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Chapter one

Groaning he rolled over expecting to find his wife lying beside him only to come up empty, with cold sheets. Raising his head he glanced around their bedroom, before his eyes landed on the closed bathroom door. A lazy grin spread across his face, as he rose from their bed and padded towards the door. He didn't even bother to knock he just flung the door wide and again he was met with nothing, but towels and a cold shower.

To say he was getting frustrated was an understatement. Pulling on his boxers he trudged downstairs in search of his elusive wife. Rounding the corner he came to a halt hearing the voices coming from the kitchen.

"Penelope Morgan why didn't you wake me," Derek exclaimed passing through the living room towards the kitchen.

"Woo there Hot stuff your half naked body is for my eyes only, so come no farther," Penelope returned a grin spreading across her face as she went to meet her husband half way.

"I should spank your little ass for making me wake up without you beside me woman. Now tell me why exactly I can't come into my own damn kitchen?" he said, grabbing her around the waist pulling her body flush against his letting her feel what she missed out on.

"Because handsome," she began drawing invisible patterns on his chest, while trying to look innocent instead of turned on, "we have company. So I suggest you turn that tight ass of yours around and go put some clothes on."

A deep growl came from him as he claimed her lips in a heated kiss, running his hands along her sides. One loosing it's self in her hair while the other cupped her breast, pinching the nipple and drawing a deep moan from his wife.

"Next time let me know, so I can have my way with you first," he returned, moving away from her stunned form.

'Damn that man can leave me breathless,' Penelope thought as she watched him walk away his toned butt flexing with every step. If only they didn't have company she'd run after him and finish their little heated session proper before heading to work.

Shaking herself from those erotic thoughts she turned back towards the kitchen were JJ was waiting.

"Some morning hu?" JJ asked a mischievous smile forming on her lips.

"You're just lucky you didn't show up ten minutes later or you would have been getting a good show," Penelope answered taking a sip of her coffee.

"Something I'm glad I didn't risk," JJ laughed watching Penelope closely. "You know you can't take what Rossi said seriously. He's had, what three failed marriages what does he know about love anyway."

A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she glanced around making sure Derek wouldn't hear her. "I know Jayje, but I can't help but think he may have some valid point. I mean I wonder if the passion will go out of our marriage and we'll end up hating each other or worst we'll be best of friends with no sex life," she answered a fake happy smile on her face.

"You can't think like that Pen. Derek isn't Rossi."

"Thank God for that," Pen put in making JJ laugh.

"Seriously though there is and will always be a lot of passion between the two of you. I mean you managed to keep that fire going for five years before finally giving into each other. I just don't see it ending anytime soon as nauseating as that sounds."

"Hey I resent that Jennifer Helen," Penelope pouted, her bottom lips sticking out.

Neither had seen nor heard Derek, who had came back to see what time they'd be leaving and had heard the whole conversation, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he left to get a shower and dressed.

An half an hour later Derek walked back into the kitchen finding Penelope standing in front of the window staring out at the morning sun light. Slowly and silently he walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her back against him.

"Why was JJ here so early?" he asked nuzzling her neck his beard gently scrapping the tender flesh of her neck.

"Hummm," she hummed trying to get her mind to work especially when she felt his right hand starting to dip a little lower to rest just below her breast, the nipple already taut with anticipation.

"JJ," he offered as a way to get her to answer, though he knew her mind was on him and not trying to form any kind of answer.

He loved her this way her mind shut off and all her thoughts were focused on him only. Slowly he inched his left hand down inching up her flower print skirt just enough so he could slip his hand underneath the fabric and touch bare skin. She felt so warm and inviting he was having his own trouble keeping coherent thoughts running though his mind.

Her voice finally spoke, sounding distant and weak as his hands traced an unhurried pattern on her thigh, "She just needed to talk about Will is all. Seems they had a fight this morning and she needed some girl advice."

"And she couldn't use the phone? She interrupted my morning plans," he growled his fingers at the edge of her panties running the length of the scrap of material before pulling it down and plunging two fingers inside her warm wet heat.

"Derek," she voiced breathless trying to keep herself standing up right.

"Yes baby girl," he answered a smug smile lighting his features.

"Oh God don't stop," she breathed grinding her hips against his hand.

She only barely register that his right hand had snaked under her low cut black shirt to cup her lace clad breast in his palm squeezing, messaging and pinching the soft mound in his hand.

"Wasn't planning on it Goddess," her returned bucking his hips against her ass letting her feel just what her moans and whimpers were doing to him.

However, before he could finish what he'd started, his phone started to vibrate. She grabbed the hand covering her breast, keeping it trapped there.

