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“You propped it open with an empty mop bucket? What good did you think that was going to do, huh?” He paced the five-foot space, rubbing his temple with his finger and his thumb and grumbling.
I huffed, resting my hands on my hips. “It was perfectly fine until you came in here!” My voice was loud in the small, enclosed space.
“Maybe if you hadn’t taken your sweet time getting the limes, then I wouldn’t have—” Logan closed the small space between us, and when my back met the metal racks, I shuddered. Even through the long-sleeve shirt I wore, the metal was cold. He took a deep breath and swallowed, his voice gentler. “You’re shivering.”
Crossing my arms over myself, I rubbed my hands along my arms and shoulders in a half-attempt to warm myself up. I knew it wasn’t going to work, but I tried anyway, as if there wasn’t a fan blowing twenty-something-degree air directly on me.
“I’m fine.” My teeth chattering betrayed me, and Logan cocked his head.
He took his jacket off, one sleeve at a time. “You should take this.” Suddenly the anger in his voice was gone, and the fire in his eyes was more of a simmering ember.
I shook my head. “I don’t want your sweatshirt.” Why did I have to be so stubborn? I shivered again, my teeth chattering and goose bumps decorating my neck and chest.
“Yes, you do.” He pressed it forward again, and for a moment I considered taking it. Then I realized it would give him something to hold over my head the next time he decided he didn’t like me, and I shook my head again.
“I really don’t want it. I’m fine, see?” I dropped my arms to my sides, trying to feign warmth and failing.
Logan sighed, pulling his jacket back over his arms and shoulders. “Fine, but don’t tell anyone about this.”
He grabbed my hand, tugging me towards him until my chest met his. His arms were strong, and I was surrounded by the smell of juniper and gin. It was piney and citrusy, and I breathed deeply. I was instantly warmer with the heat from his chest, and I pressed closer.
I snaked my arms around his back, staying beneath his jacket, and he wrapped his arms and the extra fabric around me so the jacket held both of us. He rubbed his hands slowly up and down my back where the jacket closed, and I buried my face against his shirt.
“Okay, it’s really cold in here.” My teeth chattered when I spoke, and Logan nuzzled his face against my neck.
“The emergency release is broken. We’re stuck until Auston gets here later, or a regular gets impatient and comes back to get his own beer.” He chuckled, and his chest shook with the rumble.
I scowled, looking up at him. “What’s so funny?”
His face looked softer from this angle, less pained with frustration. “I’m locked in a cooler with the one person I was trying to avoid.”
I hadn’t been wild about Logan myself during the last couple of weeks, but the words still stung to hear. The one person. “Why do you want to avoid me?” I wanted to ask him why he hated me and why he’d insisted on doing so from the minute he met me.
Logan’s eyes darkened, and when he spoke, his voice was husky. “Because if I don’t avoid you, I’m going to do something stupid, like kiss you again or fuck you in this cooler.”
“What if I want you to do something stupid?” I bit my lip, drawing his attention to my mouth.
He narrowed his eyes, emitting a low growl. “You want me to fuck you senseless in this cooler?”
I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. Was that really what I wanted? At this point, I honestly didn’t care. He cupped my chin, gently forcing my stare upward.
“You have to say it, Simone, or I won’t do it. Tell me you want me to fuck you, right here, right now, and I will. No hesitation. No strings attached.” Logan leaned in, his lips hovering over my ear. His breath was warm when he whispered. “But you have to tell me you want it.”
I pressed my thighs together, trying to stop the throbbing ache in my pussy. The words clung to my tongue. “Fuck me, Logan.”
His movements to unbutton his jeans and then mine were frantic, and when he tugged them roughly from my legs, the cold air attacked my bare skin. I whimpered.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you’re plenty warm.” He wiggled his eyebrows, scooping me in his arms and lifting me. My back met the cold metal, but he pulled my legs around his waist, tucking them under the sweatshirt he still wore.
I ground my hips against his erection, butterflies rushing to my core. Kissing Logan had been one thing, but imagining his thick, hard cock stretching me made me eager. It had been months since I’d come apart with a real man rather than with one of my battery-powered friends, and when the crown of his erection pressed against my clit through my lace panties, I moaned.
“Logan, please.”
He slid the lace to the side, running his shaft through the arousal pooling between my legs. “This happens one time. Here. Tonight. And it doesn’t happen again. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Jesus Christ, just fuck me before we freeze in here!” I was impatient and desperate to feel anything but the cold wracking my body.
He smirked, lining his cock up at my entrance and pressing into me. Logan groaned, the sound mixing with my high-pitched gasp. I rocked my hips, meeting his thrust and pulling him closer. “And you tell me I’m bossy.” He groaned, slowly picking up his pace with slow, steady thrusts.
