Page 33 of Tough Score

His fingers begin pumping deeper, steady thrusts until I'm clawing at his back. His thumb focuses pressure on my throbbing clit, setting off more sparks that heat low in my belly.

"I'm going to make you come so hard that you keep coming back for more. So that it's harder for you to make an excuse for why we can't date. I want you addicted to my fingers, Keke."

And then I come--crying out his name as the orgasm pulsates through every cell of my body.

He peppers kisses down my neck and shoulder as he holds me in place while he waits patiently for me to come down from the high.

I take a cleansing breath once my brain finally catches up with what just happened.

I peer down between us.

I can feel the tip of Reeve's cock pulsate against my skin. He has to be uncomfortably hard.

"What about you?" I ask, and then look down at the erection between us.

"Are you asking him or me?"

I glance up to find that teasing smirk across his lips again.

"I don't know, do you two have different answers?"

"Definitely," he says, brushing back a few wet strands of my hair and tucks them behind my ear. "But his opinion doesn't matter to me and it shouldn't matter to you."

"Really?" I ask, feeling a little guilty.

"Really. That was just a sample taste. If you want more... you have to give me more in return."

My eyebrows lift in question. "More like what?"

"For starters, you can drop the "we can't be together because I'm your PT" excuse."

"Reeve... I--"

A loud knock on the front door of the apartment echoes through the bathroom.

"My apartment key..." I say.

He lets out a frustrated sigh.

He knows I just got saved by the bell from having to further this conversation.

"Fine but I'm getting the key. He doesn't get to see you like this,” he says, his eyes sweeping over my face.

"Like what?"

"Freshly finger fucked and looking drop-dead gorgeous."

Quickly, he and I work to get the shower turned off, a towel around his waist and his crutches in place.

As soon as he passes through his bedroom and out to the front door, I pull off my bra and underwear while he's getting the key and thanking the superintendent. I yank on my scrubs without anything underneath.

It’s not the first time I’ve gone commando, and since I'm just running back to the apartment above my uncle's garage and then back here to the fully furnished apartment that the Hawkeyes rented for me, it's not a big deal.

Before I walk out the door, I glance at his unmade bed and think about how tonight I’ll be staying in my own apartment and not right out in the living room where I can easily change his ice pack. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach at the thought of Reeve being in his apartment alone.

I walk out of the bedroom and head for the kitchen, wanting to make sure to get him set up with pillows and an ice pack before I leave, though I’m hoping to avoid Reeve starting up the conversation about us dating.

If he cares about his career then he and I can’t date. I'm not ready to tell him the truth about my dad, and the real reason for why he and I will never be anything more than PT and patient.

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