JUNE POV
I slipped into the classroom before Justin, my legs still shaky from the walk over. Every step had been a silent battle, thanks to the toys he so smugly stuffed inside me. The v-balls shifted with every movement, teasing my already overstimulated body, and the plug… well, let's just say I had a new respect for gravity.
I didn't head to my usual seat near the front. No way. Not today. Not when I was fighting a losing war between composure and collapse. I slid into a chair at the back, tucked against the corner. Out of view. Hopefully unnoticed.
I slid my bag on the desk and took a deep breath. Maybe—just maybe—Justin was too caught up in dealing with the whole situation in his pants to actually come to class. I'd tortured him enough in the car. He'd skip.
Wrong.
The door opened with that unmistakable swagger he walked with, and I didn't even have to turn around to know it was him. My entire body went on high alert, like it could smell him.
I peeked over my shoulder.
