And when he turned back to face her, she realized he’d never looked at her with such raw hunger...or such deep, tormented emotion.

“I’m all yours, Nathalie.”

All hers.

At least for tonight.

Nathalie rose slowly, shrugging the shoulders of her dress up and letting it fall back into place. For

once, she was going to keep her dress intact while Darius was the one exposed.

“Shoes first,” she directed.

He quickly toed them off and kicked them away.

She stepped close, talking as she undid his jacket. “I love your tux.” She loved him in the tux.

Walking around him, she slipped her fingers inside the front lapels and...