Professor Kane’s POV
I didn’t bother knocking.
The moment I pushed the door open, the scene before me hit like a shot of pure adrenaline. Kendra was sitting on Professor Reed’s desk like the filthiest fantasy come to life. Her legs were spread wide apart, her short dress bunched uselessly around her waist, and her fingers were buried deep inside her dripping, swollen p***y. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy with frustration and unshed tears from being denied release for so long.
She looked absolutely ruined.
Reed turned slowly in his leather chair, his expression shifting from possessive satisfaction to cold fury the second our eyes met. But I saw it — that flicker beneath the anger. The same conflicted hunger I’d recognized in him for years.
I stepped inside and locked the door behin
