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All of this is fueled by the two glasses of wine I had at our celebratory dinner tonight.
Delora got the good news about the subscription model proposal right before quitting time. Thankfully, she already had a reservation at her favorite French restaurant, so we headed straight there. Justin and Rory met us there thirty minutes later, and we all spent the next six hours eating, talking, drinking, and planning.
I did go straight home afterward, but then I had a brilliant idea.
I changed into the pink silk robe I’m wearing now, put on my highest heels, and wandered into the corridor to thank my neighbor for his faith in my idea.
“Saint,” I whisper because I don’t want to risk waking up Mrs. Sweeney. “Saint, open the door.”
I follow that up with another round of knocking.
Finally, I hear a shuffling noise before his door swings open.
“Wowza!” I try to level my breathing. “Are you for real?”
Sean shoots me a grin. “What do we have here?”
My gaze wanders over his bare chest and stomach until it lands on his boxer briefs. They’re the same as the pair he’s wearing in the image on the billboard in Times Square.
“This is what women in this city dream about,” I murmur.
His hand trails over his smooth skin until it reaches his navel. “This right here?”
I circle my hand in front of him. “All of that right there.”
“You’re blushing,” he points out. “Big time blushing.”
“You do that to me, “ I accuse. “I blush because of you.”
He leans his bicep against the doorjamb. “Are you here for all of this right here, or…”
I rehearsed this on my way home, so I might as well put it to good use. “I’d like to borrow a cup of sugar.”
That sends his head back in laughter. “Touché.”
I poke a finger in the center of his very hard chest. “You always knocked on my door to borrow sugar, so...”
My finger is wrapped in his fist before I realize what’s happening. “I was always knocking on your door to look at you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He tugs on my hand. “I still owe you some orgasms. Are you here to collect?”
“Am I?” I ask with a tilt of my head.
His response is a yank on my hand to draw me into his home before he slams the door behind me.
* * *
He’s pinnedme against the door to his apartment. The only barrier between my nipples and the cool wood is the bra I have on. My robe hit the floor the moment Sean tore it off of me.
“Calliope.” That comes out wrapped in a mangled groan. “You’re exquisite.”
I can feel how hard he is as he presses into me from behind. “Take me like this.”
“Like. This,” he repeats my words slowly with more meaning than they ever should possess. They sound sensual, and there’s a depth of longing in them that is palpable.
“Tell me how that would feel,” he teases me with a lick of his tongue up the side of my neck.
