The Tycoon's Consummation

The midnight sea beneath the dunes of Sagaponack was a vast, liquid sapphire mirror reflecting the silver arc of a waning crescent moon. Far from the glamorous reception at the Rainbow Room in Manhattan, where hundreds of guests continued to toast the newlyweds with champagne and jazz into the early morning hours, the coastal compound sat in profound, tranquil seclusion. The private Sikorsky helicopter had landed on the manicured lawn…