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My body melted against his, but when he ran his hand up my arm to cup the back of my neck, I was filled with panic. We hate each other.
I put my hands on his chest and pushed, slipping from between him and the shelf and hurrying out the door. “I need to—” I started shouting behind me, but I didn’t finish the sentence before the closet door opened farther and closed behind Logan.
His steps were larger than mine, and he caught up to me quickly. “Simone.” He’d only said my name before his front was pressed to my back and he firmly gripped the bar. I leaned against the countertop, whimpering from his weight on mine. My heart was pounding, and my chest heaved.
“What?”
“I know you’ve been thinking about that cooler as much as I have.” When he said it, I quickly scanned the room for anyone that could have heard him.
I shook my head. “I haven’t.” Liar.
“Oh? So you haven’t thought about the way you fell apart in my arms?” I shook my head again, and he continued. “I have. It’s been miserable. All I’ve thought about is the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your body went limp against mine, and yet there’s nothing I can do about it.”
My voice was a breathy whisper. “Because we hate each other…”
He growled. “No! Because when I think about it, all I want to do is throw you over my shoulder, carry you into that back office, and do it again.”
I wanted him to. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t do exactly what he wanted to do, but I already knew. He and I weren’t compatible. We got along as well as my mom’s Diet Coke and the Mentos I’d stuck into it as a kid, and if he gave in to that impulse, everything would explode just like the plastic bottle did then. I groaned, even as a shiver went down my spine.
“Admit it, you want that too.” His breath on my ear was warm.
Shaking my head, I groaned. “I don’t.”
Logan clenched his hands when he gripped the counter tighter, the muscles in his forearms rippling, and I couldn’t help but follow the movement with my eyes. My breaths were short, matching the ones he let out against my neck. He grumbled, his knuckles turning white.
“So you’re telling me that if I put my hand down the front of your jeans right now, you won’t be wet?” He traced my waistband, running small circles around the button on the front.
I pressed my thighs together, my pussy clenching in hopes he would touch it again. “It won’t.”
When he started to unhook the button, I frantically looked around the bar. Rudy sat at his usual barstool behind us, but he was drunkenly focused on his newspaper. There were a couple of tables off to the side that had a few people, but the bar was mostly empty and quiet. Would any of them have noticed what was going on? Could they have seen the way he surrounded me or he worked on my jeans?
I whimpered when he slowly slid the zipper down, running his finger along my skin and sliding his hand past the band on my panties. “I knew you were lying,” he said when he brushed his finger across my clit. “You’re absolutely soaking.”
The lack of argument left me in the form of a quiet moan when Logan started to run small circles around my clit. Arousal swirled in my belly with the movement of his fingers traveling along my nerve endings until it felt like electricity was tickling my skin. My thighs clenched, and I hoped it would stop him before the feeling continued to build.
Instead, he hooked my foot with his and tugged, forcing me to spread my legs apart to keep my balance. Logan picked up his pace, sliding his finger along my slit and slipping it into my pussy with a quiet hum. He curled his finger, swirling it against the spot that made my knees buckle.
“Logan, someone will see you,” I said, the moan in my voice betraying me.
He didn’t stop, adding a second finger and using his thumb to press against my clit. “It’s dark. They can’t see a thing.”
“What if they hear?”
Logan chuckled. “The only thing they’d hear is you screaming my name. So keep quiet, and they won’t.”
I bit down on my lip until the stinging pain stopped me from crying out, and I grabbed onto the counter. If I let go, my legs were going to give out, and I could guarantee everyone in the bar was going to see it if I fell. My grip on the counter was tight, and I stifled a moan when Logan hooked his fingers.
“Fuck,” I whimpered quietly when he pushed the bulge in his pants against my ass. I pushed back against it, grinding against his hand between my legs. “Logan.”
“Don’t tell me that you don’t love the way it feels to come for me, sweetheart, because I know you do.” His movements were quick and meaningful, a contrast to the quiet, even tone of his voice. “I know you want to fall apart, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“You feel the way the pressure is building inside you with each stroke, and you can’t wait until you go right past that edge and into oblivion. You’re close too. I can tell.”
He kissed the spot behind my ear before lightly sinking his teeth into it at the same time that he brought me to the edge. With a final stroke of his finger, I crashed into my climax and fought to close my legs around his hand.
Logan continued, pulling wave after wave from me as my legs quivered. “Logan, please.” I begged, desperate for him to stop before I couldn’t maintain my composure and alerted the entire bar to what was happening.
