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“Hello, counselor. How’d the big case go
today?”
Tate had been eyeing the clock all afternoon
waiting to hear the outcome of the Berivax trial, and while he was happy it was
finally going to be over, he also hoped all of Logan’s hard work had paid off.
“When was the last time we had sex?” Logan’s
question was so blunt and unexpected it had Tate stumbling over his response
for a second, and when he didn’t answer, Logan continued, “You don’t know, do
you?”
The side of Tate’s mouth twitched at Logan’s
disgusted tone. “Well, to be fair, you caught me off guard. I had to think for
a minute.”
“And now that you’ve had time to think?”
“Umm…”
“Oh my God. You can’t remember,” Logan said,
and Tate couldn’t stop his laugh then. “That’s fucking shameful.”
“We’ve just been—”
“Don’t say it—”
“—busy.” Tate headed over to the door that
separated the bar from the tiny foyer and stairwell that went up to their loft,
shut it behind himself, and took a seat on one of the steps. “Well, we have
been. This case of yours has taken up most of your time, and with the bar hours
we just got…busy.”
“Yeah? Well, that shit needs to stop. Right
now.”
Tate leaned his shoulder against the wall
and shut his eyes, picturing Logan with his jet-black hair, those piercing blue
eyes, and that full, sensual mouth. Tate had barely had time to say goodbye to
him this morning, and no matter how much he was laughing it off, Logan was
right—this not seeing one another was bullshit. They needed to sit down and
work something out, now that Logan’s schedule would be returning to something
more manageable.
“Agreed,” Tate said. “Something needs to
change.”
“Good. How about we discuss it at dinner?”
Tate winced. “I’m here until one.”
“Can’t you beg Amelia to stay and come meet
me?” Logan asked, and if he hadn’t sounded quite so desperate, Tate might not
have caved.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“What am I going to get if I come to you?”
Logan’s voice lowered to a tone that never
failed to make Tate hard. “Me. All night. And maybe again in the morning. I’m
in a giving kind of mood.”
Tate swallowed and stretched his legs out in
front of himself, suddenly needing a little more room in his jeans. “All night,
huh? It’s been a while since that happened.”
“It has. So come find me and I’ll rectify
that little issue you’re having with remembering our weekend away at the cabin.
That was the last time my cock was
inside you.”
“Jesus, Logan.” Tate pressed a palm to his
erection, recalling the weekend trip they’d made around three weeks ago. Or
maybe it was four. Shit, okay. They
did need to work something out if he was having trouble remembering that. “Let
me get things settled here and I’ll be at your office in”—he checked his
watch—“an hour? Hour and a half?”
“Perfect,” Logan said. “I’ll be waiting.”
