"—or get caught?—"
"Still don't care."
My hand slides under her coat, finding the zipper of her dress, and she gasps.
"Victor, we can't—not here?—"
"I know." I rest my forehead against hers, both of us panting softly in the cool night air. "I know. We should?—"
"Go back to our room."
"Yes."
"Right now."
"Definitely."
We make it back to the estate in record time, barely stopping to drop off Harper's shoes at coat check before heading straight for the guest wing.
Our room is in the east wing—one of the estate's luxury suites with a king bed, fireplace, and private balcony overlooking the ocean. Roman insisted we take it, said something about "making sure my best man is properly rested for tomorrow."
Pretty sure this isn't what he had in mind.
The moment the door closes behind us, Harper turns to me with a smile.
"So," she says, shrugging out of her coat. "I was thinking. We should probably do an early toast to Roman and Calli. You know, private celebration before tomorrow's chaos."
"A toast?"
"There's champagne in the room's bar." She crosses to it, bending to examine the bottles. "We could?—"
I'm behind her in three strides, my hands on her hips, pulling her back against me.
"Or," I say, my lips against her ear, "we could skip the champagne."
"Skip the—" She turns in my arms, eyes darkening. "You have a better idea?"
"Several."
My coat hits the floor. Then hers. Her hands are already working on my tie, loosening it, pulling it free.
"Someone's impatient," I murmur against her mouth.
"I've been watching you in this tuxedo all night," she says, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. "Watching you be charming and competent and devastatingly handsome. I'm done being patient."
"Devastating, huh?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
I do, backing her toward the bed, my hands finding the zipper of her dress and sliding it down slowly.
The burgundy fabric pools at her feet, and I discover she's wearing black lace underneath—a matching set that makes my train of thought veer off the rails.
"You wore this under your dress all night?"
"I was feeling optimistic."
"You're going to kill me."
