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Chapter three

Two day's later the team trudged home tried and in much need of sleep, good food and the arms of those they loved. Quietly they moved towards their respective desks and offices wanting to get the daunting paperwork finished as quickly as possible.

Standing at his office doorway Derek smiled at the picture his wife painted standing behind his desk a pale pink low cut shirt hugging her every curve, a simple flower print knee length skirt completed the outfit, her feet were fitted with a pair a strappy sandals affording him a view of her freshly painted hot pink toes. Slowly he traced his eyes back up her body stopping only a bare minute on those lushes' breasts of hers before continuing up to her face a smug self satisfying smirk graced her angel face. Unwillingly his cock started to harden and lengthen in his jeans at that wanton look.

"Baby girl?" he questioned cocking an eyebrow trying to not let her see what she did to him.

Too late, as she glaze drifted over his body scorching every place those wonderfully warm eyes stopped. When they settled on the fly of his jeans he had to stop himself from squirming on the spot not wanting to give her the upper hand. He still had his pay back to deliver.

"Handsome," she retorted slowly making her way towards him.

Taking a deep breath as she approached he tried to not let on how much her proximity affected him. When near enough she reached out and placed on light pink nail against his chest drawing it around in tight little circles tracing a pattern that only she knew the design to.

"Goddess don't get any ideas in that beautiful head of yours," he gulped when said finger traced a path down his body stopping at the button of his fly his skin all ready over heated by her proximity .

"Oh sugar you don't want to know what's going on in this head of mind right now. I think you'd actually blush a few shades of red at my thoughts," she breathed leaning in close giving him a spectacle view of her cleavage.

Tapping the button behind her finger, Penelope started to move away, walking around him keeping that same finger on the waist band trailing it all the way around, until she stood behind him.

Placing her hands flat against his back she smoothed out the muscles while bringing her lips to his ear, "Do you have any idea how much I want to take you right this minute. Rip those damn clothes off your hard sexy body and sink down on you riding you for all your worth."

"Pen," he breathed feeling his manhood grow with every word that left those plump pink lips. "Don't you dare woman."

"Don't what husband of mine," she answered one hand trailing its way slowly to the front of his body coming to rest again on the button of his fly.

He covered her hand, bring it to his lips, trying to distract her from the mission she seemed hell bent on completing. So with an evil smirk he decided a little pay back was in order. Turning said hand face up he placed a kiss to the palm before drawing his tongue up the length of her fingers feeling her shiver, power filling his body.

"You know what I can do with my tongue sweetness, you sure you want to mess with fire?" he asked running that same tongue between her fingers tasting chocolate beneath his lips. "And you've been very naughty had a piece of chocolate this afternoon didn't you. Letting it melt all over your hand. I can just picture those wonderfully soft lips licking," he placed a warm lick to her palm, "all the chocolate off," he took a finger into the warm cavern of his mouth, "sucking every last drop off," he gave her a gentle suck before releasing.

"Derek," she shuttered, warmth spreading through her body as her panties became damp just from his mouth alone.

"Busy princess," he replied, tracing a path of kisses over her hand then up her arm turning as he went. "Hello Penelope," he drawled, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body, before lowering his lips to hers in a heated, tongue tangling kiss.

Her own hands cupped the back of his head pressing into his mouth furiously wanting to devour the man in her arms. She'd missed him so much the sexy little phone call at the first of the case did nothing but over heat her body leaving her aching for her chocolate God of thunder. Sucking his bottom lips between her teeth she nibbled and licked drawing a deep growl from his lips.

Slowly he pushed her back until her ass rested on the edge of his desk, he'd kicked the door closed behind him, wishing they were at home at the moment as he ground into her warm wet center. His erection begging for a release, one that she could bring him to with just her voice as she proved to him two days ago. The memory of Hotch finding him still made him blush, even though that was something he rarely did. But he couldn't help it or stop it he loved it thought the world rose and set in her eyes and she could do and would do things to him that no other woman had ever accomplished in his life.

Pulling back from that heated kiss gasping for air, and tried to pull away but found himself stuck to her with her arms wrapped firmly around his neck, her leg came up to run the length of his teasing his all ready straining manhood with the heat of her core, before she draped said leg over his hips grinding into him like some wanton woman.

