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I dressed while he showered, putting on a long blue silk taffeta goith layers upon layers on its skirt, and I try not to drool tooets dressed

The state dinner is a lavish affair French influentials gravitate toward Matt That effortless grace; he’s in a room and it feels as if there’s no one else, and never was, and never will be

There is just a natural charm about him--and the women, especially, don’t seeet jealous, especially because Matthew keeps glancing in lances at hi over after-dinner drinks with the French president and first lady

"You two" He ers to his eyes "The eyes don’t lie, eh? You are guests here; my wife and I hope you’re comfortable in one room rather than the two--in fact, I believe all the other rooms in the Élysée Palace were taken, weren’t they, chéri"

Matt’s laugh is low and very masculine

And very, very sexy

"What happens in Paris stays in Paris," the French president adds with a wink

"I wouldn’t mind the opportunity to spend some private time with my first lady," Matt adly

"Opportunities like these are rare, eh?" The French president chuckles and lifts his glass "To President Halass and looks at ether and take a sip Only after that do I arch an eyebrow

The French president’s wife slass

Finally, after the longest day ever, we head to our roos are so alien, I feel a little homesick--but home stands before me, over six feet tall and virile, and I’ dark eyes and that half smile of his as he watches me take off my shoes

I don’t even knohat to do with my hands as Matt plucks his cufflinks open and sets the about this aloneness--about having him all to myself, in this city--feels like another stolento ruff whisper I know that he sensesMy hoo I press myself to his side and bury ulf ain, as if he needs sat the back ofme to hiainst Matt’s hard one in the most protective embrace I’ve ever felt in my life--it’s a wall of muscle and flesh and warmth and I bury myself even htens his hold too

I’ and overwhelht of his eyes onh I’ I can’t just break down for no reason But I bury my face into his neck and fist the fabric of his open shirt, trying to get a grip ondown the length of my back comfort me

"I still love you"