Chase Me (Broke and Beautiful #1)(40)

The second Roxy locked those green eyes on him, he knew what she wanted. Knew why she’d come. His pulse started to hammer, every muscle south of his belt tightening up. No, no. Not here. Why is she doing this to me? It felt as though he’d been in a dry spell for eleven months instead of eleven measly days. His mouth had gone dry, his palms were on fire with the need to touch her.

She must have sensed his dawning understanding, because her smile widened. With a single finger, she traced the buckle of his belt. “Is there somewhere we can talk?” When she wet her lower lip, he groaned under his breath. “Please, Louis?”

With a quick look over his shoulder, he made sure no one was within earshot. “You’re coming over tonight, Roxy.” His voice had deepened so much it was almost unrecognizable. “I was already planning on f*cking you into next week. After this, after you coming here and doing this to me, I’m going to make you scream until you lose your voice.”

Her cheeks had turned red, but she didn’t look embarrassed. She looked turned on. By him. For him. “I can’t wait until tonight,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

That need he’d felt to make everything better for her hadn’t gone away, it had only shifted. Now it raced out of control. He was standing in the middle of a busy courthouse, his colleagues and professional acquaintances roaming the halls around him, and he saw none of it, none of them. He could only see Roxy with her pleading eyes and parted lips. He’d knelt down on his knees in front of her this morning, and now his body demanded he do it again. Take care of her.

In the midst of it all was that aggressive part of him only Roxy seemed to bring to life. He wanted to be mad at her for bringing him to this state. Days’ worth of f*ck-me kisses and stolen touches had him unable to say no. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to touch her if he tried. No matter where they were standing. And yeah, he kind of wanted to be mad at her so he’d have an excuse to give it to her hard. With how he felt, there wouldn’t be any other way. This wouldn’t be what she deserved, but his body ached, and his ability to think beyond getting her alone had started to fade along with his resolve.

“Louis,” she murmured, going up on her toes to lay her mouth over his. “I promise to be quiet, but I need you to f*ck me into next week now.”

That did it. The mental image of her fighting to contain a scream had Louis grabbing her hand and dragging her into the closest stairwell. As they went down the stairs, he slowed his pace slightly in deference to her high heels, but as soon as they got down two flights and he pulled her out of the stairwell onto a floor populated by administrative offices, his stride picked up speed again. Most of the doors leading to occupied offices were closed, thankfully, since his and Roxy’s presence on the floor would be unusual. Not that he could summon the ability to care, with his heart slamming against his ribs like a wrecking ball. It took every ounce of his willpower not to turn and push her up onto the closest surface, right then and there. Just don’t look at her. Not yet.

Halfway down the hall, he spotted a door with a frosted glass window. Behind the glass, he could see the lights were off, so he went straight for it, Roxy clipping along behind him in those heels that made her legs look a mile long. The heels he’d bought her. God, knowing she wore something he’d bought only made him more desperate to get her on the other side of the door. He turned the knob and pushed it open. His brain only gave him a split second to process they were in a file room before the need to touch her overrode everything else.

He gripped Roxy’s hips and pushed her up against the closest file cabinet, hearing the rattle of its drawers as if through a fog. Her breath shuddered out past her lips as his mouth descended. Right before their mouths locked together, he saw her cockiness slip. The same lost expression he’d seen on her face when she’d walked into the courtroom blanketed her pretty features once more, and it revved his need even higher. She’d find herself with him. He could make it all better.

Her mouth moved under his, hot, desperate, perfect. Little sounds vibrated up her throat, ending where their lips worked together furiously. Louis tried to focus on the kiss, on the slide of her tongue against his, but it was too damn much. Lust pumped in his veins, and he needed more. Both of his hands were planted on either side of her on the cabinet, but now they dropped to her thighs, yanking her dress up and over her ass. He hooked his thumbs into the flimsy band of her thong and shoved it down her legs. When she reached down to help him, he groaned into her mouth. She wanted it just as bad.

“I was going to use my mouth on you the first time. How dare you take that away from me.” He reached between their bodies and palmed her wet heat. Jesus. His head spun at the feel of her. With his middle finger, he found her entrance and pushed deep, loving the way her fingernails dug into his shoulders in response. “How dare you drive me so out of my mind that I have to pound you against a f*cking file cabinet.”

“Stop talking about it and do it, Louis. I can’t wait anymore.” She removed her hands from his shoulders to work his belt buckle, kissing his neck as she tugged and pushed. When she finally managed to free him, his knees nearly buckled at the relief of no longer being confined to his pants. The relief was short-lived, though, because his boxer briefs were shoved down and her smooth hands were on his dick. Her tight grip moved up and down, twisting at the base, readying him when it was the last thing he needed. The only thing he needed was to get inside her, but Christ, it felt so f*cking good.