“Many times.”
“Many times is not enough. I love you to the depths of my soul.” A sinful smirk touched his lips. “But if I don’t plunge deep into your body soon, I fear I might die.”
Scarlett moistened her lips. “I love you more than you can ever know. But I need to feel full with you. Else my heart might simply give out.”
Without uttering another word, he captured her hand and escorted her back to their conveyance.
“We’ll take the long route home, Cutler,” Damian said, opening the door.
The coachman nodded, but it was Alcock who spoke. “Down to the Strand and once around St James’ Park?”
Scarlett glanced at Damian and bestowed a look of love, lust and a lifetime of longing. “Three times around the park.”
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