“The duke’s soaked buckskin breeches clung to his physique, outlining every well-defined muscle in his posterior and thighs. Heat flooded Charlene’s cheeks, keeping her warm despite the cold, wet gown. He was a front-page scandal, the picture of sin itself. His Disgrace, in skintight breeches and transparent linen, leading his flock of debutantes into the woods.”
