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Bella hiked her shopping bag higher on her shoulder. They crossed Broome Street and took a right onto Mercer. Inside Logan’s building there was a new guy at the front desk. But evidently Sarah had already met him. They nodded a greeting.
“I think we’re in for the night.”
Sarah pushed the button on the elevator. “I’ll see you upstairs then head back to headquarters.”
“Wow, no arguments?”
“Mr. King doesn’t like a detail on him, just you.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“He’s the client, he gets to set the rules.”
They got off on the top floor and Bella paused outside Logan’s door. “Night, Sarah. Thanks for keeping me company.”
“No prob.”
“Okay, so I’m going to go in.”
Sarah clasped her hands behind her back. “Just open the door so I can be sure no one is in there besides your man.”
She shrugged and hit the code on the alarm. Once she opened the door, music poured out into the hall. Wow, that was some serious soundproofing. Being a musician made that a necessity evidently.
Sarah peeked in then gave her a wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Bella closed the door and hung her jacket on the coat rack next to his. She’d noticed the piano in his bedroom, but hadn’t ever gotten the up close and personal view of a musician at work.
She’d seen him on stage, had even admired his music room in his house, but when it came to seeing him in his private element, that was new. She slipped off her boots and dropped her bags on one of the club chairs on her way by.
At the French doors to his bedroom, she stood transfixed. He was at the piano, and his shoulders held a fine sheen of sweat. Shirtless, barefoot, with only a pair of battered jeans on, Logan was in the middle of some sort of musical catharsis.
He pounded down the keys. The muscles of his back and arms bunched and flexed as he scribbled on a sheet with his right hand, never letting up on the playing with his left. His head was thrown back as he repeated the same chords over and over again with a minor variance. He’d pause to scribble, then the thunderous notes roared out of the piano once more.
She jumped when his voice came into the mix. It wasn’t the polished studio version she’d heard on the radio, nor was it the Logan she’d witnessed on stage. No, this was power and creativity literally being ripped out of his chest.
This was far closer to the man that overwhelmed her in bed and her body reacted. The clashing notes were paired with a lustful string of words that left her heart racing. And as quick as it resonated through the room, there was silence.
Logan scratched on a sheet of music paper, then in a battered moleskin notebook with pages dog-eared and tabbed with sticky notes. His shoulders lifted as if he’d run hard. When he closed the notebook, she rapped on the door jamb and finally dared to enter the room.
He twisted on the bench. “Oh, hey.” He swiped his forearm over his sweaty brow. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to be completely in awe.”
He rolled his eyes and got up. He pushed a button on something on top of the piano. “You just witnessed the ugliest demo I’ve done all week.”
If that was ugly then she wasn’t allowed to watch him practice. She crossed the room and dragged him down to her mouth. He made a muffled sound against her lips, then he crushed her to him.
He pulled his mouth away and looked around the room. She shook her head. “Here.”
He slammed the cover down on the keys, swiped the papers on the floor and lifted her onto the piano. He peeled down her jeans as she went for his button fly. The sound of brass buttons rending through denim had to be one of the sexiest things on the planet.
Especially when her man was going commando. His thick shaft filled her hand and she stroked him to readiness. Her thumb coasted over the broad head, slick with his pre-cum.
“Logan,” she panted against his mouth.
“Fuck.” He opened her legs, hooking his forearm under her knee as he widened her even more with his hips against her thighs. “Let me in.”
She nodded and rested her forehead on his shoulder as she painted the head of his cock through her folds. His head fell back when she did it again. He caged her against the piano, his breath growing heavier as she trapped his silky tip under her hood and rubbed him against her clit.
