Duke with a Duchess (Wicked Dukes Society #5)

Sybil tipped the pitcher toward her sleeping husband’s head. A stream of cold, clear water poured forth, landing directly on the thick mahogany locks that were a great source of pride and vanity for him, splashing over his unfairly handsome face.

It wasn’t the confrontational moment she had initially envisioned when she had decided to attend the wicked house party he and his chums were presently holding at Wingfield Hall, but it was satisfying, nonetheless.

He sputtered and jolted awake, sitting up as water sluiced down, his bedclothes falling in his lap.

His chest was bare.