Tate hadn’t even realized he was smiling, but he figured he might as well be honest.

“I was thinking about how it feels when I’m under you.”

Logan shook his head as though he didn’t understand. “Did I do something to piss you off?”

Tate frowned, wondering what he’d said wrong. “No. Why?”

Logan reached down, bold as ever, and rearranged what Tate now realized was a solid erection.

“Because that’s the only reason I can think of that you’re hell-bent on torturing me tonight.”

Tate would never admit it, but the fact that he could affect Logan so strongly thrilled him unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he wasn’t quite sure he wanted Logan to have that knowledge.

Which got him wondering...Would Logan admit to his weakness?

“Is that what I’m doing? Torturing you?”

“Yes.”

And there it was—the power.

That one word—yes—not only agreed with him, but also gave permission for Tate to continue doing what he was doing.

It was a rush to know that he was in control.

“Logan?” he asked, and when Logan said nothing, just waited quietly, Tate found a hell of a lot more than a sexual connotation on the tip of his tongue.

He wanted to tell him that he felt the same. That every minute they were together, this fierce attraction he was feeling was transforming into something completely different, something much deeper than he’d ever expected.

“I want you to know—” he started, but he stopped as the elevator sounded, indicating that they’d reached their destination.

Tate quickly took advantage of the moment and walked out into the hall. He was about to ask where he needed to go when he felt a hand on his arm.

He turned, and as the doors slid closed behind Logan, he asked, “You want me to know what?”

Tate thought about the words he’d wanted to say in the security of a safe space, but out here in the open, with Logan’s curious eyes staring him down, he couldn’t quite speak the words.

“I have no idea. I forgot what I was saying.”

Logan walked by, and gave a doubtful look, “You’re a terrible liar,” before he continued down the cream-colored hall.

Tate turned and followed him to the end, taking a deep breath when Logan raised a hand and knocked. He was about to meet Logan’s family.

Actually, that isn’t right, he thought as the door swung open and a tall, dark-haired guy greeted Logan. The same man then turned a friendly smile toward him and held out a hand.

“Hi. I’m Mason, Rachel’s brother.”

I’m meeting Rachel and Cole’s family as…

“You must be Tate? Logan’s boyfriend.”

Well, that clears that right up.

* * *

Logan held back the laugh that threatened when Mason Langley inadvertently gave both him and Tate one hell of a wake-up call. They’d both been tiptoeing around labels and naming exactly what they wanted from one another, but with one simple word—boyfriend—Mason had rendered both of them speechless.

So speechless that they didn’t even deny it.

“Come in,” he invited and stepped aside.

The guy was tall—at least six foot three, maybe more. He would even hazard a guess that he had Cole’s height beat.

“The others are in the living room, and we’re just waiting on Lena and Shelly.”

Logan knew that Lena was Mason’s wife. He’d heard both Cole and Rachel speak of her, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the other name.

“The girls got caught at work down at University Hospital.”

Finally, Tate spoke up. “What do they do?”

“Lena, my wife, is a pediatrician and Shelly is a pulmonologist.”

Tate whistled, impressed. “Doctors, huh?”

Logan respected the way Tate wasn’t threatened by another’s accomplishments. Many men were prideful when it came to position, money, and power, and even though Tate was essentially starting over after his separation, he never wore that like it defined him. In fact, he never mentioned it at all.

They all wandered down the hall as Mason kept talking.

“Yeah, both are amazing doctors. And both are troublemakers. You’ll see.”

As the three of them stepped into the living room, Logan spotted Cole, who was dressed casually in jeans and a burgundy shirt, in his favored corner chair, with Rachel perched on his lap.

To their left was a man Logan had seen around the office a couple of times—Joshua Daniels, a client and friend of Cole’s who apparently was somehow connected to the rest of these people.

Logan wondered what was going through Tate’s mind as he surveyed the crowd that was currently staring at them, but before he could check, Rachel hopped off Cole’s lap and made a beeline for them.

“Logan,” she greeted with a smile so bright that it almost outshined her pink leopard-print skirt. She then looked at Tate and seemed to light up even more if that were possible. “Hi. I’m so glad you both came.”

“Who could resist game night?” Logan asked dryly, wincing when Rachel swatted his arm.

“It’s going to be fun. Right?” she asked Tate and sidled in close to his arm.

Like everyone who met Rachel, Tate immediately fell for her vibrant personality and warm way of making you feel at home. He flashed that easygoing grin Logan was a sucker for and replied good-naturedly, “I’m sure it will be.”

“See, Logan?” she told him as she stuck her tongue out and slipped an arm through the crook of Tate’s arm. “I think you should be on my team. You want to win, right?”

Tate’s laughter filled the room with Rachel’s, and even though Logan knew it was all for fun, he wanted Tate on his team, damn it. Luckily for him, and before he made an idiot out of himself and actually said that, Cole wandered over to them and stopped by his side.

“You made it. I have to say, I was almost convinced a stomach virus was going to break out in your building tonight.”

Logan shrugged out of his jacket and faced his brother. “You know, I heard something like that was going around. But I knew if I didn’t show tonight that I’d have an even bigger pain to deal with on Monday.”

Cole clapped him on the shoulder. “Glad you’re smart enough to take preventative measures then.”

“You are serving alcohol, right?”

Cole chuckled and nodded. “Yes. Your usual? Or are you driving?”

Logan glanced at his designated driver, who still had Rachel wrapped around his arm.

“Go ahead. I promise to get you home safely.”

The sappy look that crossed Rachel’s face would have been comical if Tate’s smart-ass comment had nothing to do with that damn bike and his dislike of it.

“Why don’t you all go take a seat and I’ll bring it in. What about you, Tate?” Cole asked as he walked toward the kitchen.

“Just a Coke, please.”

“Gotcha. Rachel seems to have claimed you, so I’ll leave her to make the introductions.”

Logan walked into the living space he knew almost as well as his own and took a seat on the double couch. When Rachel finally released Tate’s arm, Logan waited to see where he would go, and without hesitation, he walked over to where the seat beside him was empty and sat.

“Well, you guys just met Mase,” Rachel said as she sat down on the arm of her brother’s chair. “He runs the restaurant Exquisite downtown.”

“Which we both own,” Mason added, and Rachel automatically reached out and touched his shoulder.

“He also happens to be the father of an amazing little girl, Catherine.”

“You’re not biased or anything?” Mason joked with his sister.

“Well, she is amazing. Just like her aunt.”

That was when the other occupant of the room piped up. “Yeah, she dresses funny like her aunt also.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Rachel brushed him off. “The quiet one there is Josh. His daughter Savannah is an angel. Looks and acts like one. The kids are having a play date tonight with the babysitter. Josh, this is Logan Mitchell, Cole’s brother and partner at the firm. And this is his boyfriend, Tate.”