CHAPTER 1: BENT OVER HIS DESK
EMILY’S POV
I’m that girl, you know? The one with the glasses always slightly askew, a stack of books taller than I am, and a permanent coffee stain on my cardigan.
My idea of a wild Friday night is annotating my favorite fantasy novel with a new pack of colorful pens.
So, how did I end up bent over my Ethics professor’s desk with his c*m dripping down my thighs?
It started with my thesis. I’d poured my entire soul into forty-seven pages on the feminist lens of Reclaiming Female Promiscuity in Erotic Fiction.
I’d lived on cold pizza and adrenaline for three days straight, convinced this was my magnum opus.
Professor Herman did not agree.
The fluorescent lights in his office hummed. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, not even looking at me as he