"Damn baby you need to slow," he choked on the last words as her hands found the button and zipper of his jeans and made quick work of both.

"You were saying baby cakes," she replied innocently as her fingers grazed his erection behind his boxers.

She grinned evilly at his sharp intake of air and kept tracing light fingers all the way to his head running her index finger over the tip making his hips buck into her.

"Hey Mor…" Reid began pushing the door open, but stopped when his eyes rested on the sight before him, "I'm blind God save me," and he run full out away from his office.

Penelope just giggled making her body bounce and slide around his while Derek put his face in his palm shaking his head. He was brought back to reality when her fingers started to stroke him again drawing a throaty moan from deep within his chest.

"Pen," he warned, grabbed her hand and tugging it from his jeans.

She grinned wickedly and brought the same fingers that stroked him to her lips, placing the digits against her mouth before sucking them in letting him see her tongue swirl around the tips a look of utter bliss on her face.

"Don't make me punish you here woman," he ground out, angry bubbling to the surface, right along with the lust and passion. But knowing he couldn't do a damn thing about it made his already straining, begging for release erection to pulsate and lengthen all the more.

"Wont be punishment if I enjoy what you do to me hot stuff," she answered dropping her leg back to the ground and extricating herself from his arms.

She didn't get two steps from him, "Where do you think your going," he growled pulling her back against him.

She smiled to herself wiggling her hips against him. He clamped a hand around her waist stopping the movement he was so damn close again. But he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of making him come twice without her warm lips or heated center wrapped around him.

"Home my sexy husband I've finished all my paperwork and in need of a long hot soak in our tub."

The image of her naked and covered in bubbles made another deep groan wrench free from his lips as he put his head down on her shoulder.

"Hope I'm not interrupting something," JJ's voice sounded braking thought the hazy in his mind.

"Nothing at all gum drop. I was just leaving in fact," Penelope replied, turning to face her husband seeing the barely contend lust, want and angry in his passion darken eyes. "I'll," she placed a sweet chaste kiss to his lips, "see you at home lover," before turning away sashaying her hips as she walked away knowing that Derek was watching her every move.

"That's just plan mean Garcia leaving him like that," JJ said a smirk gracing her features.

"He started it. So what can I do for you kitten?" Penelope returned as they walked towards her office.

"Well my bridal party is coming up soon, I was wondering what the girls had planned."

"You know I can't tell you Jayje. It'll spoil the surprise," Penelope returned grabbing her purse and computer bag.

"Just no stripper. If Will found out," JJ said a pleading look on her face.

"Oh honey," Penelope laughed making sure that as she passed Derek's office he could hear her say, "a stripper is mandatory for this kind of thing, so yes we're getting one."

A few hours later Derek pulled into his parking spot in front of their apartment, he mind still running over her words. A stripper his baby girl wanted to watch some man she didn't know strip for money. The thought made his blood boil in his veins. But he knew he could trust her or could he. Entering their apartment, he spotted her lying on the couch arm propped holding her head up as she watched a movie.

"Bout time you came home," her voice rang out, yet she didn't bother moving from her place.

"Took longer than I thought," he answered, pulling his shirt off as he walked deeper into the room. "Whatch watching?"

"Dirty Dancing," she answered, grinning to herself.

He groaned, "I thought it was my Friday to pick the movie?"

She shrugged, "You got home to late I couldn't wait."

"Fine," he huffed stocking towards their bedroom not understand were her change in mood was coming from.

Thirty minutes later he came back dressed in nothing but sweat pants and sat in the far corner of the couch arms crossed over his chest. She glanced at him from behind her lashes, before rising up on her knees facing him.

"Hot stuff," she purred running a hand down his arm.

"Not in the mood Penelope," he answered shrugging the hand on his arm off.

"Fine," she pouted, reiterating his word from early.

The scene on TV was starting to steam up Patrick Swayze's character and Jennifer Grey's were starting to make love that always turned her on. So she glanced back at her husband if he wasn't going to play fair neither would she.

Slowly she slipped her hand beneath the waist band of her pajama shorts and panties, dipping her fingers into her moist core, running the length of her lips eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. She threw her head back as she spread her legs just a faction wider to get better access. She risked a quick glance over at Derek seeing him try to avoid looking at her proper, but catching his eyes peeking at her.

