Allie sat in the front row like she always did, legs pressed tight together under the desk. Professor Kane’s deep voice rolled through the lecture hall like thunder, talking about passion in old books, but all she could focus on was him. He was tall, broad in the shoulders, with salt-and-pepper hair and a jaw that looked like it could cut glass. Forty-something, married to his work, and way too fucking hot for a literature professor.Every time he said her name — “Allie, what do you think?” — her pussy clenched. She nodded, pretending to be the good student, but her nipples were hard under her thin white blouse. She wore a short plaid skirt today, the kind that rode up when she crossed her legs. She wanted him to notice.Class ended. Students packed up and left, chatting and laughing. Allie stayed in her seat, heart hammering. She gathered her notes slowly, then walked up to his desk with her essay in hand.“Professor Kane? Can I ask you something about this?”He looked up, eyes dark
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