Ava’s POV

I drove home with the picture of his cock still stuck in my head. His cum dripped steadily out of me, staining my jeans and the driver’s seat. The dried scent of my arousal stuck to my jeans was the only smell I could sense in the air.

Every time I shifted in the seat I felt it — warm, slick, undeniable proof of what had just happened on what was supposed to be used by Dr. Harlow herself.

The anxiety that had dragged me to the office in the first place was gone, replaced by something heavier and dirtier that stuck to my pussy.

I parked in...