Only Scandal Will Do. Jenna Jaxon

      “Very good, my lord.” Anson gathered the scattered pieces of Duncan’s wardrobe and headed into the dressing room.

      Now clad only in linen drawers and stockings, he groaned at the memory of Lady Katarina’s seductive hips pressing against him during their struggle. His arousal returned, insistent as always when the vision of that luscious body rose before him. He cursed. If he didn’t find the woman soon, scandal would be the least of his worries.