“I think he missed it.” He grinned at his middle-aged paralegal as he took the envelopes she was holding. “It is a good morning, isn’t it, Sherry? Could you possibly give him the memo?” He pointed to his brother.
“Good morning to you too, Cole,” Logan replied as he walked between several desks and stopped in front of Sherry. Not even a foot in the door and already his brother and business partner had an expression on his face that did not bode well for him. With a briefcase in one hand, he found himself whistling as he pushed through the large glass double doors. Mitchell,” their perky receptionist greeted him. Later that morning, Logan stepped off the elevator and made his way across the marble-floored lobby of Mitchell & Madison. All he had to do was reach out and take it. The low groan that left Logan’s throat couldn’t be helped as he shifted back down between Tate’s thighs and knew right then-with this man, he wanted it all.Īll he’d once dreamed of was right there within reach. Moving back until he was kneeling, Logan slowly unzipped his pants as he held Tate’s avid stare, and when he backed up off the bed to drop them to the floor, Tate kicked the sheet off his naked body. Except the Logan I know sure as hell wouldn’t be in my bed with his pants on.” He felt Tate’s hand smooth around to his ass as he nodded. Logan pushed forward, reconnecting their lips as Tate lowered back to the mattress. “Don’t be alarmed,” Tate started, fingering the unfastened button of Logan’s pants, “but you almost sound like a real boyfriend.” He pressed his lips to Tate’s and then laughed. Logan shook his head and placed his hands on the bed. Tate rolled to his back and stretched his arms up over his head before he sat up so they were face to face with only inches separating them. Tell her there’ll be an extra person on Sunday.” Reaching out, he brushed aside an errant curl and leaned down, touching his mouth to the spot by Tate’s ear. He walked toward the side of the bed and crouched down so he could be closer to the sleepy man staring up at him. So it was time to push aside insecurities and move forward if he really wanted to make Tate his.Īs Tate’s warm, brown eyes opened and locked with his own, Logan found himself standing and smoothing his palms down his legs.
Tate had somehow managed to change the way he thought about relationships. His eyes were still closed, but Logan knew it wouldn’t be long before he woke, so he took a moment to really study him. Tate Morrison, where the hell did you come from?Īs the thought entered his mind, Tate’s legs shifted under the sheet, and his head turned on the pillow so his face was now angled toward Logan. Rubbing his fingers along his jaw, he found himself smiling. Last night had changed the dynamic between the two of them, and Logan knew there were decisions-big decisions-that needed to be made. Instead, dressed only in his work pants, he stayed where he was, paralyzed by his own thoughts, and watched Tate where he lay between the white sheets, sleeping peacefully. Logan had the intense urge to climb into the bed, kiss his way up Tate’s spine, and then nuzzle in under those brown curls he loved.īut he didn’t move.
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The sun was just beginning to rise and slip through the curtains, streaming over the honey-toned skin of Tate’s back. The reason he was still there was simple-or perhaps not that simple at all. But neither of those two reasons applied this morning as he sat in the small loveseat by the window. Either he’d had too much to drink and gone home with someone he shouldn’t have or he’d purposely gone home with someone, fucked their brains out, and been too tired to creep out at dawn. When Logan woke in a bedroom other than his own, it was usually for one of two reasons. Inexperience with unfamiliar situations and/or emotions. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.īecause around you, all I want to do is fall without thought. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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