Take (Temptation, #2)

by Ella Frank

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?

Yes bitch love

“I didn’t even stop to think how old you were. I just had to have you. That should tell you everything.”

It was definitely time they started talking to one another.

Plz 😭😭😭

“She was hurt. She said you were kissing a man. That would hurt any woman who was once involved with you. Is this…this man the reason you two—”

She was hurt? PLEASE 💀💀💀💀

“First you tell me if I want to deny it, feel free. Now, Tate, do whatever you need to. You know what I need? I need you to eat dinner with me so I can tell you what happened and then suck my dick like you promised. Is that okay with you?”

💀

“Relax. I’m not going to attack you in a family restaurant.” “I know that.” “Do you?” Automatically defensive, Tate stated, “Yes.” “Could have fooled me. You’re using the menu as a shield.” Tate lowered the menu. “Am not.” Logan laughed at the bratty response and raised his own. “Were too.”

LMAO😭

“Diana was the one who called her.” Logan picked up his beer, but before it met his lips, he muttered, “Bitch.” “Yeah, that was pretty much my thought too.” “How the hell did you marry that?”

I’m asking myself the exact same thing 💀

“Well, since we’re on the subject of her, you should know she pulled her case from Cole. You’ll likely get the paperwork in the mail in a few days, but it basically means you’ll have to start all over.”

Fuck 😭😭😭

“I date Logan. Practically everything out of his mouth is inappropriate.” “Not to mention everything in it,” Logan replied.

Can he just shut it for once 😂

The way Mason was watching her as she got closer was one of love, adoration, and absolute devotion. There was another man who was truly in love, and he didn’t have one problem letting everyone see it.

This is fucking cuter than Logan and Tate 💀 sorry not sorry

“Can you sharpen this for me, please?” Logan leaned across the table and took the pencil from him. “You want me to play with your pencil, Tate?” “Hilarious. The sharpener is right by you. You just have to pick it up and slide it in.” As soon as the words left his mouth and Logan’s quirked into an arrogant line, Tate bit his tongue. “Really? Did you really just say that to me?”

Only they would make a sexual joke about a goddamn pencil sharpener 💀

“What are you trying to do, kill me?” Tate shook his head. “No. I’m making you mine.” Logan released his hard-on and grabbed Tate’s ass, pulling him up so he could rub their cocks together. “Don’t you know? I’m already yours.”

I guess they kinda cute or whateva 🙄

Logan glanced over his shoulder, and Tate noticed his glasses back in place. Kind of like a defense mechanism—Logan’s version of a shield.

Or maybe because he can see better with his glasses on- cause that’s what they’re for 💀

“Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Morrison?” Tate moved down until he was on his side, facing Logan. “Yeah, I guess I am.” Logan turned so they were mirroring one another and pretended to think it over. “Then I accept—on one condition.” Tate waited for something outlandish from Logan and laughed when he said, “I’m picking what we’re doing. The movies or putt-putt? How did you ever get laid?”

LMAOOO🤣🤣🤣

“I’ve always been here on Sundays. Or did you conveniently forget that sometime this week along with the fact you’ve been straight your entire life?”

This bitch 😑

“This isn’t about Logan. This is about you. You shouldn’t still be coming to my family’s home. We’re separated. Divorcing. It’s uncomfortable enough in this house without you showing up, and honestly, it makes you look desperate.” “It’s true. Looks really desperate,” Logan added, helpful as ever.

It really does. Like girl who do you think you are 💀

“It was stupid of me to think you would try and understand my side of things instead of the gossipy bullshit that Diana and Jill brought back to you. But yes, since it seems like that fact needs confirming. I am having sex with Logan, and you know what? I’ve never been more satisfied in my entire life.”

Yasss fucking tell them 👏👏

He swallowed and faced Logan head on. He deserved that much. “I don’t know that this will be worth losing my family. I knew they’d be upset but…”

Tate no 😭😭😭😭

“You’re not sure that I’m worth it, is what you really mean.” He didn’t know what he meant right then. “I just need some fucking space, okay?"

💔

“I know you have never referred to someone as your boyfriend ever. I’ve never seen you look at someone the way you look at him. And I have never seen you go crazy because someone didn’t pick you to be on his damn Pictionary team.”

Fr when will Logan finally accept this 💀

“And fuck you for making me fall in love with you.”

I honestly don’t get them 😂

“Logan?” He waited, and when nothing came, he whispered, “I love you too.” The only sound in the car was his breathing—until Logan started the engine and revealed four words that almost shattered him. “I don’t believe you.

…..ok

Tate Morrison. He might as well change his name to temptation, because that’s what he was. Pure fucking temptation.

Be with you? Yes. Don’t doubt it, Tate. My head may be thinking things over but my cock is sure of what it wants, and you’re it.

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

“And…this is definitely my choice. You might have done the chasing in the beginning, but Logan…” “Yeah?” “I’ve never been happier than when you caught me.”

How is this the first time we’ve shared a simple hug?

Because y’all are horny fuckers 💀

Yes, I love him. Recklessly and without caution. He was all in, and he wanted Tate more than his next breath.

“You don’t get it, do you? It wasn’t that I didn’t want you,” Tate confessed. “It was because I wanted you so much. I needed space to be able to think. Because around you, all I want to do is fall without thought.”

Ummmm I don’t know about that. You did say it might not be worth losing your family over-

“I was going to live for me,” he announced. “For what makes me happy. And you make me happy, Logan.” Logan exhaled as Tate pinned him with serious eyes. “You make me crazy and furious and out of my mind with need, but in the end, you make me so fucking happy. I can’t ever remember feeling this way. And no one is going to tell me it’s wrong. No one.”

Well, Logan had to give the bitch credit. She was the first woman who’d made him thankful that he liked cock.

LMFAOOO

He then scrolled to the second image and felt his mouth fall open. There, looking back at him, was AIA/LEED AP PARTNER - Christopher Walker.

NO FUCKKK

Tate rendered him absolutely speechless. He was playing with his cuff link under the tailored black jacket that was hugging his shoulders, and as Logan stood to go to him, he knew he’d never seen anyone more breathtaking in his life.

I wanna see 😞

It had only been weeks ago that he’d been asking the same thing of Tate as he’d faced his fears, and now here Tate was, helping him face his own.

Awww🥹

“In case I get busy in there and don’t say it, thank you.” “For?” Tate asked as his eyes softened. Logan squeezed his fingers, and as they started walking inside, he answered, “Always being willing to try.”

“Well, we’re all very lucky to be seen with such a beautiful woman as yourself.” Rachel practically glowed as she giggled. “Ahh, flattery. It will get you everywhere.” “Yeah, it’s how I put up with Logan. Tell him he’s hot and he rolls right over.”

LMAO

“Good evening.” Tate turned to his right and saw a blond-haired man stop beside him. “Hi,” he offered, figuring it’d be rude of him not to try and at least make small talk with Logan’s associates.

NO NO NO NO NO

“No,” the man told him, shaking his head. “But you always remember your first.”

Oh please Chris you ain’t shit 🙄🙄🙄🙄

“Mr. Walker, you’re new to Mitchell & Madison and a guest here tonight, so maybe you didn’t know, but please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Logan Mitchell, and this is Tate Morrison, and he is my partner.”

THATS THE END OMGMFMDMDMDMD WTF