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“I know. I go down to Millennium Park often for walks. I wonder how many times we almost ran into each other.”

“I 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
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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
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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 and was forced to pull his lips away as he turned Morgan into his bedroom.

Morgan took in the space that looked to be twice the size of his own bedroom. A dark cherry, king-sized sleigh bed covered in a burgundy comforter was centered against a wall. Windows running from floor to ceiling revealed a view overlooking Lake Michigan.

Julian placed his hand on Morgan’s cheek, guiding his gaze back to him. “I want you to know, this isn’t something I do Keys to Love
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regularly. I don’t bring men home because I never know who I can trust. The last thing I need is to end up with a stalker who knows exactly where I live.”

Morgan laid his hand over Julian’s. “Then I’m glad you trust me.” A wry smile quirked his lips. “Especially since even though I’ve admired your music for a long time, and I’m a roadie on your tour, and I spent over thirty thousand dollars to be with you, I’m not at all mental or a stalker.”

Julian chuckled. “Well, when you put it like that…”

Morgan laughed with him.

Julian looked into his eyes, shining with affection and humor, and knew he could trust Morgan implicitly.

Morgan brushed Julian’s hair to the side of his forehead, his gaze following the movement. “I will say, though, I’ve wanted a moment like this with you for a very long time.”

Julian placed his other hand on Morgan’s chest. “And I’ve wanted it since I first saw you.”

Morgan bowed his head to him. As their lips met, Julian felt the difference in Morgan’s kiss. Where earlier it was filled with starved passion, now it was tender. With every glide of Morgan’s tongue over his, Julian melted. All the men he’d kissed, none had ever done it with such warmth.

Julian slid his hands under Morgan’s tux jacket and over his broad shoulders as he guided it off. One by one, he opened the buttons on the vest, and when the last was freed, Morgan shook out of it. Julian unfastened Morgan’s pants, then gripped the white dress shirt and pulled it loose. He huffed as he unbuttoned it to find the undershirt beneath. “You have too many clothes on.”

“Lucky for me you don’t.”

Morgan drifted his hands under Julian’s shirt. His fingers explored the feel of Julian’s body as he lifted it over his head.

He dropped it and looked at him, Julian’s lean frame lightly muscled, his fair skin catching the moonlight streaming through
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the windows. He touched his fingertips to the center of Julian’s collarbone and bought his touch slowly down Julian’s smooth chest, traveling lower to his firm abdomen. As he reached the top of Julian’s leather pants, he lifted his other hand to open them.

Julian pushed Morgan’s dress shirt off, then raised the undershirt. He stood back, staring at the beautiful body before him. Morgan’s medium build was covered in thick musculature.

Hair dusted his chest; his abdomen was cut in deep grooves. His biceps looked powerful even at rest, cords of sinew shifted in his forearms with each movement. If Julian were to design the body of a man he wanted, he couldn’t have come as close to Morgan’s perfection.

Julian grabbed Morgan’s pants and shoved them down. He glanced at Morgan’s defined quads and calves, but what captured his attention was the large bulge pushing against the black boxer-briefs. He touched the tip of his index finger to the top of the hard line and followed it lower.

Morgan closed his eyes; his hips swayed forward to Julian’s touch. Julian hooked his fingers over the boxer-briefs and slowly edged them down. The broad head was revealed, the slit wet.

The veined and thick shaft followed. Julian nearly swooned as he imagined what it’d feel like to have every inch of its length buried inside him. As he brought the boxer-briefs to Morgan’s thighs, he gazed at his sac, large, full, shaven, hanging in waiting for him to suck and lick at it.

Julian went to his knees. He couldn’t resist leaning in, pressing his nose to Morgan’s skin, inhaling his masculine musk while he finished pulling off Morgan’s clothes. His tongue darted out to lick the sac. He kissed up the shaft from base to tip and stood up.

Morgan pulled him close, claiming Julian’s lips again. Julian moved toward the bed, then forced himself to break the kiss to turn and throw the comforter back. Morgan pressed against him from behind. As he felt Morgan’s hard cock push against his ass, Julian paused with the top sheet in hand. Morgan’s fingers moved around his waist to the button on his pants. As Morgan brought them down, they barely made it over Julian’s ass before he bent Keys to Love
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over the bed.

Morgan settled his cock between Julian’s ass cheeks. Julian exhaled a sigh of pleasure as the silken shaft rubbed his hole. He rocked back to the hard rod, desperately wanting it inside him.

Morgan quickly turned away from him.

Julian looked to see he’d picked up his pants and was digging in the front pocket. When he saw him come out with a strip of condoms, he reached for the nightstand at his bedside and opened a drawer for the lube. He tossed it to the bed and hastily finished removing his own clothes.

