The bedroom door hadn't even clicked shut before Julian had Sarah pinned against it. The sound of the heavy mahogany slamming shut—*thump*—was the starting gun. He didn’t wait. He captured her lips in a kiss that tasted of red wine and years of starvation.
"Mmmnnh," Sarah moaned into his mouth, her hands frantically tearing at his shirt, buttons popping and skittering across the hardwood floor like tiny plastic raindrops.
Behind them, Marcus and Elena were a whirlwind of motion. Marcus had his hands under Elena’s silk dress, hiking it up to her waist. He spun her around, pressing her chest against the wall beside the door. The sound of the silk sliding against her skin was a sharp *shhhht*.
"You've been driving me insane for three years, El," Marcus growled, his voice a rough vibration
