“Monaco sounds wonderful. We’ll go pack,” Sean said for them both.
“Flight plans aren’t being accepted for another couple of hours. I can make sure your jet is the first one off the island once people are cleared to depart,” Liam said.
“Will you need our after-action report before we leave?”
Liam waved off his words. “Enjoy your honeymoon first. I ruined enough of it already by bringing you into my mission. The brass can make do with mine until yours is received.”
“We were happy enough to help.”
“Go order room service while Jamie and I get Monaco sorted for you.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m sorry your honeymoon got off to such a bad start,” Jamie said with a sigh.
Sean got to his feet and pulled Alexei with him. “It’s not your fault. Just a bad confluence of events. If we aren’t leaving for a few hours, we’re going back to our suite. Come knock if you need us.”
Alexei scowled at Liam. “Don’t need us.”
Liam offered him up a two-fingered salute before focusing on Jamie again.
Sean pulled Alexei out of the room, ignoring his scowl. Sean knew Alexei’s mood would improve once they stopped thinking about the failed mission, and the best way to do that was to distract him.
Sean looked over his shoulder at Alexei and arched an eyebrow as they headed toward the elevator that would take them up to the Palace Suite. “There’s a mirror waiting for us in our room, Lyosha. How about we put it to good use before we leave?”
The scowl on Alexei’s face instantly transformed into a smile, his gray eyes darkening. Alexei closed the distance between them to pull Sean close and press a kiss to his cheek before reaching down to cop a feel of his ass.
“We go,” Alexei said, sounding happier than he had in hours.
And that was all Sean wanted for his husband.
Happiness.
9
Fortuna-sur-mer
France
Alexei had beenin a foul post-mission mood, but the second Sean mentioned the mirror, all he wanted to do was get back to their room. The thought of getting Sean under him made his cock ache, with a sudden need he refused to ignore. So of course they were greeted by their personal butler the moment they arrived when all he wanted was privacy. Alexei glared at the man, who seemed impervious to his attitude.
“I’ve been asked by management to inquire if you need anything,” the man said.
“Da,” Alexei growled. “You gone.”
“Sir—”
“We’re fine,” Sean assured the man, leaning into Alexei in silent warning not to blow up at the guy just doing his job. “Thank you. We’ll be leaving in a couple of hours, and we’ll pack up our own things. Your services won’t be needed.”
“Very well, sir.”
The butler was too much of a professional to run out of the suite, but he finally left. Alexei made an annoyed sound before pulling Sean toward the master bedroom, ignoring his husband’s laughter.
“Try to have honeymoon, keep getting interrupted,” Alexei grumbled.
“We’ll be in Monaco soon enough,” Sean said, still laughing.
“Not leave room this time.”
