Try (Temptation #1)

Because if you try, you better be ready to...take.

Can you maybe put some clothes on?"
"No. Next question?"
"It would help if you put something on."
[...]
"Well, come on then. Let's get the talking over and done with, so we can move on to the fun part. You know, the part where my cock gets to meet yours.

Careful tate, I'm already turned on, you know how hot I get when you're mean to me.

Christ, it’s official. I have a hard-on for a straight guy. That’s just terrific.

Gone now was the tease. Gone was the lesson on the how's and why's. Now came the need…The need to finish, the need to come, and the need to be part of the other person.

Hmm,” Logan hummed in his ear. “You don’t taste like a cherry anymore.”

Tate turned his head on the pillow. “A cherry? I don’t—”

“Yep,” Logan interrupted, kissing his cheek. “I popped it, sucked on the seed, then licked it all up, and made it mine.

I also like that.”

“What?” Logan exhaled.

“How much you want me. It’s a fucking rush. The way you watch me, and look at me is so shameless.

I am a lawyer, and I’m always looking for a loophole.

I don’t care if I have to be here every fucking night. I’m going to have him.

I feel great because you are even better than I first fucking thought. And I love being right.

If I die, I just want you to know that you have never looked hotter than you do right now, and that is the only reason I’m about to risk my life.”
Tate raised a hand, and before he shut the visor, he promised, “I’ll look even hotter in fifteen minutes when I’m naked. So, quit bitching, and get on the bike, Logan.

I’m going to enjoy making you pay for that particular cocktease.

I see reckless. I see untrustworthy. I see someone that I’m terrified to take a risk on because I don’t know if he’ll be there to grab my hand if I jump off that cliff.

I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that’s wrong, then I’m confused because when I’m near you, it feels so damn right.

I want you. Am I supposed to walk away because you're a man? Maybe. They'll say yes for sure. But I'm sick of all the questions running around in my head." Tate stopped and licked his lips. "I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that's wrong, then I'm confused because when I'm near you, it feels so damn right.

I want you. Tell me how I can have you.

Logan knew that tonight was about two things—want and possession.

Logan’s brow rose. “I’ll have you know that these are Armani track pants.

So...what's your truth, Logan?'Logan stared at him so intently that Tate wondered what was going on inside his head before he replied,'I think you are,' leaving Tate speechless.

Straight, huh? You know, funny thing is, often the straightest of trees have crooked roots.

Tate?" "What?" he barked at him. Logan couldn't help the way his dick reacted to it. "I can't even remember what he looks like because all I can picture is you.

This changes things. If you think I'm going to walk out of here and you'll conveniently forget about what happened, you should think again. This wasn't a fluke, no matter how much you try to pretend. You wanted it as much as I did, and you should remember that tonight when you jerk off, thinking about my tongue in your mouth.

What do I need to get you into my bed?" Logan asked boldly.
Tate couldn't help the laugh escaping his mouth at Logan's directness. "A vagina?" He raised a brow at the man.
Releasing his arm, Logan took a step back and removed his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed a number and placed the phone to his ear.
"Hi hon." He then met Tate's eyes and smirked as he mouthed, A vagina I can get.

You alive?” Tate didn’t know what else to say. He had no idea what guys said to one another after this sort of shit.

“I think so. Holy shit, Tate.”

Tate didn’t know why, but the awe in those three words made him proud. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” After some movement on his end, Logan asked, “You?”

“Yeah.” That was as much as Tate could admit, and then he laughed. “Definitely, yes.”

“And? Feel better?”

Tate could hear the smug tone, but he decided to finally give the guy a break. “I feel fucking fantastic.

You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequence of your choice. – Anonymous

You forget my name?” “No.” “Then, don’t call me sir. It turns me on,

You have a bad temper, Mr. Morrison.”
“Get the hell off me,” Tate snarled through his teeth.
“I’m not on you.”
“Yes, you fucking are.”
“I’m against you. There’s a mighty big difference. Take last night, for example, when you were lying on my bed, naked, with your legs spread and me in between them—that was me on you.

You make me want things that I’d forgotten I wanted.

You make me want things that I’d forgotten I wanted.”
As Tate was freed to turn around, he felt his heart beating rapidly until it overshadowed the throb that had, for now, subsided between his thighs. “That’s probably the most sincere thing that I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”
Logan lowered his eyes to Tate’s hand. “Now, that’s not true. I was very sincere this morning when I told you that I loved sucking your—”
“Don’t ruin it,” Tate interrupted.

You’ve changed me, and you don’t even realize it. Just being with you, near you? It makes me want to be a better person. You make me want to take a risk.