Chapter 13

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They never made it to Derek's place.

The two of them sprawled on the floor, slept for awhile, then wandered their naked bodies into the kitchen. Penelope had very little in her refrigerator, due to being sick most of the week and having zilch energy for grocery shopping. She opened her freezer and removed two frozen meals.

"Chicken Teriyaki stir fry or Chicken Fried Rice?"

Derek scrunched his nose up. "Lean Cuisine?"

She scowled. "What's wrong with Lean Cuisine?"

"Nothing, if you're a bird," he retorted flatly. "I just had one hell of a workout I intend on repeating soon. I need meat."

She snickered and picked up her phone. "Will pizza do, oh caveman?"

He beat his chest. "Me say pizza with extra pepperoni."

Rolling her eyes, she called Angelo's for delivery, and ended up ordering a large pizza and Buffalo wings. They chatted amicably while they waited for the delivery guy to came over, discussing work, life things, home repairs, and all sorts of other things.

To her surprise, they didn't discuss the next positions.

Forty minutes later, the delivery guy buzzed her house. Penelope looked for her skirt and shirt, but Derek had already tugged on his pants and ran out the door barefoot. A moment later, he returned, bearing pizza, wings, and a massive smile.

"You don't have to pay, you know," she said, taking the wings from the top of the pizza box.

"I can treat my goddess if I feel like it," he retorted with a smug grin. He opened the box, lifted a slice, and took a huge bite. "Consider it an offering on your altar."

She shook her head. "Sorry, Baby Boy. I only take diamonds and rubies."

He cocked a brow at her. "Is that so?"

"Mmm hmm. I require expensive upkeep," she purred, her voice low and sexy. "I'm accustomed to luxury."

He put the pizza down and pulled her into his arms, giving her a quick kiss. "I'll empty my bank account. You'd be worth it."

She was going to laugh, but managed only a giggle. Something in his eyes, in the way he'd responded to her, made her seriously believe he'd meant it.

Then that intense look left, and he smiled again, like he always did, and handed her a slice of pizza. "Eat, woman. You need your energy. If I'm going to be a broke, happy man, you need to earn that upkeep fee."

This time, she laughed. "Sometimes you're such a tool."

"Quit talking about my tool, sweetheart, and eat."

She rolled her eyes, slapped his arm and picked up her slice.

After eating all the pizza and wings, they'd made their way to Penelope's bedroom.

"Ready?" he asked, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. His jeans went downward; at the same time, the corners of his mouth (Along with another important part of his anatomy!) sprang upward.

Penelope looked down at his burgeoning erection. He was obviously ready for the next position, but she wasn't. She was so full, she couldn't possibly imagine doing some pretzel-twisty, contortionist's wet dream. She'd probably toss her cookies!

She decided to tell him that, straight out. "I ate too much. Didn't you?"

He'd eaten over twice as much as she had; he ought to be full!

"Not at all," he said. He pulled her into his arms and gave her another kiss, this one soft and tender. "But I can wait. Let's just watch some TV then."

She grinned. "Ah, simply vegetating sounds good."

The two of them crawled into the bed together, watching the only thing on, an ancient sitcom, resting and laughing. During commercial breaks, which were numerous, he gave her hot little kisses that lit her on fire and made her happy. By the end of the second half hour show, she'd started kissing him back hungrily, holding him closer with her arm and her leg looped on him. Her pizza must've been digested enough, because she was ready to throw him on his back and take him. Now.

Derek reached his arms around her and tugged her on top of him. He threaded his fingers in her hair, and cupped her face. "I think we're ready for the frog."

She looked at him questioningly, but was willing to try anything at this point. No matter what they did, it rocked her world, so it wasn't an issue with her.

They made love.

Afterward, he rolled to her side and tucked her against him.

"I think," he stopped to pant, then continued, "I think we're only going to get three in today, angel."

She would've laughed, if she had the energy to do so. Minutes later, she was sleeping.

The next day at work, Penelope was still moseying with her bowlegged waddle. She was definitely sore. Pleased as punch, damned satisfied, but sore. They'd overdone it. They were highly athletic and insatiable together, managing to squeeze in one more "traditional" sex act this morning before work. Now even Derek looked sore; he was favoring his right knee a little bit.

To make matters worse, David Rossi had taken one look at the two of them when they'd walked into the meeting and burst out laughing, so badly, he'd had tears running down his swarthy Italian face. From the devilish twinkle in his eyes, it was obvious he'd know exactly what their issue was.

Immediately after, Emily had stopped by, giving her a sarcastic grin. "Good God. I knew once it happened, once you two finally hit the sheets, you'd tear it up, but don't you think this is kind of ridiculous? You can barely walk!"

After telling Emily to go hang, Penelope decided there was some truth in what she'd said. This, indeed, needed to be a weekend only thing. They were having too much fun, having an overabundance and overindulgence of sex. All of the positions were a raging success; the two of them were ready to burn the bed up with the things they did. So much so, they'd exhausted each other. Yet neither one was willing to give in and call it a night, so she knew she needed to be the voice of reason.

"Hey, pumpkin," Derek said, walking into her office a few hours later.

"Hiya, Hot Stuff. I'm glad you stopped in." She looked up at him with a nervous smile, not exactly sure how to approach her idea. "Shut the door. I have to talk to you."

He did as she bid, then took a seat on the corner of her desk and crossed his arms, his papers rustling. "Sure, baby. What's up?"

She gave him a crooked grin. "I think maybe we need to do this less."

"Do what less?" he asked, rather obtusely in her book.

"Have sex," she answered, trying hard not to color up. "I mean, you and I shouldn't be having sex so often."

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking surprised. "I don't. I think we're doing a damned good job at it. You really want to cool it off?"

"Yes, D," she said matter-of-factly. "I think we need to see each other weekends only and take a break from each other during the weeknights."

"Why?"

She blushed. "Well, you saw the way Rossi looked at us and laughed, and...well, I am sore, and your knee..."

"My knee is fine,"he snapped. "And I don't give a damn what anyone else has to say. Why do you?"

"Honey, please," she said, rolling her eyes."I need a break. It's getting to be too much. Only weekends. That's all."

Derek looked away for a second at the papers he was holding, then looked back up at her, his expression inscrutable. "Okay, princess. I understand."

She smiled back at him with a sardonic grin. "At least this way, you'll get some sleep now and we can get other stuff done, too."

He shrugged and stood back up. "I wasn't complaining, but you want. Have it your way."

And he left the office without a backward glance.

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