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trailed his lips and the tip of his tongue along her jaw and down to her neck. Penelope could hear her heartbeat pulsing in her head, and the sound of their heavy breathing was like music to her ears.
    “Oh God, Jack. I-I don’t usually do this,” a breathless Penelope whispered.
    “Shh,” he whispered. “I know.”
    It took them almost ten minutes just to get to Jack’s apartment door. Penelope found she’d drunk a little more than she had initially thought. Or maybe it was the combination of the kisses and the drinks that had her on cloud nine. It took them a long time to get the key into the keyhole, distracted by kisses and earlobes that just needed biting, and then they stumbled into the apartment. Once inside, Jack turned on the light.
    Penelope looked around the apartment. It was surprisingly clean for a bachelor pad. Her eyes rested on Jack as he placed the keys on the coffee table, his gaze never leaving hers.
    “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    A tiny smile adorned his face. “You probably won’t believe me, but I don’t think I’ve brought anyone here before.”
    Penelope nervously laughed. “You’re not going to chop me up into little pieces now are you?”
    “No, I’m not. Not before I give you a drink at least.” He chuckled, walking over to his minibar. Penelope was suddenly hit with a wave of self-consciousness. A drink might just be the boost of confidence she needed. She wasn’t a big drinker, but tonight she was going to need all the confidence she could get. And if that meant drinking, then by God she would get shitfaced. She watched as he poured amber liquid from a decanter into two glasses with ice.
    “Take one,” he offered as he put the glass decanter away.
    “Thank you,” Penelope replied, taking the glass. She waited for Jack to take the first sip before she sipped from hers. She pointedly stared at everything in the room, avoiding Jack’s gaze.
    He began to chuckle. “Why so nervous now? You were enthusiastic about this just a few minutes ago.”
    “I’m a virgin in all aspects of the word except for one.” Crap, there was the word vomit. Penelope glared at the alcoholic beverage in her hand. Stupid alcohol.
    “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “Well, it’s not like I haven’t had an... orgasm .” She whispered the word as if there were someone other than the two of them in the apartment.
    Jack looked at her. “Masturbation is a normal part of human life,” he responded slowly, his gaze so intense she thought she was in danger of bursting into flames. “If you’d rather not do this, I could take you home.” He sounded a little hesitant.
    “You’re too drunk to drive,” Penelope slurred.
    “A taxi. Whatever.”
    Penelope looked at Jack for what felt like forever and quickly gulped down the drink that was in her hand, letting it give her the boost of courage she needed. “Let’s go to bed, Jack.”
    * * *
    J ack’s heartbeat went into overdrive, and his cock pulsed. He was surprised he’d even had the chivalry to suggest he would take her home if she wasn’t ready. He was as hard as he could be inside his jeans. He’d gotten a fucking hard-on the moment Penelope had suggested he sleep with her. He was still coming to terms with it himself. Maybe it had to do with the curve of her ass, or the look of unadulterated lust in her eyes. There was something about Penelope he found intriguing. Her innocence, maybe? That hidden confidence that took a bit of digging to release from the deepest part of her personality. God, he wanted her against his better judgment; he wanted her in his bed. She stood before him, looking as skittish as a deer. Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her. He immediately felt her respond and heard her glass fall onto the carpet.
    Their breathing came in sharp bursts. Jack led Penelope through the small hallway leading to his bedroom. He walked her toward his bed until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the mattress,