entirely unfazed by what he’s doing to me. “Physical responses under extreme circumstances. It’s almost chemical at that point. In the heat of the moment—with the right triggers—a person will do just about anything. Don’t you think?”
The vibrations intensify, and my grip on the desk has my knuckles turning white. He’s trying to push me to my breaking point. The toy vibrates against me, humming against my clit in all the right ways, and I’m on the verge of coming in front of the entire class.
Jacob’s green eyes are on me, and I can’t form words. I can’t think or breathe. I can barely see as the room starts to blur. A bead of sweat trickles down the back of my neck, and I swear my insides are on the verge of erupting.
“Yes,” I manage to croak out with the hint of a moan.
I can’t help it. Holding this back is impossible. I’m going to shatter. But just as I think I’m about to tip over that ledge, the vibrations cut off, and Jacob breaks my stare.
“That’s all for today. I want three thousand words on my desk by next class. Enjoy the early afternoon.” Jacob circles his desk, organizing a stack of papers. “Ms. Lancaster, stay a moment. We need to discuss the interview.”
My thighs press tight. I’m relieved and annoyed all at once.
