Page 23 of Kiss and Make Love

Becca was right. He was Professor Filthy Mouth, and she was here for it. Shewantedhim to dominate her. First time for everything, right?

“Why don’t you come home with me and show me in person?”

He groaned. “Because, regrettably, I have to teach a class in twenty minutes. And I need to change my clothes,” he said, gesturing to the wet spot on his pants.

She chuckled as she peeled herself off of him, tugged down her skirt, and crossed to grab her bag by his office door. “How are you ever going to concentrate enough to teach when all you can think about is me at home playing with myself to the thought of you?”

He stood and leaned both hands on the top of his desk. “Fuck, Spencer. Are you really planning to go home and do that?”

“My Professor said I had to. So I guess it’s my homework for tonight.” She turned and left his office, determined to find her best vibrator as soon as she got home.

She’d even snap a picture to send to Mr. Monroe.

From: Brett Monroe

To: Spencer Williams

So what about your family? I’ve told you about Brad. Do you have any familial trauma you’d like to share?

Here it was. Thetell me about your familypart of getting to know a new partner. Something she dreaded every time she dated someone new. But Brett had told her about his little brother, and that couldn’t have been easy. Time to stop being such a little bitch about it and share. She brought her knees up to her chin and started typing, curled up on her soft sofa.

From: Spencer Williams

To: Brett Monroe

I know you’re half teasing me, but youarea psychologist so…do I have to pay you per hour to share about the screwed-up relationship I have with my mom?

From: Brett Monroe

To: Spencer Williams

How about you send me those pictures you took? That can be your payment. You can unload about your mom, and I can…well…Everyone wins.

From: Spencer Williams

To: Brett Monroe

Gross. Don’t talk about my mom and self-gratification in the same sentence.

From: Brett Monroe

To: Spencer Williams

Apologies.

Also, you’re stalling.

He was right. She was stalling. Also known as being a little bitch. She hit reply and let the words flow out through her thumbs:

From: Spencer Williams

To: Brett Monroe

Okay, okay.

It’s not like anything horrific ever happened to me. My mom was very critical. That takes a toll on you, especially when you’re young and forming an identity. I just wanted to be me, but Mom always had other ideas.

She didn’t like my personality. I was always too snippy, too abrasive, too blunt. My rough edges needed to be sanded down, according to her. I think I heard some version of, “you’re too (fill in the blank here)” every day of my life, and what the consequence would be.

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