Chapter 7

AN: Thank you so much for the reviews, they were so fun to read!..As usual, I don't own the song, Prince does... I had more fun writing this chapter than you will EVER know; for some reason, I love writing a hot and bothered Derek!... Now, take one seriously aroused male, add one female who knows she's the object of that arousal... and you get this...

Warning: Sexual content

Derek sat back in the chair, looking at his very still best friend, as she seriously contemplated something. She was pondering something hard in her devilishly beautiful mind. He was in his skivvies, and still very aroused from dancing for her, but he felt comfortable enough to watch a show, and pretty damned certain she was going to do this. Pen never backed away from challenges.

He took another quick look at the mischievous look on her face. Now it was a given; it was indeed showtime. The light in her eyes proved it.

She padded over on her bare feet to his iPOD® deck. There, she opened her purse and started digging through it, obviously looking for something.

"It's here, somewhere," she muttered, as she removed a mirror, a lipstick, a tampon, and some other sort of compact. Her brows were furrowed, digging in the cavernous purse. He guessed that she was looking for her iPOD®.

"I probably have the perfect song for you, momma," he remarked, trying to be helpful. "No need to find yours."

"That's okay. I got it."

More digging.

"Baby," he said, noticing the shiver in her voice. He guessed that she was nervous, and wanted to relieve those nerves. "I listen to all sorts of music. I can help. How about You Can Leave Your Hat On?"

She looked up at him, rolled her eyes, and snorted. "Too cliche."

Taken aback, he blinked for a second, and then began to grin like a fool. That wasn't a shiver of nervousness; she was excited. She was looking for a particular song. She had a plan for him, and he started getting even more pumped up thinking about it.

He decided to play it cool. Sitting back again, he crossed his right ankle on his left knee and shrugged when she looked up at him. "Okay, sweetness. Your choice."

"Mmm hmm," she murmured, still digging, then pulled out her player. "Got it!"

He watched as she quickly scrolled through the songs, then plugged the player in the deck. "When I was little, my friends and I were into naughty songs and MTV. We would practice to be like the girls in the videos. Like Flashdance and Fame."

He nodded, chuckling. "My own little Pussycat Doll."

"Yeah. Something like that." She looked back at the player. "Anyway, this song... this one I still dance to, in my underwear, when no one is watching... but Derek?"

"What, angel?" he whispered, a thrill of excitement settling over him and into his groin at the tone of her voice.

"I want you to watch."

With those breathy words, and a heat and intensity Derek had never seen before in her eyes, she hit the play button on his machine.

Derek began to grin, as he thought, Oh, hell, yes! Have mercy...

She stood, her back to him, her arms above her head with her wrists crossed. A second later, some moaning began on the stereo. Derek didn't immediately recognize the song, but he was game for whatever it was. Then there was a screech that could only be his purple majesty, Prince.

She turned and began to swing her hips to the rhythmic drumbeat, her bountiful breasts bouncing to the beat.

Derek sat back, shaking his head as he chuckled a little. He never liked Prince, the man was downright weird…. And this? What a song!

His doubts lasted about ten seconds. Soon, he was hailing His Royal Purpleness, watching as Penelope strutted, shimmied, and shook it in front of him with the confidence of a practiced dancer, her breasts nearly coming out of her shirt.

Needless to say, he was no longer sitting back. Oh, no, he was an avid watcher. He sat forward on the edge of the couch, staring blatantly at her movements, each rolling undulation of her hips, each flick of her wrist.

You are fine... you're filthy cute and, baby, you know it...

She crossed her arms over her chest, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a tiny, pink lace bra that barely covered the nipples Derek so wanted to taste. He could see the shadows, the lovely rose blush to those peaks.

He groaned and had to adjust how he was sitting. He was hard before; now he was like granite and in absolute pain... but he loved every second of this and wouldn't change a thing.

Penelope ran her hands down her bare sides this time, then came up to cup her breasts, lifting them and running her thumbs over the peaks, her head tilted back. She brought her head back up, meeting his eyes, licking her lips as Prince sang:

Cream... get on top... cream... you will cop...

"Damn, girl," Derek groaned, nearly standing up to reach for her. Oh, yeah, he wanted to see her cream. He could give her some cream, too. Really quickly. Quicker than he wanted to. Most definitely.

She stepped quickly away from him, grinning naughtily, and shaking her head no. She shimmied out of her skirt next, revealing a hot pink thong that made Derek moan audibly. Turning back around, she took a seat on his lap, rocking her hips to the beat, arching her back, her heat making closer contact with his hardness with every pulsation of the music.

He reached for her hips, but she stood back up again, causing him to mutter an oath. This was torture. He was dying; he needed her, and he needed her now.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, the fall of her long red hair came forward, tickling his face. She pushed hard so that he was leaning back again. Tossing her hair back, she put a foot up on the couch, then slowly reached her arms behind her and unclasped her bra.

"Oh, fuck!" Derek began to sweat profusely. He'd never seen anything as sexy as Penelope was at that moment.

With a smirk far more telling than any smirk he'd ever done, she winked at him and slid her bra off, baring the most perfect pair of breasts Derek had ever seen in his life. Creamy white and pink, huge and round, they beckoned him like a lighthouse in a fog bank.

He didn't have time to contemplate or savor. One moment later, she knelt on both sides of his hips, and leaned back slowly, spreading her legs, pressing her thong-covered mound in closer contact with his hardness.

That was it. He was done. A man could only take so much, after all.

The song still had a few seconds on it, but he didn't give a damn. Holding onto her waist, he yanked her upright. His control had completely snapped. She'd teased him far past his breaking point. With a growl, he stood, scooping her up in his arms.

Her eyes were wide. "Derek, I-"

He didn't let her finish. Scowling, his mouth crashed down on hers, as he carried her down the hall towards his bedroom.