"You didn't dream it - it's expensive - no ripping, thanks, but let me tell you what's going to happen;" She grabs his tie and pulls him in for a kiss, then cuts it off abruptly and presses her forehead against his.

"We're going to get to the apartment, run upstairs, have a quickie in these clothes because fuck if I haven't been fantasizing you in that suit all day-" She stops for a heady breath, "then we're going to change, come back to the limo to go to the airport, resist the urge to fuck on the airplane and probably fail, and then end up in Hawaii where I demand we screw at least once per hour unless we're asleep in each other's arms."

She backs up enough to look him squarely in the eyes, "Can you do that for me, Champ?"