AN: Thanks again for reading Undercover Club and giving the story a chance. Next one is more traditional KricketWilliams, and is coming soon to an inbox near you!...Here you go, per request… Again, this is a strong scene, the same advisories apply….

Epilogue #2

Derek Morgan was at the bar, getting a round of drinks for everyone back at the table. It was his turn to buy. He didn't mind; it felt good to get up and stretch his legs. He wanted to dance the entire evening, take his fiancée out for a spin on the dance floor, but she kept refusing him.

"You know I don't dance with you, Hot Stuff," she would say, with a coy little smile and an innocent blink of her eyes.

That was a lie. She was in a mood; Penelope was damned pissed at him. They were in Chicago for a wedding, visiting his relatives. She would smile when they were around, but the minute they left, she was icy again. He didn't know what the issue was; he really didn't give a fuck at the moment. He was starting to get just as pissed at her, and she should know that didn't bode well for her.

When he walked back to the table, he was surprised to see Penelope missing. His sister Sarah was standing there with Chuck, her husband, talking.

"Hey," he questioned. "Where's my Baby Girl?"

Chuck pointed over to the dance floor. Derek followed where he pointed and saw Penelope. She was dancing with his cousin Anthony, a slow sway to the music. As far as Derek could see, Anthony had his hands wandering where they shouldn't be and Penelope wasn't doing a damn thing about it.

That did it. He walked over, gripped her upper arm in his hand and dragged her down the hall of the reception area. He didn't say a word until they were out on the balcony.

"Explain yourself."

"I didn't do a damn thing wrong, mister," she said, her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "I can dance with whomever I want to."

"Not while you're engaged to me," he said blandly. "His hand was on your ass and you didn't knock it off."

"He's your cousin, Derek!" she said with exasperation. "I didn't want to cause a scene."

"Just because he's family does not mean I am going to share everything with him." He pulled her closer into his arms. "Not my fiancée, not ever."

Penelope shivered. Against her better judgment, a wash of wetness occurred between her legs. She couldn't help it; she liked when Derek talked about owning her. It made her feel secure, loved.

Then she thought about why she was mad at him in the first place.

"I didn't think you would," she replied, glaring at him. "Although you were having fun dancing with your cousins' dates."

"Is that what this is about? Retaliation because they asked me to dance?" He narrowed his eyes. "I didn't touch them."

"There were six of them, Derek," she spat, turning away from him. "Hard to turn them down. Almost as hard to choose who to dance with."

"There was no threat to you. I repeat: I never touched them. They never touched me. Unlike Anthony," he muttered, his eyes glittering black in the moonlight. "He touched what is mine. And what is mine, I keep."

Penelope shivered again at his tone. It reminded her so much of New York, of the want and need he had showed there. However, this was not the right place, or the right time, to be turned on. Huffing, she started for the door. "This is stupid. I'm going back in."

"Uh uh, sweetheart," he replied, scooping her up in his arms. He sat in a chair in a darkened corner, then tossed her across his lap, belly down.

"What are you doing?" she said, kicking her legs. He wasn't going to…not here… not...

"Teaching you a lesson," he growled, interrupting her thoughts, "so you remember who you belong to."

He'd never done this to her, although she wanted him to a few times. She heard it was a turn on, and she knew he was game for anything. Derek had replied, "When the moment is right," but she never knew what he meant by it.

Apparently, he thought this was the moment: in the middle of a wedding reception where his family was five hundred feet away!

She gasped in outrage. "Let me up! I didn't do a damn thing wrong. Besides, I belong to no one!"

"Oh, baby, you don't know how wrong you are," he retorted smoothly. "And believe me... You've earned this. Big time."

Penelope's body answered his threat with a shiver. Somehow the excitement, the fear and the edginess all equaled the anger she felt, and her body simply didn't know how to respond to it. She was shuddering, although she didn't know the exact reason why.

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