He had his head tipped forward, looking down at him where he knelt naked at his feet, and the veins of his neck were corded. Tate’s entire body flexed and tensed with every thrust and fuck of his hips as he feverishly worked his cock.

“Oh hell yes. Come on, Tate.”

Tate widened his stance, reached forward with his free hand, and grabbed a handful of his hair, tilting his head back. But it wasn’t until Logan lifted a hand and touched his fingers to Tate’s balls that a shout tore out of him and he came magnificently all over Logan’s chest and neck.

“Ahh, fucking hell,” Tate cursed, and as his hand loosened in his hair, Logan reached up and ran his finger through the sticky liquid that had hit his nipple.

He looked right at Tate as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it inside.

Tate gave a throaty laugh and slid down the wall opposite him.

“Not so sweet after all,” Logan commented with a wink.

“No?”

Logan shook his head. “There’s a hint of sweet with a full helping of stubborn and dirty as fuck.”

Tate raised a brow as if to say, ‘And?’

“In other words, just right.”

28.

Logan got to work early Monday morning, and as he was drinking his coffee at his desk, he started thinking back to last night.

After the incredibly intense coupling in his hall, they’d crawled into bed and Tate had placed his head on his shoulder and fallen asleep. He’d been tired, no doubt exhausted from the week before. Logan wondered if Tate would ever be as carefree as he had been before all of this with his family.

He’d grown up with a somewhat flaky mother, and his father hadn’t even cared to have him around in the first place, no matter whom he liked—girls or boys.

Tate was the opposite.

He’d grown up with a family that loved him, a sister who’d probably idolized him, and they’d all gone to church and had family lunches on Sundays.

Now, that was no longer an option. They’d disowned him.

Cut him off and pushed him aside because of me.

A knock on his door disrupted him, and when he looked up, he saw Cole stick his head in.

“Can I come in?”

Logan sat back in his seat. “Since when have you ever asked?”

Cole didn’t bother with an answer. He just opened the door and wandered inside. After making his way over to the chair opposite Logan’s desk, he took a seat.

“So how’d the trip go?”

“What? No small talk?”

“I’m sorry, are we on a date?”

Logan rolled his eyes and rubbed his fingers across his lips. “The trip went well. Very well.” He paused for a moment and then smiled. “But unlike you and Rachel, we didn’t come back married.”

The droll look Cole gave him made Logan chuckle.

“You’re here early.”

“So are you,” he pointed out, and Cole agreed.

“Yeah. I need to take Rachel to her doctor’s appointment this afternoon, so I shuffled a few things around.”

“Ahh, I see. And how is the mother-to-be?”

“Incredibly…sexy.”

Not really what he’d expected.

“Sexy?”

“Yes. Rachel’s always been, well...”

“I remember,” Logan supplied when it seemed Cole was stuck in his head fantasizing. “I caught you on your desk once upon a time. Or have you forgotten?”

“No. You were a pain in the ass that day—as usual. But ever since she’s been pregnant, it’s like her sex drive has gone off the fucking charts.”

Logan started laughing at the incredulous look on Cole’s face. “And that’s a problem?”

“Fuck no,” Cole assured him, and Logan waited. “But I’m worried about hurting her. She’s so small and wants it so—” Cole cut himself off, seeming to realize what he’d been about to say. His brother was not the type to discuss his extracurricular activities.

“Rachel’s not the kind to keep something like that to herself. If it hurt, she’d tell you to stop.”

“I know. You’re right. I just worry about her and the baby.”

“I can’t even imagine,” Logan said as he leaned forward and put his arms on the desk.

Cole nodded. “Yeah. It’s a whole new level, you know?”

There was a short stretch of silence, and then Logan gave him a smart-ass smirk. “Not really.”

The comment was enough to break the tension and had Cole chuckling.

Logan then picked up the papers in front of him. “I came in early to look over the guest list for Friday’s dinner. These last two business clients—they’re new.”

Cole stood and took the list off him. “Ahh yes. They were last-minute additions.”

Logan opened his laptop and powered it up. “Okay. I’m gonna check it out so I know who to charm, and then we should be good to go.” Cole turned to leave, and just before he got through the door, Logan called out, “I’ll have a plus-one for Friday night.”

Cole glanced over his shoulder and gave him a smug look. “I know. I already told Jane. Tell Tate that Rachel can’t wait to see him.”

Logan sighed and then felt a grin tug his lips as his brother shut the door. “Presumptuous bastard.”

He lowered his eyes to the computer screen in front of him and typed in: LPCW Architecture. He waited for the screen to pull up, and when it did, he saw a beautiful webpage. It was set up to show some of the buildings the company had restored and designed in and around downtown Chicago.

This would be good for us. An important client to add to the firm.

Logan scrolled along the bar at the top and searched the drop-down menus for the owners. When he found it, he clicked and waited. Then the photos started to appear.

 AIA/LEED AP PARTNER - Lance Powell and his image.

The guy was attractive enough. He was in his mid-forties with dark hair and eyes, but nothing remarkable that stood out. He appeared all business, and Logan did like that. The shrewd eyes of someone who liked to make money and keep it.

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.

Oh shit.

Logan’s heart started hammering in his chest as the blond-haired guy with the blue eyes and charming smile continued to stare right at him. After dredging up his past with Tate, Logan suddenly felt as though karma were coming around to fuck with him somehow.

But for what?

Focusing on the image again, he quickly picked up his phone and dialed his PA.

“Sherry?” he barked out.

“Well, it’s lovely to have you back,” she replied with a voice so full of sarcasm that Logan winced. “Good morning to you too, Mr. Mitchell.”

Hell. He was so fucking psyched out he hadn’t even realized it had just turned eight a.m.

Fully chastised, Logan apologized. “I’m sorry. Good morning.”

“Good morning. Now, is there something I can do for you?”

Logan once again returned his attention to the screen and asked, “Can you pull up the names of the guests who RSVP’d to the function this Friday?”

“I thought Mr. Madison put a list on your desk this morning.”

“Yes. He gave me a list of the companies, but not the actual names. I wanted to see who was attending from LPCW Architecture.”

He heard some papers being shuffled around and then Sherry’s voice came back over the line.

“Okay, it says Mr. Lance Powell plus one and”—Logan closed his eyes and held his breath, thinking, Please no, please no, please—“Mr. Christopher Walker plus one.”

“Fuck.”

The line went silent, and then Sherry coughed as if clearing her throat. That was when Logan realized he’d said it out loud.

“Sorry.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Mitchell. Will there be anything else?”

Just a gun so I can shoot myself.

“No, Sherry. That’ll be all.”

Logan hung up the phone and glared at it. Then he looked back at the screen. He could feel his hands shaking as his mind raced at a million miles an hour.