JUNE POV
I needed release.
Desperately. Urgently. Now.
Justin had left me shaking in that seat, trembling and soaked, teetering right at the edge of oblivion—and then he'd switched it all off. Just like that. Like some evil sex god playing puppet master and dangling my orgasm by a thread.
If I didn't do something soon, I was going to lose my mind. So, I did what any woman pushed beyond her limits would do.
I lied.
I raised my hand halfway through the next slide, voice calm, face neutral, only slightly pink from suppressed insanity. "Excuse me, I need the restroom."
The professor barely glanced my way and nodded.
I bolted. Not running—but fast. Focused. Purposeful.
I didn't head to the regular bathroom by the main hallway—too busy, too visible. I went upstairs, two floors up, to the forgotten girls' restroom tucked between old labs and storage closets. No one liked it. Too many stairs. Too out of the way.
Perfect.
