CHAPTER 1: BENT OVER HIS DESK

EMILY’S POVI’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 cum 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,...