I rolled my hips against him, feeling his thickening cock through the sweatpants I wore. “I completely agree.”
He slipped his hand under the waistband of my sweatpants to the bare skin below. “Commando again, huh?”
“You would know. You watched me get dressed.”
Sean threaded his fingers through my hair and drew me down for a kiss. “I like you wearing my clothes.”
I smiled against his lips. “I think you like me better out of them.”
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Truth.”
A knock on his office door startled us both. “Mr. O’Neil?” Caitlin called from the other side.
Sean groaned, and his head dropped back against the sofa. “Seriously?” The doorknob jiggled, and Sean called out, “Give me a minute.”
I sighed softly and climbed off his lap. “I have some transcribing to do. Will I see you later?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “Can I take you to dinner tonight?”
My heart did a silly jump. “I’d like that,” I replied as I stood.
He rose and gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll meet you at your room around seven.”
“I look forward to it.”
FIFTEEN
SEAN
My day had largely turned to shit. I’d been nursing a headache for most of the day at the thought of all I had to do to fix the problems. The best part was the man waiting for me in room twenty-eight. As I took the stairs two at a time to get there faster, it occurred to me that I had known this guy for less than twenty-four hours, yet I was more excited to see him than I had ever been with my last serious boyfriend. What was it about him that drew me? I couldn’t figure it out. He was sweet and funny and, holy fuck, hot as hell between the sheets—but there was something more. I still hadn’t come up with an answer when I knocked on his door.
Jeremy opened the door with a smile, then his eyes heated as they traveled up my body. I may have preened a little under his gaze. I knew my dark-green Henley went well with my black leather jacket and dark jeans. “You look great,” he said in a voice that went straight to my dick.
I stepped inside, closed the door behind me, and took him in my arms for a kiss. “So do you,” I murmured. He wore a form-fitting, royal blue button-down over black skinny jeans that cupped his tight ass perfectly. I nuzzled into his neck and got a whiff of his shampoo and some spicy cologne. “You smell good too.”
Jeremy stepped back and ran his fingers through my hair. “Thank you. Let me just get my jacket.”
While waiting for Jeremy to get his coat, I noticed a small stack of staff paper on the desk in the sitting room. I went over, and sure enough, it was filled with neatly drawn notes of what must have been the piece Jeremy composed this afternoon. The title on top read “A Brother’s Love” in his precise handwriting. Looking at the music, I could hear it in my head, and I marveled at the beautiful simplicity of the piece.
Jeremy came over to the desk, wearing a black sheepskin bomber jacket. I ran my finger over the title of his composition. “You finished it.”
He picked up his phone from beside the sheet music and slipped it into his jacket pocket. “Yes. I just want to go over it once more on the piano to ensure it’s right, and then I’ll send it to the printers.” His brow furrowed slightly. “You wouldn’t happen to have a high-quality scanner here, would you? That would give me a faster turnaround.”
“I actually do,” I answered as we exited his room and he locked his door. “Just bring the music to my office when you’re ready to scan it.”
“You’re working tomorrow?” he asked. “It’s Saturday.”
“Yeah. I’ve got some things I have to do.”
I must have made a weird face because he asked, “What’s wrong?”
I let out a soft sigh and started down the stairs. “Let’s head out, and I’ll tell you on the way.” We had just gotten to the first floor when my phone rang. I almost let it go to voicemail—I was so done with problems today—but I saw it was Mom. I swiped to answer. “Hey, Mom, what’s up?”
“Not much,” she replied. “The ER was crazy today—bad accident on the Parkway.” My mom was an ER charge nurse for the nearby hospital, which also happened to be the regional trauma center. Bad car accidents meant a really tough day for everyone there.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Aye,” she replied, her brogue becoming stronger in her weariness. “Sue, Kelly, and I were going to go out tonight, but we were all so beat that we decided to put it off until tomorrow night.”
