The cabinet was suffocating.

Sophia pressed her back against the wooden wall, heart slamming against her ribs as Dean Hargrove’s voice droned on about budget allocations and faculty evaluations. Her thighs were still slick from Alexander’s earlier attentions, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. The scent of her own arousal lingered in the small, dark space, mixing with the faint smell of old books and polished oak. Worst of all, her phone screen still glowed with that last dangerous text from him.

Stay quiet... or the entire campus hears how my star student begs for her professor’s cock.

She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, fighting the fresh...