A little whimper escaped my lips, and his pen stopped moving. Then, slowly, like the final note of a requiem, Dean Vale watched me.
He didn’t ask what I was doing and he didn’t tell me to stop. He just looked at my flushed cheeks, at my parted lips, at my trembling thighs clenched together trying to cage the pulse of the toy I hadn’t turned off.
My breath caught in my throat, and his gaze was glacial, analytical, and patient. He didn’t look upset; in fact, he ignored that he had just watched me orgasm right in front of him.
“Sit.”
I gave the faintest nod and sat, the vibrator directly on my clit on.
He leaned forward, his eyes locking on mine. “You made quite the scene in Professor Smith’s class.”
I nodded.
“You made an inappropriate sound. A moan he called it and the whole class
