Pursuing Penelope – Incognito #9

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Pulled from the raging inferno of Incognito, the recently widowed Penelope Schwartz has hit rock bottom and is the prime suspect in the arson. Worse, her past has come back to haunt her. When the firefighters who rescued her show up at her house, all she can do is cling to them and revel in their tender care.

Joseph and Blake believe in her innocence and offer a gentle dominance that nurtures her lonely heart. But can this inexperienced, natural submissive gain their love forever, or are they like the other men in her past who’ve wanted to own her?


“Five years ago,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, answering Blake’s curious question about when she’d last had sex.

She didn’t seem surprised by her answer, but he damn sure was. Blake met Joe’s eyes over the top of Penelope’s head and saw the need—the hunger—in his best friend’s face, which had to mirror his own.

Five years without a man. Half a decade without her husband’s intimate touch. No wonder her body shook. Her excitement was so palpable—her arousal, unmasked.

She’d given them permission to take her. To use her. But he doubted she truly knew what they wanted long term. Was it too soon to tell her? Would she understand the depth of their need? He doubted it. But they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. For now, they’d give her a few orgasms and take care of her physical needs, even sate themselves in her beautiful body.

What would come beyond that? They’d have to wait and see.

Joe gave a slight nod, and Blake knew they shared the same thoughts. They’d known each other long enough to be able to read each other, especially when it came to women. Blake nodded in return, stepped back, and lifted Penny into his arms.

She gave a little yelp and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was such a tiny thing and weighed almost nothing.

“You’re sure you want us to touch you, to fuck you?” he asked, using that word on purpose. He didn’t want there to be any question about whether or not she understood what they intended to do. He carried her through the house to the stairs that would take them up to her lavish bedroom.

Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened.

“Is that what you want?” He stopped walking. If she’d misinterpreted anything they’d said…

Slowly, her mouth formed the word, and she whispered, “Fuck,” as if she’d never uttered such a filthy thing before.

Blake forced himself not to laugh. “Yes, darlin’. We want to fuck you. To sink our cocks into your tight little cunt and make you scream with ecstasy.”

Her face turned bright red, but she never broke eye contact. He had to give her credit for that.

“But not before,” Joe said, “we taste every part of you.”

She gasped. Then she did glance away, but only to look over his shoulder at Joe, who stood behind him.

Blake didn’t move. She had yet to answer the question.

“Are you sure it’s what you want?” he asked, drawing her gaze back to him. “Our mouths on your body? Our cocks inside you, fucking you hard, making you scream?”

Slowly, she nodded. Then she swallowed, hard. “Yes.” The word was little more than a whisper. “I want…all of that.”

Her little body vibrated in his arms. There was no denying she was aroused. He grinned. “You have to say it, darlin’. Say you want us to fuck you.”

She glanced at Joe then back at him. Her cheeks were so red he was surprised they didn’t burst into flames. But her eye contact was direct, and she showed no sign of fear or unease. Only excitement.

“I want you to…” Her voice started out strong, but dropped to a barely audible whisper. She leaned in close to his ear. “…fuck me.”

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