"Don't you dare leave me like this Derek Matthew Morgan," she whispered, grinding her hips again drawing a deep groan from his lips.

"Sorry sugar, but work calls," he replied pulling his fingers away watching as she turned to glair at him.

He couldn't help himself, as he brought those same fingers to his lips and licked off her essence enjoying the way she squired in front of him. He never could get enough of her. He doubted one life time would be enough.

"Your just plan mean hot stuff," she huffed walking away from him, her hips swaying as she went for her purse and bag.

"No more than you are sweetness," he replied to himself, trying to get his body under control, but it was damn hard when she only stood a few feet away from him. Dressed to damn sexy for her own good, if only work hadn't called he'd gladly pick her up and have his wicked way with her on the counter top of their kitchen.

The car ride to work that morning was in silence Penelope still trying to get her throbbing body to cool off as she kept her eyes glued to the scenery out the window instead of the hot piece of man meat that sat beside her.

Half way though the drive she felt his hand come to rest on her knee, but she slapped it away knowing how his mind worked. He tried a few more times before they finally pulled into the parking garage and he pulled her into his arms, tracing her lips with his tongue before plunging into the sweet well of her mouth. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck pulling him with her as she tried to recline against the passenger side door.

Pulling back slightly, his breath coasting over her kiss swollen lips, "We have to go in Pen."

"I know," she responded giving him a quick peck before releasing him and watching as he jumped out of the SUV and hurried over to her side, "ever the gentleman. And they say chivalry is dead."

He just grinned at her and tugged her out of the truck and into his arms, "If I didn't help my lady I couldn't do this," he responded lowering his lips to hers again in another soul scorching kiss.

"Keep that up hot stuff I may just have to keep you," she said, as they pulled away and started for the elevators, once she had her things.

"Then I plan on doing it more often," he returned passing an arm around her waist.

Two hours later, Derek stood in her doorway watching her fingers fly over the key broad at almost a dizzying pace. He loved watching her when she didn't know he was there she seemed almost relaxed, and at peace even sitting in front of that computer screen filled with horrors no one should have to see.

"Wheel's up in an hour sugar lips you ready," she voice surprised him.

"Not quite," he answered as he entered her lair, and closed and locked the door.

"Derek, what…" was all she could get out before he pulled her up and placed his lips over hers.

He knew this would be risky they were at work, but he couldn't help himself he just had to have a taste of her before he left for who knows how long. Slipping his hand beneath the hem of her skirt, his questing fingers wasted no time finding her wet center as their tongues dueled for dominance over the other. Her hands danced over the bulge in his slacks before pulling the zipper down and reaching inside grabbing his hard length in her cool hands.

He pulled his lips away with a hiss in pleasure, "Damn woman those hands of yours are deadly weapons."

"Only you would know lover," she responded then squeaked as he grabbed her around the waist and pushed her again her office door.

Removing her hand from him, he zipped himself back up, staring into her confused eyes, "For you my lovely Goddess," he answered the unspoken question in her eyes, before he dropped to his knees lifting her skirt.

She grabbed the fabric as his hands smoothed over her thigh's, down her soft legs, before pressing his mouth to her inner thigh with wet open mouth kisses making her writhe above him. He took hold of the waist band of her panties pulling the offending garment off her body, and lifting her left leg throwing it over his shoulder.

Burying one thick finger inside her wet heat, he looked up at his wife seeing her head tossed back, biting her full bottom lip to keep from crying out. This was another look he loved to see on his wife's face, one of total abandonment and pleasure one that only he could give her. It filled him with a lustful pride to watch her thrash around, knowing that he was and would always be the only one.

Adding a second finger, he started to apply light pressure to her swollen clit. Hearing a low half groan, half moan escape her lips, made him feel all the more powerful. Slowly he blow over her wet flesh enjoying the shiver that coursed through her body, before replacing his fingers with his lips, as her hips bucked up wanting more from him, from his mouth, his hands, his everything. Her own hands came down to press again the back of his bald head keeping him where she wanted him at that moment.

A loud knock broke the silent office, making Penelope squeal out in surprise and damn near jump into Derek's arms.

"Pen, Derek we got to leave early, there's another body," Emily's light voice called from the other side of the door.

"Give us a minute," Derek replied standing painfully, oh it would be a long flight to Florida.

"Oh, no, no, no, you are not leaving me like this again mister you finish what you started or there will be hell to pay."

"Then there will be hell to pay honey I got to go," he responded grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against him, kissing her for all he's worth, before scooping up her discarded underwear and pocketing them.

"Hey," she exclaimed indigenously.

"For later baby girl," he winked and he was gone leaving his wife standing there flush from his touch's and wanting him in the worst way