“Fuck you.” “You already told me I wasn’t ready for that, so keep your offers to yourself.” “So, it’s an offer now? Not a threat? Look at you, warming to the idea. That makes me fucking hard.” Tate shook his head and stepped away to walk back to the door. Over his shoulder, he called out, “Give you an inch…” “And I’ll want six or seven more,” Logan called back. “Jesus.” Tate laughed as he opened the door and left, knowing that he would be at lunch the next day. He just wasn’t sure what would happen after that.
Give you an inch...
