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Take (Temptation Series)

By:Ella Frank

Dedication


To Logan,


Because around you, all I want to do is fall without thought.


- Tate


PART ONE


Ignorance:


Inexperience with unfamiliar situations and/or emotions.



1.



When Logan woke in a bedroom other than his own, it was usually for one  of two reasons. 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. But  neither of those two reasons applied this morning as he sat in the small  loveseat by the window.

No. The reason he was still there was simple-or perhaps not that simple at all. Tate Morrison.

The sun was just beginning to rise and slip through the curtains,  streaming over the honey-toned skin of Tate's back. 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.

Wait … love?

But he didn't move. 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.

Last night had changed the dynamic between the two of them, and Logan  knew there were decisions-big decisions-that needed to be made.

Rubbing his fingers along his jaw, he found himself smiling. Tate Morrison, where the hell did you come from?

As 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. 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 had  somehow managed to change the way he thought about relationships. So it  was time to push aside insecurities and move forward if he really wanted  to make Tate his.

As Tate's warm, brown eyes opened and locked with his own, Logan found  himself standing and smoothing his palms down his legs. He walked toward  the side of the bed and crouched down so he could be closer to the  sleepy man staring up at him. Reaching out, he brushed aside an errant  curl and leaned down, touching his mouth to the spot by Tate's ear.

"Call your mother. Tell her there'll be an extra person on Sunday."

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.  "Are you sure?"

Logan shook his head and placed his hands on the bed. He pressed his  lips to Tate's and then laughed. "Fuck no. But I'll be there … for you."

"Don't be alarmed," Tate started, fingering the unfastened button of  Logan's pants, "but you almost sound like a real boyfriend."

Logan pushed forward, reconnecting their lips as Tate lowered back to the mattress. "Imagine that."

He felt Tate's hand smooth around to his ass as he nodded. "Yeah. Except  the Logan I know sure as hell wouldn't be in my bed with his pants on."

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. 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.

All he'd once dreamed of was right there within reach. All he had to do was reach out and take it.







Later that morning, Logan stepped off the elevator and made his way across the marble-floored lobby of Mitchell & Madison.

"Good morning, Mr. Mitchell," their perky receptionist greeted him.

"Good morning, Tiffany."

With a briefcase in one hand, he found himself whistling as he pushed  through the large glass double doors. He was in a fantastic mood.

"Oh good. There you are."

Cole.

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.

"Good morning to you too, Cole," Logan replied as he walked between several desks and stopped in front of Sherry.

"Good morning, Mr. Mitchell."

"It is a good morning, isn't it, Sherry? Could you possibly give him the  memo?" He pointed to his brother. "I think he missed it." He grinned at  his middle-aged paralegal as he took the envelopes she was holding.

Without bothering to ask Cole what he wanted, Logan turned away and  pushed open his office door, stepping around the formidable man. He  walked inside and put his briefcase on his desk then unbuttoned his grey  suit jacket, shrugged out of it, and hung it on his coat rack.         

     



 

"We need to talk," Cole finally spoke.

"Well, yes, I gathered that since you're hovering."

Logan turned back to see Cole walking slowly to the center of the office, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh for God's sake, Cole. Spit it out."

"I got a call this morning."

Barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Logan got out the papers he  needed and then placed the case down on the floor before sitting. With  his arms on the desk, he clasped his hands and not-so-patiently waited.

"And?"

"It was from Ms. Cline."

Logan glared at Cole, unmoved by the announcement.

Letting out a deep breath, Cole sat in the chair opposite him and propped his ankle up on his knee. "Tate's ex-wife."

At the mention of Tate, Logan's heartbeat sped up.

"I know who she is."

God, just remembering the look on his face this morning when he'd told him he'd meet his family-

"Hello?" Cole waved his hand around. "Earth to Logan. Are you listening to me at all?"

"Not really," Logan admitted, busy thinking about this coming Sunday. "Would you say that I'm a people person?"

"Excuse me? I just told you that Diana Cline, your boyfriend's ex, called to pull her case from us and that's what you ask me?"

Logan contemplated Cole's question with tight lips and a serious  expression. "As if we didn't know that was coming. Let her pull the  case. Good fucking riddance, I say. And he's not my-"

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes. We aren't using labels. They make everything so … "

"Real?" Cole hazarded a guess as he tapped his knee.

"Complicated," Logan was quick to correct him.

"Whatever. Tate will have to go through all this shit again now, and  this time, she will definitely mention that you two are together."

"So fucking what? We were together after the fact, not before. Although,  let's face it, she never would have stood a chance against me. I give  really good head."

Cole frowned at him but said nothing. Logan thought about the stuck-up  woman from the day before. That, of course, made him think of Tate's  sister and her reaction, and he felt a shiver race up his spine.

"So … would you say that I'm a people person?"

Bringing a hand up, his brother scratched the side of his head and  finally smiled. "This is about meeting Tate's family, isn't it?"

Rocking back in his chair, Logan tapped his fingers on the arm. "Just answer the question."

"You answer mine."

"I asked first, and mine is more important."

Cole studied him for a moment. "Are you a people person? Sometimes."

Coming forward on his chair, Logan questioned, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means that sometimes you can be charming."

Logan felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Shoving his hand inside, he pulled it out to see Tate's name on the screen.

"You can leave now," he said as he answered the phone and brought it to  his ear. Then he added, "You were absolutely no help at all. Thank you  for that!"

Cole opened the door and gave a blasé wave of his hand. "As were you with my problem. Have a good day, brother."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, asshole."







Two hours.

It'd been two hours since Logan had left his bed and Tate was already missing the guy. How is that even possible?

That arrogant, smart-mouthed lawyer had pushed his way into Tate's life  and managed to take a tight hold of his heart-which was currently  jackhammering at the thought of talking to him.

Why am I so fucking nervous?

It wasn't like this was the first time he'd spoken to Logan today. It  wasn't even the first time they'd woken up in the same bed together. It  was, however, the first time he was acknowledging things were  dramatically changing-especially since Logan had agreed to meet his  family.

Last night had been … incredible. Logan had been incredible.

He'd been so controlled and gentle but then fierce and passionate when  he'd told him he was ready for more. He'd taken everything Tate had  feared and made it acceptable. In fact, he'd made it desirable.

Tate couldn't even begin to explain to Logan how he was feeling, so he'd  been lying there instead, remembering the way they'd rolled around in  the same bed only a couple of hours ago. Now, he was left between empty  sheets that smelled of Logan, and he had a raging hard-on that was a  throbbing reminder of how much the guy had gotten to him.         

     

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