Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I stared at her.
“There is a significant difference between the work you
complete at home and the work you complete in class,” she
continued. “And I notice the difference in the handwriting, as
well. I’m not going to ask you to defend yourself, because we
both know what’s really going on, and I’m not going to waste
either of our time.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
She paused, licking her lips and clearing her throat. “All
I’m going to say is ‘stop’.” She tipped her chin down at me.
“Do the work, or you won’t pass.”
Uh-huh. I kept my eyes on hers, but I could still see the
hard, little points of her nipples jutting through her dress.
Maybe it was cold. Maybe it wasn’t. I just wanted to see them.
My breathing quickened and my cock started to swell with
the image of her undressed, and I ground my teeth together to
keep my urges in check for as long as possible.
When I didn’t reply, she prompted me. “Do you
understand?”
I cast my gaze upward again, imagining her glossy red
lipstick smeared all over my pillow from being ‘face down, ass
up’ in my bed all night. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
She stood there, looking confused like she didn’t expect it
to go that smoothly, but then nodded and offered me a
goodwill half-smile. “Okay, then. Have a good day,” she said,
dismissing me.
I almost snorted. We weren’t done.
My turn.
“May I ask you a question?” I said, pulling up a picture of
her on my phone. “Is this you?”
I stood up and strolled over to her, not stopping until I was
close enough to look down at her. Her eyes shot from the
phone in my hand up to me and back down again in our
suddenly intimate space, trying to take a step back but only
meeting her desk.