Chapter 6
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Now she was pissed. Her temporary lover just walked his butt down the hall and went to bed without her, after turning her crank the majority of the evening. What was he thinking?
She scowled at the TV and shut it off. It was only nine o'clock. Since when did Derek Morgan go to bed at nine o'clock? Was he some sort of homebody when he was home now? That didn't seem like Derek at all.
She reached her hands up to massage her aching breasts. Her nipples actually hurt where they touched her bra, and he never even touched them. This was a deathly unfair advantage he had over her. She hoped he was stewing like he was this afternoon. Blue balls would only be fair, considering how she felt at this moment.
Penelope padded down the hallway to her bedroom. She looked in the drawer where she put her nightclothes she decided to bring for this rendezvous. Lots of pretty stuff that apparently was going to go to waste for a night. Things she had never even worn before.
She pulled out a long black negligee that was more lace than anything else. She was going to wear that one tonight. She thought about putting it away, since he probably wouldn't see it, but changed her mind.
She took off her clothes and pulled the sheer gown on. It was floor length with thicker straps and a sweetheart neckline. There was a deep cut on the side up to her thigh, showing her smooth legs. She frowned. Why did she even bother to shave at this rate?
She went into the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth and was still scowling when she was done. She pulled the comforter and sheets down on the bed, and sat down.
She stood back up. Fine. He didn't want to do anything tonight more than rub her and watch her breasts, that was fine with her. However, that didn't mean she wasn't going to let him sleep peacefully. He said she made him hard just being near her; she was going to do her job!
She slid on her black slides she had brought to match her negligee and walked down to Derek's bedroom. She stood outside the door, almost chickening out. Mustering up her courage, she knocked.
"Come in," came the deep voice from the other side.
She opened the door… and stopped in her tracks.
There, sitting on the edge of his bed was Morgan, wearing nothing but a smile.
Derek was grinning brighter internally than he was externally. He wished he had a camera to capture the expression on Penelope's face. It was a touch of miffed kitten, startled doe, and hot tiger.
Oh, this was worth the wait, he thought.
He stood up and walked towards her. Derek was extremely lucky that he was born completely shameless. He didn't think anything about being nude. Being nude was even more fun, especially when the woman of his dreams was staring so blatantly at him.
"I was wondering where you were at," he said, and her eyes shot back up to his face. The pink blush that covered her cheeks spread to cover the rest of her body so nicely.
"I…I-"
"What took you so long?" he said, finally standing right in front of her. His hands reached up to lay gently on her shoulders, his thumbs stroking her neck.
She shuddered. "Dear God."
"Derek will do," he said. He watched her with raised eyebrows. "Come now. You have to laugh. That's the oldest joke in the book."
She just took another deep breath and closed her eyes.
Derek smiled tenderly. He never would've guessed his motor mouth, born with sass baby girl would be speechless in this situation. It was damn flattering, and a little heart rending.
It showed him she didn't have much fun having sex. Making love should be fun, and sensual, and exciting. He vowed at that moment, he was going to show his baby girl how spectacularly fun making love could be.
With his hands he reached up to cup her face, and he gave her a gentle kiss. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's knock a ton of to do's off that list," he said, then smirked. "And make up a few new ones of our own."
They made love.
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