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done a pretty good job, she thought, avoiding the two devastatingly attractive men. When she shook hands with them after the meeting, felt her nipples peak and her slit leak, that had been her only option. Avoid them, avoid temptation.
    Joshua and Alex Benedict are not the men that have visited my dream-time sexual fantasies for the last six years .
    It didn’t matter how many times Penelope played that mantra through her mind. Her body wasn’t paying any attention to her. No, at this very moment, her hot little hormones were doing a happy dance up and down the outside of her pussy.
    “It’s not far to Susie’s place,” Alex said. “She’s taken over and remodeled an old ranch house at the north end of the original Benedict tract.”
    Penelope had been scrambling for some way to get her mind off her arousal and could have wept with joy over this conversational offering.
    “The original ranch that Sarah Benedict inherited from that blackguard, Tyrone Maddox?” she asked.

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    Alex’s eyes widened, and Josh said, “You know about our family history?”
    “Oh, yes. Your grandmother and mine were good friends for years, remember. After I went to live with my Grandma Wright, your Grandma Kate was a regular visitor. She told me such stories about your ancestors.” Penelope was on a roll. When Josh went to get behind the wheel of the vehicle and Alex stood with the front passenger door open for her, she got into the truck, then slid over to the middle of the large seat. Keep talking . “What a pleasure it was for me today to tour your museum while I waited to be called into the meeting. I felt as if I knew every one of the people whose portraits I viewed.”
    “So you do know about our family and our town?
    Our…traditions?” Alex’s breath fluttered her ear as he expanded on Josh’s question. His words were spoken in a tone Penelope could only describe as sexy.
    When had he moved so close to her? What in the name of all that was holy was she doing in the front seat of this truck, between these two extremely studly men, watching the lights of the town of Lusty fade away into the background?
    She looked at Alex, then over at Josh. Both men were looking at her as if they hadn’t eaten in a lifetime and she was a feast for their own personal consumption. The interior of the truck seemed to shrink, was suddenly impossibly small. Their masculine scent, raw and appetizing, went to her head faster than the most expensive champagne ever could.
    Her pussy cheered, and her brain began to short-circuit. She blinked, tried to remember the question Alex had just asked her at the same time she realized Josh had put the turn signal on and was slowing the vehicle, then pulling over to the side of the road.
    “Um…er…yes…Oh, God, what was the question?” Penelope wanted to cringe at the weak, whispery sound of her words.

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    “Perfect answer.” Alex’s words brushed her face seconds before his lips claimed hers.
    Lusty and luscious, wet and wild, Alex’s mouth covered hers. His flavor tantalized, hot and delicious. His tongue wooed hers, and then conquered it with motions at once seductive and dominating.
    Alex raised his head, eased back, and Penelope had one moment to blink and another moment to recognize the sensation of another arm coming around her, a gentle hand turning her head.
    Josh’s kiss was every bit as destroying as Alex’s had been, his flavor different yet just as potent. His tongue, bold and bodacious, penetrated her mouth again and again, and Penelope’s mind came to life just long enough to make her think of what else might soon penetrate her wet and willing self, again and again.
    She managed to break the kiss and throw herself against the seat back. Closing her eyes, she fought for breath. “This is a mistake,” she said.
    Both men inhaled then exhaled deeply.
    “You’re right. It is,” Alex said.
    It was?
    “Absolutely a mistake,” Josh