Rose turned to face him, her blue eyes dark with lust. She took his hand, and guided it to her cheek in a action that was almost intimate or tender, but she instead kissed her way down his body and looked up at him, before setting about the business of their mutual pleasures.

She was sure he would be exceptionally surprised at all the inventive ways in which Rose Hart, or rather Catherine Temple could think of to express herself physically, but she intended by the end of the evening for him to understand it intimately.

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