Free Take (Temptation Series) by Ella Frank Page A

Logan asked, “What about game night this Friday?”
    “Game night?”
    “Yeah. Cole and Rachel are having game night with the family and need two extra people. She invited us.”
    Tate’s mouth quirked to the side, apparently more than happy to be sidetracked. “You don’t strike me as the type to attend game night.”
    “I’m not,” he agreed. “But Cole guilted me into it.”
    “How’d he do that?”
    “He used the pregnant wife card.”
    Finished with his meal, Tate pushed his plate away. “Ahh yes. It works every time.”
    “So? Will you come? It’s just a few people.”
    Tate thought about it for a minute and then nodded. “Sure. What kind of games are we talking here?”
    “Hell if I know. But if the Twister mat comes out, I’m getting the fuck out of there.”
    “No shit,” Tate laughed. Then he indicated the paper bag sitting in front of him. “Not hungry?”
    Logan made sure he had Tate’s full attention as he packed into his response all of the sexual innuendo he could manage. “Oh, I’m starving. You done?”
    “Yeah. I got it though. You didn’t even eat.” Tate raised his hips and stuffed a hand into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.
    Logan could watch him do that over and over and not get sick of the action. Tate knew it too, because the fucker took his time when he saw him watching and winked playfully. Once he had the wallet, he pulled out several bills, put them on the table, and then slid out of the booth.
    “You better eat whatever’s in there.”
    Logan drew a cross over his heart and told him with a smirk, “Promise.”
    He grabbed the bag and stood, following Tate out to the parking lot.
    All of this serious talk had left him with one goal in mind—reminding Tate that he was with exactly the right person, and that just happened to be him.

 
    8.
     
    Tate was aware of Logan’s eyes on him as he made his way out to the dark lot. He could feel the sexual tension humming between them. He had from the moment he’d reached for his wallet and Logan’s eyes had dropped below his belt. Add to that Logan’s deviant smile and the promise to eat his meal and, yeah, Tate was certain he wasn’t the only one feeling the temperature on this cool Chicago night rise.
    The subjects at dinner had been difficult. Topics that weren’t conducive to seduction. His family situation was a mess. One that needed to be sorted out as soon as possible, because the longer it was left, the longer it would fester.
    Then there was Logan’s request. He wondered if Logan really was okay with the fact that he wasn’t quite ready to attend a work function as his date. He’d quickly brushed it aside, but Tate had a feeling that he’d unintentionally hurt Logan, even as he’d sworn that he didn’t care.
    They were almost to the car when he felt Logan close on his heels.
    “You know that hole in your jeans? The one at the back of your right thigh?”
    Tate knew which one. His favorite jeans were well worn and had several holes but all in places he could still get away with. That one wasn’t quite big—
    “It’s spread, and every time you take a step, I can see the curve of your ass cheek.”
    Tate’s head snapped around as he tried to see his own ass, which was ridiculous, and then his eyes found Logan’s.
    “You’re fucking naked under those, aren’t you?”
    Stopping at Logan’s car, Tate turned to see that he was right there behind him. “I wanted to make your meal easier to access.”
    Logan didn’t stop walking until their bodies met and their jeans were touching. Their faces were so close a breeze would’ve had a hard time getting between them, and when Logan’s hand cupped the denim concealing his excited cock, Tate brought both of his hands up to Logan’s arms to steady himself.
    While Logan massaged him, Tate closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. The second he did it, Logan’s lips were there, kissing up the side of his neck until he was at his