Page 55 of The Debt Collector

“You want words, Doctor. I’ll give you your words.” When he used her title, she knew she was in trouble. Trying to keep a bit of sanity, he started to ram hard into her, punctuating his words, the mix of pleasure and pain quickly sending her over the edge. “I want you here, do you hear me?” His voice, so low and raw, so charged with possessiveness, made her mad with want and her own dose of greed for this man. “I want you here, in my place. I want to fuck you on every surface, every corner of this apartment and make you scream until you lose your voice. I want you to only have my name on your beautiful lips when they are not around my cock. Do you hear me?”

Tessa tried to open her mouth to respond, but only a whimper resonated in the shower. She had her answer, the words clearly stated, and she knew she was exactly where she wanted to be. It would always be a battle with him, but she knew deep down that not only was he sincere, but that if need be, she could win too. And, as his hand made its way to the apex of her legs, pushing back on her hood to unveil her throbbing clit, it was obvious she was winning right at this moment.

“I’m done waiting for anything, Tessa.” And at his words, he let one of his digits rasp against her clit. The touch too direct, too hard, but she reveled in the sensation and wanted more. More of him sweet, more of him rough, more of him when he was using his cock as a weapon and she was his willing prey. “Get rid of your apartment, sign the papers, move all your stuff in here. Make a mess of my life and I’ll make one of yours.” This time, he strummed the bundle of nerves, making her lose her mind, just when she was about to fall from the edge, he pulled his hand away. The cry of denial that came from her was anything but human. He only smiled. “You thought you were the only one who could use sex to make a point?”

As she was about to take care of her needs herself, Locke grabbed her hand and resumed his thrusts. “I will make you change your mind, Tessa. I swear I will, even if I have to die of exhaustion in this shower.”

“That won’t be necessary.” She had gained back some sort of steadiness… if only for a second.

Frowning, Locke looked down at her. “What do you mean?” Was that worry on his face? It pulled at her heart.

“I mean I’d decided to move in with you about a month ago. I was only waiting for you to ask.”

Locke froze in place, water splashing on his back, disbelief on his face until it was replaced by joy and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Only then did he plunge back inside her, his finger circling her clit. “You played me.”

“No! I’m done playing games. There are too many gray areas in our lives as there is. If you want something, ask for it.”

His slight nod confirmed to Tessa that he understood. When he pushed back inside her, his hips slapping against her ass, she knew they had reached an understanding.

Under assault by the man she’d lost her heart to, he plastered his entire body over hers, slick skin slapping, mouths lapping water from each other, Tessa could hardly breathe. Twisting his hips, Locke’s cock circled and crushed her clit and she could only scream as she came hard. Through the whooshing of blood in her ears, Locke growled his release, spilling deep inside her, his cock jerking with the beat of his heart, before collapsing partly over her.

The shower still battered them with hot water. “I’m in love with your shower.”

His form shook a little from laughing. “Is it enough to convince you to live with me? You want words? I’ll give them to you, doc. What words do you need to convince you?”

“Only that you love me. I knew the rest a month ago.”

When he pushed himself up, Tessa knew she was in trouble, but didn’t care and offered him her brightest smile.

“You will pay for this.” His hard eyes softened as he kissed her, confirming her decision.

She was willing to put herself in trouble with him and repay her debt a thousand-fold to make this man her personal and unique debt collector.

The End

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