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The limo door had barely shut behind them, and Casey was already lurching toward Tobias, her dress rustling as she settled into his lap. Satin and lace spilled over his legs, her veil brushing his face; he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“Hello, husband,” she hissed, fingers tugging his tie.
“Hello, wife,” he exhaled shakily.
She smiled, hips pressing against him with unmistakable intent. Tobias groaned, but a chuckle quickly followed.
“You know, we’re due at a reception in twenty minutes, right?”
“Twenty minutes?” She winked, her hands reaching for his buckle. “Then we’d better work fast.”