My heart stops.

I’m half-naked on Dr. Kane’s desk, legs spread, pussy dripping onto the wood, her fingers still in my mouth. The knock comes again—firm, male.

“Come in,” she calls, voice perfectly calm.

The door opens. A tall guy I recognize from class—broad shoulders, messy dark hair, cocky grin—steps inside and locks the door behind him without being told. His eyes land on me and widen with raw hunger.

“Fuck, Professor. You weren’t kidding.”

“Meet Ava,” Dr. Kane says, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. “Our little cheater. She’s here for tutoring. Ava, this is Marcus. He’s going to watch tonight… and maybe join later if...