Chapter 2Ava’s POVERTY “What now, Dr. Black?” I asked, my voice coming out bolder than I felt, leaning forward in the chair so my breasts strained against my blouse. My nipples were stiff peaks, clearly visible through the thin fabric, and I didn’t bother hiding them. “You said extra credit. So grade me. Tell me exactly what’s wrong with my essay.”He walked back around his desk slowly, but instead of sitting, he picked up my papers again and came to lean against the front edge, right in front of me. I could see the way his pants stretched over his thighs, the growing bulge pressing against the trouser. My mouth watered thinking about wrapping my lips around whatever was hiding there, sucking him deep until he lost that calm control.“Your essay isn’t wrong, Ava,” he said, his voice dropping lower, rougher around the edges. “It’s deliberate. You wrote about a student bent over a desk, skirt flipped up, getting fingered while she recites literary theory. You described her dripping
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