Kit let loose a loud wolf whistle as she spotted Luca entering the closet behind her in the mirror. She let her eyes run down his body appreciatively as he paused on the threshold of the closet with a smile. Luca was clad in a black, custom-made tuxedo with his hair slicked back.

"Don't you look yummy," Kit purred as he walked over to her and placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, directly where it connected with her neck.

"You look pretty edible yourself," Luca ...