" As you command, Duchess,” he said, smirking. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he removed his jacket, tossing it onto the grass. His shirt was next, and he pulled it up and over his head, revealing his chest.
“Hold on,” she commanded, putting her hand out. “I want to look first before you’re all done.” She twirled her finger. “Turn around so I can see all of you.”
He grinned and began to turn, slowly, so she could see each and every part of his upper body. The firm curve of his biceps, the definition of the muscles on his chest, the intriguing indents lower down leading into his trousers.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“You’re gorgeous,” she replied. “And now the rest, please.”
“Didn’t I remind you not to say please?” he teased, his fingers going to the placket of his trousers.
“You did. Trousers!” she commanded, trying to keep herself stern and unsmiling, and failing utterly.
“Much better,” he said as his trousers dropped down to the ground. "

― Megan Frampton , My Fair Duchess (Dukes Behaving Badly, #5)