“Haha, wiseass,” I muttered. “Why am I getting a boarding pass?”
“You’re going to Paris tonight. Your flight leaves JFK at nine p.m.”
“I’m what now?”
One look at his smug smile, and I knew I heard him just fine. “Okay, hold on a minute. I can’t just up and leave like that. And you…”
Liam held up his hand. “No. You don’t get to use me as an excuse anymore. I’m fine. I won’t fall apart if you’re not here.” A text lit up his phone, and he quickly answered it.
Again, my emotions warred with each other. Worry battled with hope and excitement. But it was all so sudden. “The hotel. I can’t just leave without warning.”
A knock on the door interrupted us. Caitlin came in, followed by Miguel.
“Hey, boss,” Caitlin said. “Liam says you don’t think Miguel and I can run this place for two weeks without you.”
“I did not say that,” I protested. Liam crossed his arms and stared at me. He wasn’t pissed. He was worried. It caused me to wonder why I was fighting this so hard. I had a chance to go see Jeremy like I’d wanted to do for the past month and a half.
I let out a breath. “Okay, so maybe I am a little bit of a control freak.”
Liam snorted, Caitlin raised her brows, and Miguel bit his bottom lip and wouldn’t meet my gaze. I threw up my hands. “All right! Lately, I’ve been a big control freak.”
Liam’s expression softened. “We’re not trying to make you feel bad. We just want you to do something for yourself for once.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it.” I blew out a breath. “I guess I’m going to Paris.”
* * *
Jeremy
I putmy pencil down and stretched. I checked my phone and saw that it was almost noon. I’d been working on this new composition for about four hours. Unlike the one for Evan’s wedding, this one was a piano concerto with a full orchestra. It started coming to me in dribs and drabs when I was in Chicago and had grown ever since. It wasn’t done, not by a long shot, but at least now it had some substance.
I was feeling restless. I’d missed a call from Sean last night because I was rehearsing with the Paris Philharmonic. Then I had dinner with the conductor and the orchestra director, and I didn’t get back to my hotel until after midnight. I tried to call Sean back, but it went to voicemail. So now I was worried that something was wrong, that Liam had another breakdown, or something had happened at the hotel.
My phone rang, startling me. I looked at the screen, and my heart leaped into my throat. It was Sean. I quickly swiped to answer it. “Hey there. What’s up? Is everything okay? It’s not even six in the morning over there.”
Sean chuckled. “Everything’s fine, baby. I just had a question for you.”
I looked at my phone. I had both the Paris and East Coast times on it. “At five fifty-eight in the morning? It must be some question.”
“It is, trust me,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “So, I was wondering,” he went on, “if you wanted to have lunch with me in that cute little bistro down the street from your hotel.”
I pulled my phone away from my ear and looked down at it in confusion. “I don’t understand,” I said.
“Answer your door,” he said. A knock sounded on the door to my suite a moment later. Now my heart was racing for an entirely different reason. I set my phone down, ran to the door, and pulled it open to find Sean standing there, luggage in hand, with a big smile. He wore loose-fitting blue jeans, my favorite Queen T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He looked delicious.
I launched myself at him. “You’re here!”
He deftly caught me with one arm while holding my door open with the other. “Don’t lock us out,” he warned, laughing. “I don’t have a key yet.”
I grabbed one of his bags, took hold of his hand, and dragged him into the room. As soon as the door shut, his arms were around me and his lips were taking mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. I melted into his body and let my worries drift away as I reveled in his embrace.
By the time he pulled away, we were both breathless. Sean rested his forehead against mine and said, “I really missed you.”
“I’m so glad you’re here.” I held on to him like he would disappear if I moved even an inch away.
He pulled me into another kiss, this one slower and more sensuous. “It’s so good to hold you again.”
He slipped his hands down to cup my ass while he rocked his hips into me. The hard length of his cock pressed against my thigh, and I groaned my need for him. “Sean, please.”
