The limousine pulled away from the gilded gates of the Le Brione estate, leaving the flashing bulbs and the "Wedding of the Year" behind. Inside the plush, leather-lined limousine, the air was thick with the scent of vanilla and the sharp, electric tension that had been building between Garette and Dianthe all day.
Garette’s hand went inside the hem of Dianthe’s dress. He then completely loosened his tie with a sharp tug, tossing it onto the car’s floor. He shifted closer to Dianthe, his eyes dark with a focused, predatory intent. The "Shark" was hungry to claim his formerly forbidden desire.
"The performance is over, Mrs. Le Brione," he said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum against her skin. He reached out, his hand sliding up her silk-clad thigh, his thumb tracing slow, d
