Rosalie stood up from the chaise, backing away from the marquee as he stood up as well. She needed to get away from him, to get him away from her. She moved toward the door of the drawing room, her fingers clamping around the door knob. "My Lord, I believe it's time you leave."
Arthur grabbed her by her shoulders, pinning  her against the door. "Not so fast my dear. Your stepmother told me you had a lovely mouth. A sweet and delicious mouth that could suck my cock."
Rosalie struggled against him, pushing him away. She didn't want to be here, at Vivian's home. She was wanting to be at Brittany Hall, or her cottage. With another slap to the Marquese cheek, she turned and ran out of the drawing room. Without a word to her stepmother, she rushed out of the house and took the first available carriage toward Brittany Hall.
***
Julian was staring at a pile of paperwork on his desk in front of him, his eyes burning with effort. Bloody documents, he thought. He didn't mind the work so much, but he hated what the papers contained. Numbers and ledgers often gave him a headache.
Benjamin poked his head into the room. "I'm sorry to disturb you your grace, but were you expecting Miss Blanchett today?"
Julian turned to look at his butler, the mention of Rosalie making his headache vanish. "No, at least not now. I was going to call on her this evening. Why?"
Benjamin. "I just saw a carriage pulling up to the house, and she has stepped out of it."
Julian was on his feet, his paperwork forgotten. "Thank you Benjamin." Moving past his butler, he made his way downstairs just as one of the female servants opened the door and Rosalie stepped inside the house.
Before Julian had any time to react, Rosalie flung herself into his arms, her lips colliding with his. His arms went around her, his lips crashing against hers. Picking her up, he carried her into the drawing room, closing the door behind him with his foot. He carried her over to the chaise, placing her gently onto it before pulling away and looking at her. "My goodness, this is quite the surprise."
Rosalie was panting, her cheeks bright pink. "I apologize your grace, I didn't mean to be so forward. I needed to see you, to be with you and not be in Vivian's home."
Julian took both of her hands into his, stroking her knuckles with his thumbs. "What happened? You seem flustered."
Rosalie composed herself enough to take a breath and look into his eyes. "Vivian had me meet another gentleman today."
Julian growled. "Again? Who was the lucky bastard this time?"
Rosalie's eyes lowered to their intertwine fingers, her tongue swiping across her lips. She swallowed hard. "Lord Arthur Benedict, the Marquis of Provence."
Julian tilted her chin up with his fingers so that their eyes met. "So the Marquis of Provence decided to pay you a visit."
Rosalie nodded. "Yes he did. And he is the most disgusting man I have ever met. He told me that Vivian informed him that I... I had a lovely mouth to suck his cock."
White hot rage cascaded through Julian, his eyes becoming dark at her words. "You mean to tell me that your stepmother told the Marquis that you could suck his cock?"
Rosalie. "Yes. But  I am not going to do any such thing, especially to him. There's only one gentleman who I wish to pleasure."
The anger and fury evaporated from Julian's body, replaced with a blazing fire. He leaned closer, his lips just inches away from hers. "Tell me who this gentleman is."
Rosalie's lips curled up into a smile, her eyes sparkling. "Your grace, you know exactly who I am referring to."
Julian brushed his lips against her neck, nipping at it gently. "I'm sure I do, but I would like you to tell me."
Rosalie moaned softly  with pleasure, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall back against the chaise. "You my sweet pussycat."
Julian purred against her skin, kissing it sweetly. "And you, my sweet vixen, are the only woman who I desire to pleasure. And I would like to pleasure you, after the masquerade tomorrow night."
Rosalie opened her eyes and smiled at him wickedly. "And just how do you plan to pleasure me tomorrow night your grace? With your hands, your mouth, or your body?"
By this point, Julian's lips had traveled down to her cleavage which was exposed by the sweetheart neckline of her teal casual gown. "I am going to  make love to every inch of your body with everything I have."
Rosalie purred softly. "I am very much looking forward to it. Because I plan to pleasure you the same way."
Julian. "I am looking forward to it. The question is, what type of animal do you plan to masquerade as tomorrow night?"
Rosalie brushed her lips against his neck. "That, my sweet pussycat, is a surprise."
Julian chuckled. "Then I believe I'll surprise you as well."
Rosalie smiled. "That sounds perfect."
Their lips came together for a deep and passionate kiss, their arms going around one another. Neither of them could wait for the following evening, the evening that pleasure would consume them for all eternity. However, little did they realize that someone was going to try and keep them apart. It was going to be an evening that they would never forget.