*Horace*
I return to my carriage, climb in, and sit with my arms folded during the short drive to my town house.
Once home, I nod to my butler, toss off my coat, and go up to my bedchamber. All the while, a desperate sensuality tears at me, buffeting me with images of Rapunzel’s luscious breasts, of the way her breath caught in her throat when I kissed her.
My man enters the room and asks whether, while I unclothe, I would be interested in reviewing the butler’s report regarding household expenditures, as is customary. I order a bath and then throw the fellow out; I have no wish to display an erection that shows little signs of softening.
Hell, it probably never will. I'll have this arousal at the altar. And what will follow that? What will I do then?
Throw my Luna into a carriage and