Morgan’s gaze traveled down Julian’s body to his cock. He saw Julian shaved his pubic hair save for a small patch, the color, blond, just a shade darker than Julian’s hair. He looked up and smiled. “That’s a first.”

“It does give me some uniqueness, doesn’t it? One of the benefits of being so fair haired and skinned.” He took Morgan’s hand. “And feel. It’s very fine.”

Morgan gently brushed his fingertips over the soft curls, then brought them to Julian’s smooth shaft.

Julian moaned softly. His eyes closed for a moment, then he met Morgan’s gaze. “I want us to still use protection, but I also want you to know I’m clean. I thought you might like to know, with what I do for a career and the reputation that goes with it.

But I’m always careful and get tested regularly.”

Morgan frowned slightly. “Is that your way of saying you’ve slept around a lot?”

“I’m not sure what you’d define as a lot, so I’ll say I’m far from virginal, but I’m not a man-whore, either.”

Morgan brushed Julian’s cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“Then we’re the same, and you don’t have to worry about anything on my end.”

Julian smirked as he closed the distance between them.

“Which end? This one?” He touched the tip of Morgan’s cock.

“Or this one?” He moved his hand behind Morgan to grip his
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ass.

“Both,” Morgan said as he kissed him.

Morgan wrapped his hand around Julian’s cock and brought his grip down in a firm stroke. He took his own cock in the same hand and squeezed their organs together.

Julian laid one hand on Morgan’s shoulder. He tipped his head down, looking at their hard flesh clamped together in Morgan’s strong hand. Morgan gave them a pump. Julian rocked his hips toward him, then gasped in protest when Morgan suddenly released him. A heartbeat later, he found himself being pressed down to the bed.

He dropped to the mattress and slid back, Morgan crawling with him. Before reaching the center, Morgan stopped him by bringing their lips together. As Morgan eased his weight down on him, Julian kissed him harder, sucking Morgan’s tongue into his mouth. He rubbed his legs over Morgan’s, his hands down Morgan’s back.

Morgan slowly lifted up and snatched the lube. He coated his fingers, and as he lowered himself down again, Julian parted his thighs wide. He covered Julian’s mouth with his as he pushed one finger into him. Julian groaned and arched up to his hand. After a few thrusts, Morgan added a second.

Julian halted the kiss. He dug his fingers into Morgan’s back and raised his hips. The thickness of Morgan’s fingers stretching and filling him felt too incredible for him to not want more. A needy moan left him; he shifted his hips in askance. Morgan curled his fingers upward to his gland. Julian jerked with pleasure, sighing, “God, yes,” as he clung to him. The tender massage pushed him closer to the edge. Fluid dripped onto his stomach from his leaking cock; tingling heat circulated through his groin.

He couldn’t take it. A few more moments and he’d lose it.

“Morgan, I’m right there. But I want it when you’re in me.”

Morgan moaned against Julian’s lips. He pulled his fingers from him and reached for a condom.

Julian watched him roll the condom on, his body pulsing in Keys to Love
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anticipation. Looking at the profile of Morgan kneeling on the bed, his body hard with muscle, his ass so finely rounded, his handsome features, he felt nothing less than he was about to have sex with the man of his dreams.

Morgan turned back to him.

Julian met his gaze as he brought his body over him once again. He rested his hand on Morgan’s cheek. “It’s been a little while, but you don’t have to go easy on me.”

Morgan brushed his fingertips across Julian’s forehead and down his cheek. “Maybe I want to.”

His words caused a burst of emotion in Julian’s chest, disbelief that he’d found someone so kind; hope that it was genuine and would last. He felt the wrapped and slicked tip of Morgan’s cock press against his hole. He willed his body to be still, despite wanting to shove it in. The wide head pushed inside him. A moan escaped him as he felt it rubbing his sensitive inner walls, opening him with each inch Morgan eased in.

Once Morgan’s cock was fully inside him, Julian embraced him around the neck and raised his head to meet Morgan’s lips.

The length of him, the girth of him, it all felt so amazing. As Morgan pulled back and went forward again in his first thrust, Julian tightened his arms around him, his pleasure intensifying still more.

Morgan slid one arm under Julian’s shoulders, holding him tight as he set a slow pace. He kissed every part of Julian he could reach with his lips and nuzzled into Julian’s hair near his temple as he whispered his name.

Julian softly said Morgan’s name in return. Every thrust built pleasure on top of pleasure. Each movement caused his cock to rub against Morgan’s stomach, the skin of which had turned slick with pre-cum. His mind, his body, swam in ecstasy, and it continued to grow. It hit a point where it could go no higher. He let out a stuttering shout, heaving up against Morgan, his hips working as his cock emptied cum between them. He heard Morgan groan low in his ear and felt Morgan’s hold on
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