"To Paris"
"Johnny," Lord Coulson whispered, pressed bodily against the Earl of Storm, "I am begging you to look beyond the dangers, and instead conceive the pleasures, concede your desires, and cast aside propriety in favour of running away with me to Paris, where our love would not have us arrested."
The Earl of Storm said nothing; he drew Lord Coulson into his strong arms, surrounding him with undeniable warmth, and kissed him for what felt like days, before forcing himself to retreat.
"I should hope that I am no coward, having defeated Baron von Doom in mortal combat," he said, somewhat breathlessly, "and so I shall run away with you, Phillip."
And this is why I'm writing a Mills and Boon novel. Sigh. I shouldn't be allowed to write regency romances…
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