He took her hand, turned her and they fled through the back, winding between the shelves and cupboard and tables to the back door laughing like two small guilty children. He pulled her out into the night and caught her by the nape of the neck, kissing her over and over.

“Get into my car fast or we’re not going to have that long slow session of making love I promised,” Remy advised.

She laughed softly, in no way intimidated. “That’s not much of a threat, Remy,” she told him, hiking up the hem of her gown with one hand and hurrying as fast as she could in her high heels. “I happen to know you have stamina. I can have my cake and eat it too.”

He yanked open the car door for her. “What does that mean?”

His voice had dropped an octave, making her shiver with anticipation. She waited until he’d come around to the driver’s side and had started the car.

“It means I’m good at removin’ my clothes in your car, and I think we can make it as far as the bayou road before I start removin’ your clothes. If you don’ want to drive into the bayou, and I don’t recommend it having been there once myself, I think you’ll pull over. We can do slow and easy when we get home.”

He let out his breath and drove as fast as he could without putting them in danger. She reached under her arm and unzipped the gown slowly. He glanced sideways and caught the sight of the side of her breast. She slipped the long sleeves off her arms. The last traffic light before they left the city went red. Bijou held her gown over the tops of her breasts.

“You know Gage is goin’ to stop us one of these days and find you completely naked.”

The light changed and he drove faster, putting distance between them and any lights. Bijou laughed at his silly warning. Gage would know better, and she knew it. She slid the dress down her body and wiggled it down over her hips. She wore a garter belt and stockings, her heels and nothing else. “Just for you. In case you came to the showing tonight. A thank-you.”

“Open your legs.”

“Pay attention to the road.”

“Open your legs and I will.”

“You always have to have your way,” Bijou pointed out. She opened her legs for him, shifting a little closer to him. The seat belt lay in between her breasts and the lap belt cinched her waist.

“I’m glad you’re finally realizin’ that,” Remy said, unrepentant. “I’ve never particularly wanted to handcuff a woman, but I think I might try that with you. Just for the fun of it.”

“Who’s goin’ to have the fun?”