He couldn't believe it the damn little tease was sitting there pleasuring herself in front of him and for the second time that night he felt his pants grow tighter even though the sweat pants hung loose around his waist. Well two could play at this game, his thought resting his hand on his thigh before diving under the soft cotton fabric.

When a deep groan came from the other side of the couch Penelope's head whipped around to stare at her husband. She could see the tent popped up in his sweats, the thought caused her center to pulse with heat. She watched as his right hand slide inside stroking the hard length she wanted buried deep inside her. Her eyes flew to his face, a self satisfying grin spread across his lips. He wanted to play dirty so could she. Sitting forwards feeling his eyes watching her every move, she pulled her hand free from her bottoms to run he length of her shirt before pulling the garment over her head flinging it across the room, before sitting back.

She enjoyed how his eyes, flared with heat and darken with desire. She ran a hand over her breasts making the all ready harden peaks strain again her palm. She wished that the hands running over her body were his instead. Granted she could get herself off, but not like Derek could. The first touch of his warm mouth on her over heated skin always sent her into a tail spin.

Derek's eyes damn near popped out of his head, when she took her shirt off, but then she started tugging and massaging her breasts working herself into a frenzy it took all this control not to pull her body beneath his and slam into her hot, tight center pumping her of all he's worth. But he stayed focused on the task, she deserved to be punished for her earlier cheek and the steamy phone call. Therefore he upped the heat in the room by pulling his pants off sitting there in just his boxers, a tent city clearly formed under the thin cotton fabric.

"Oh Derek yes," she breathed her fingers finding her center again, swirling around her clit, before pressing just a fraction of pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Damn woman," he exclaimed taking his manhood in his hands in a long stroke just to drive the woman next to him crazy.

He wanted to play she could honor that and without much pretense she stripped the last of her clothes off and went to sit in front of him on the coffee table, legs spread open, so he could see her dripping core, to see what he did to her and only him.

His eyes couldn't pull away from her lush body. He took in every last inch from her alabaster skin, to her rosy tipped nipples begging to be licked and sucked. His eyes settled on hers seeing the heat and passion burning in her darken eyes. He watched memorized as her fingers traced down her body stopping to tug at her nipples, running a finger around the taut peak, before working lower dipping a finger inside her dripping entrance spreading her lips for him to watch her play with the bundle of nerves.

His own body was tense and ridged with need. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name and came all over his cock, clinching him and milking him for all he had. His control started to slip again and he reached for the waist band of his boxers pulling the garment off his body and starting to stroke himself again imaging it was her hands running the length of his hard silk flesh.

"Derek please," she begged her fingers working faster inside her wanting that sweet release only he could give.

"Not this time Goddess you have to beg for it," he replied, grasping his manhood just a bit tighter. Her words affecting him just as such as his own hand was.

He looked up seeing the need in her eyes and a surge of male pride ran thought his body. He loved seeing his wife like this so wanton and free her fingers buried deep inside while the other hand massaged and tweaked the nipples of her lush breasts. He could feel the tremors start to shake his body making his eyes close in pleasure. Only to have them slam back open when he felt Penelope's body climb over him and sink down on his erection.

"Took you long…" his words were swept away by her lips crashing down on his in a punishing kiss.

She rode him hard and fast not giving him an inch or a chance to catch his breath. His hands came up cupping her bouncing breasts in his large callused hands toying with the nipples until her head fell back and a scream of pleasure vacated her lips. He trailed one hand to were their bodies joined fingering her clit in time with every thrust he shoved into her hot body.

Before to long her walls tighten around him clamping him in place as her orgasm hit full force, a few hard deep thrusts later he followed her into bliss.

"That was."

"Hot," she finished for him giggling her breasts bouncing in his face.

His tongue shot out to capture a taut dark nipple into his mouth sucking deeply. Her head fell back again as he wrapped his lips around her other breast, his hands running the length of her thighs igniting a deeper fire in her body.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded his hands sliding to her bottom setting her more secure on his hips still seated deep within her body.

"It's going to be a long night," she breathed holding his head to her body as they made their way to the bedroom.