CHAPTER 32
Nellie
The station was silent when I let myself in. I stood there, unsure of what to do or if I should leave the cookies and run. I felt like a fool for wearing a dress to visit Woodrow at the police station. They had me all out of sorts. I wasn’t acting like myself at all.
“You look like you might be here to confess to a horrible crime.” Woodrow stood in the doorway to the office, watching me. His eyes moved up and down my body and his gaze grew heated. He sank his teeth into his lip.
I thrust the cookies out at him and had to walk over to him when he didn’t budge to retrieve them. “No horrible crimes. Ms. Vivian wanted me to drop off cookies. That’s all.”
His mouth lifted at the corner. “That’s all?”
When I was an arm’s length away, he reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his warm body. I grinned like an idiot up at him. “Maybe it wasn’t all. I haven’t seen much of you lately.”
“Missing me?” He dipped his head and dragged his nose up the side of my neck. “Couldn’t be that because I live right down the hall from you and if you missed me, you could come down and say hello at any time.”
I tipped my head back, exposing more of my neck to his exploring mouth. “At any time? Really? I wasn’t sure we knew each other well enough for that.”
He pulled back with a laugh. “Baby, the places I’ve been in your body? We know each other about as well as two people can know each other.”
I blushed. “So, you’re here all alone?”
“Not exactly.” His flirty attitude slid away as he looked towards the back of the station.
I glanced over and realized I could see Hammer standing at the metal bars separating him from the free world. His scowl was fierce as he glared at us. I jerked my face back around to Woodrow and stepped out of his embrace. “What the hell? Why didn’t you say he could see me? I don’t even want him glancing at me, the creep. Why’s he still here?”
Woodrow pulled me back to his chest and slid his hands down to my ass. “Let him see what he can’t have. What you chose to give to me instead.”
The possessive glint in his eyes slid under my skin and warmed me from the inside out. I shouldn’t have liked it. I did, though. That didn’t mean I would admit it to anyone else. “Woodrow…”
His hands tightened on my ass. “That piece of shit tried to take what wasn’t his. And now I can’t get rid of him. He won’t give his name so the judge is holding him in contempt of court until he does. I’ve been spending lots of time with him. So maybe I’m feeling a little cruel. I want him to see what he’ll never fucking have. He’ll never touch you again.”
“No?” I didn’t know why I was poking the bear, but I couldn’t stop it. “What makes you so sure?”
Woodrow twisted us around so I was in his office and then he stomped over to the front door and locked it. He came back at me like a bull, big and angry. He slammed his office door shut and then picked me up on the way to the desk. He put me down on top of it and slid his hands up my dress. “Fuck, Nell. This dress… I want to stab his eyes out for seeing you in it.”
I gasped as he grabbed my panties and yanked them off. “Woodrow!”
He planted a big hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me backwards until I was pinned to the desk. “I need to have you. Put your feet on the desk and spread your legs.”
I did as he said without a second thought. “So bossy. You’re acting like you own me.”
He knelt and looked up, over my body to meet my gaze. His mouth was twisted in a dangerous smirk. “You want me to prove that you do?”
Whatever smart reply I had on the tip of my tongue vanished when he lifted my dress and licked me from top to bottom. I let out a wild moan and then slapped my hand over my mouth. It was almost impossible to stay quiet when he was eating me out like an animal. His mouth was everywhere, tasting, biting, pushing me right to the edge. Instead of letting me fall over, though, he tipped his head back and let me watch him wipe his mouth on my thighs.
“Uncover your mouth.”
My eyes widened. “What? No. I can’t. He’ll—”
“Hear? Yeah, he will.” Woodrow stood up and forced his pants down to his knees. He didn’t hesitate in grabbing my thighs and forcing his cock deep inside me. He growled when I let out a loud yelp. “Fucking scream, baby. Let him hear how your pussy loves me.”
I wasn’t sure if I was more scandalized or turned on. I gripped his arms when he braced them on either side of me on the desk. “Woodrow!”
He lowered his mouth to mine and licked my lips. “I didn’t know I was a possessive bastard until that motherfucker touched you. I want him to know you’re mine. I want him to hear you come around my cock, knowing he’ll never get within ten feet of your perfect body.”
It was filthy. Letting someone hear us have sex, it was wrong. Yet… “You’ve just decided I’m yours.”
He slowly pulled out and searched my eyes. “Maybe I should’ve said ours. ”
I ran my hand up his arm and gripped his hair. “Am I?”
His grin was fast and dirty. “If you don’t know it yet, you’ll figure it out soon enough. Now, is this too much? I need to know if this is a hard limit before I try to fuck you through this desk.”
I stretched so I could grip his ass and tug him forward, deep inside of me again. I moaned at the stretch and heat of his shaft. “Don’t make me admit anything, Woodrow.”
He rolled his hips. “You don’t want to admit you’re a kinky little thing who likes the idea of someone hearing her get fucked? Or that you like that I’m a possessive bastard who needs to mark you with my come to feel okay about the asshole out there looking at you?”
I pressed my head back into the desk. “Either. Both.”
He licked my throat and then nipped it before pulling out and thrusting deep. “You don’t need to admit anything, baby. I can feel the way your cunt clamps down when you like something. Maybe you don’t understand it but you’re getting off on the idea I’m going to make you scream so he hears you.”
I lifted my head again to meet his gaze. “ No . I’m getting off on you . I just might like the rest.”
He went still. A slow smile, different from the others, changed his face into something even more devastating. “You’re a goddamn miracle.”
“Make me scream, Woodrow.” I ran my finger over his lips, over his shadow of a beard, and over the scar through his eyebrow. “I want to feel you.”