don’t want to think about it. It’s too frustrating.”
Julian faced him as they stepped into the elevator. “But we’re together now.”
Morgan cupped Julian’s cheek. “And that’s the only thing that matters.”
Julian hit the button for the twenty-fifth floor as he met Morgan’s lips. Morgan pushed him back, pinning him against the elevator wall. A soft groan purred in Julian’s throat at the feeling of Morgan’s large, hard body pressing on him. He slid his hands around Morgan’s hips to his ass and smiled through the kiss as he squeezed the muscled mounds.
Morgan dipped his head, pressing his nose to Julian’s neck, Keys to Love 83
breathing deeply Julian’s cologne as he kissed him. “What is this cologne you wear?”
“Versace’s Eau Fraiche. It’s my favorite. I’m guessing from your tone, you like it, too.”
“I love it. I can’t get enough of it.”
“That’s a good thing.”
Julian claimed Morgan’s lips once again. The elevator chimed they’d reached their destination. Morgan started to pull away.
Julian caught him by the back of the neck with one hand, forcing him to continue the kiss, and refused to loosen his hold on Morgan’s ass.
As the door closed, Morgan broke the kiss with laughter. “Are we just going to do it in here?”
Julian kissed him with smiling lips. “Maybe, since you rejected me at the hall and doing it in my car.”
“I would never reject you.”
Morgan delivered another deep kiss, then drew back so they could leave. Julian tapped the button to open the doors. They stepped out to a small sitting area and only one white wooden door.
“Don’t tell me the whole floor is yours,” Morgan said.
Julian unlocked the door. “Everything from the twentieth floor up is penthouses. But it’s really not that big.”
Morgan followed him inside. He stepped onto the tan marble foyer, then followed Julian down a short hallway. The hall opened into an expansive living room with mocha colored carpet. Beige leather furniture dotted the space. An electric fireplace made of red brick was on one wall, and atop the mantel sat Julian’s Julliard diploma in a silver frame.
The living room continued on to the left until it met with three stairs leading up to a raised section, where a grand piano sat before floor to ceiling windows. Morgan’s mouth dropped open more over it than the Porsche. It was undoubtedly the most beautiful piano he’d ever seen. Finished to keep its natural, deep 84 S.J. Frost
mahogany color, the legs were intricately carved with leaves and flowers. Though it was immaculate, there was a sense of age to it.
He wanted to hear its voice, even just a single note.
Morgan glanced to the right and saw the spacious kitchen behind Julian. “Not that big, huh?”
“Well, it’s not exactly shabby, but I’m considering buying a house. I’d like to walk into a home without having to ride in an elevator with my neighbors, to park in my own garage and have all my cars there. After this tour, I might look for some place in the Evanston area, near Jesse and Evan.” Julian pointed toward the kitchen. “A dining room is connected there, which is also connected to a den.” He took Morgan’s hand, smiling as he walked backward toward the piano. “But this is the way to the best section, the bedrooms.”
“How many bedrooms do you have?”
“Four, but only one of them is important.” Julian stopped.
“But I’m being rude, aren’t I? I haven’t even asked if you’d like something to drink.”
Morgan jerked Julian to him. He lifted Julian’s chin to meet his gaze. “You can drop the proper boy routine.”
Julian grinned. “But I am a proper boy.”
“Then I’ll have to see what I can do to change that.”
Morgan pressed their lips together, driving his tongue deep into Julian’s mouth. Julian wrapped his arms around him. He stepped back, leading Morgan down the hall with their lips together. He opened his eyes to see where they were
Julian faced him as they stepped into the elevator. “But we’re together now.”
Morgan cupped Julian’s cheek. “And that’s the only thing that matters.”
Julian hit the button for the twenty-fifth floor as he met Morgan’s lips. Morgan pushed him back, pinning him against the elevator wall. A soft groan purred in Julian’s throat at the feeling of Morgan’s large, hard body pressing on him. He slid his hands around Morgan’s hips to his ass and smiled through the kiss as he squeezed the muscled mounds.
Morgan dipped his head, pressing his nose to Julian’s neck, Keys to Love 83
breathing deeply Julian’s cologne as he kissed him. “What is this cologne you wear?”
“Versace’s Eau Fraiche. It’s my favorite. I’m guessing from your tone, you like it, too.”
“I love it. I can’t get enough of it.”
“That’s a good thing.”
Julian claimed Morgan’s lips once again. The elevator chimed they’d reached their destination. Morgan started to pull away.
Julian caught him by the back of the neck with one hand, forcing him to continue the kiss, and refused to loosen his hold on Morgan’s ass.
As the door closed, Morgan broke the kiss with laughter. “Are we just going to do it in here?”
Julian kissed him with smiling lips. “Maybe, since you rejected me at the hall and doing it in my car.”
“I would never reject you.”
Morgan delivered another deep kiss, then drew back so they could leave. Julian tapped the button to open the doors. They stepped out to a small sitting area and only one white wooden door.
“Don’t tell me the whole floor is yours,” Morgan said.
Julian unlocked the door. “Everything from the twentieth floor up is penthouses. But it’s really not that big.”
Morgan followed him inside. He stepped onto the tan marble foyer, then followed Julian down a short hallway. The hall opened into an expansive living room with mocha colored carpet. Beige leather furniture dotted the space. An electric fireplace made of red brick was on one wall, and atop the mantel sat Julian’s Julliard diploma in a silver frame.
The living room continued on to the left until it met with three stairs leading up to a raised section, where a grand piano sat before floor to ceiling windows. Morgan’s mouth dropped open more over it than the Porsche. It was undoubtedly the most beautiful piano he’d ever seen. Finished to keep its natural, deep 84 S.J. Frost
mahogany color, the legs were intricately carved with leaves and flowers. Though it was immaculate, there was a sense of age to it.
He wanted to hear its voice, even just a single note.
Morgan glanced to the right and saw the spacious kitchen behind Julian. “Not that big, huh?”
“Well, it’s not exactly shabby, but I’m considering buying a house. I’d like to walk into a home without having to ride in an elevator with my neighbors, to park in my own garage and have all my cars there. After this tour, I might look for some place in the Evanston area, near Jesse and Evan.” Julian pointed toward the kitchen. “A dining room is connected there, which is also connected to a den.” He took Morgan’s hand, smiling as he walked backward toward the piano. “But this is the way to the best section, the bedrooms.”
“How many bedrooms do you have?”
“Four, but only one of them is important.” Julian stopped.
“But I’m being rude, aren’t I? I haven’t even asked if you’d like something to drink.”
Morgan jerked Julian to him. He lifted Julian’s chin to meet his gaze. “You can drop the proper boy routine.”
Julian grinned. “But I am a proper boy.”
“Then I’ll have to see what I can do to change that.”
Morgan pressed their lips together, driving his tongue deep into Julian’s mouth. Julian wrapped his arms around him. He stepped back, leading Morgan down the hall with their lips together. He opened his eyes to see where they were
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