Chapter 18
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When Derek had mentioned she was going to spend the next weekend with him, she had kind of assumed she wouldn't be spending time with him during the week.
It appeared she was completely wrong.
After spending the majority of the weekend naked in his bed or in his underclothes—she found herself wearing his black boxers and oversized sweatshirt when they did leave the bed—she'd left him on Sunday, feeling like a very happy and satisfied woman. Regardless of how this entire thing turned out, she knew she'd made a really spectacular decision in seducing him.
Derek had made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. It wasn't just about the passion, although that was huge. In fact, after that first marathon session, they hadn't had sex again. Derek had refused, because she needed to recuperate. Instead, they'd played games, watched movies, and had done the sort of things they had always done together. In fact, she would've thought that it was no different from before, if not for the multitude of scorching kisses she received from him.
No one in the entire world kissed their friends like Derek kissed her.
So, Monday morning, she hadn't been too surprised when he had pulled her into his office and kissed the daylights out of her. With just enough tongue, heated pressure, and body contact, he'd finally stepped away and left her panting.
"See you after work?" he'd asked hopefully, his forehead resting against hers.
She'd merely nodded; she couldn't formulate words.
Before he'd left her, he had given her one more soft kiss, full of promise and that sweet something else that had been haunting her for days. That kiss had been just as devastating as the early, hot and horny kiss…maybe even more so.
That evening, he'd picked her up at her place, they'd gotten together and enjoyed dinner at one of their favorite hangouts—a sports bar with trivia machines and outstanding buffalo wings. They'd competed back and forth; she'd waxed his fanny in entertainment questions, and he'd waxed hers with sports. It was just like any other normal Monday night, except for the kiss at the end of the evening that had curled her toes and made her tremble.
"Tomorrow night?" he'd asked, that same, sweet, hopeful tone to his voice.
"Uh huh," she'd responded meekly.
Tuesday, he'd done the same exact thing: the sweeping kiss, the terrific dinner (Italian that time), and the hot yet tender kisses goodnight, before he'd sent her to bed, aching miserably for him.
So on Wednesday, she decided before she arrived at work that she was going to be the one to surprise him today. She searched him out, entered his office, and gave him a massive kiss that left him panting, before winking at him and leaving the office.
To her surprise and delight, he followed her, kissing her more inside her office, until they were clutching at each other, both groaning in want.
"We need to stop this," she whispered softly, curled into the soft spot just made for her under his chin.
"I know," he murmured wistfully, as if in agreement, but kissed her again anyway.
"You need to go home tonight, Derek," she said, looking away from him and biting her bottom lip.
He frowned, looking at her with a rather hurt expression on his face.
She smiled back at him, a teasing grin, and said, "Go home and pack a bag, because I am not letting you leave tonight."
His grin was radiant. "Yes, ma'am."
She trailed a finger on his chest. "You could've stayed Monday night and last night, too."
He grasped her wrist, brought that finger to his mouth, and kissed it. "I thought you might need some private time to do all that secret female stuff…I don't want to be one of those boyfriends that monopolize all of their girl's time."
He'd said that comment so casually; she knew he had no idea that he'd just made her heart skip a beat. Her boyfriend…Derek Morgan considered himself her boyfriend. She had to fight looking at him in absolute awe; it wasn't every day a girl like her caught a boy like him!
"I'll make us dinner," she said coolly, like it was an everyday occurrence for her heart to burst forth from her chest. She moved away from him slightly, as if it were business as usual. "What do you want?"
He closed the distance, kissed her palm, and then held it against his face. "You…just you…only you."
Her already swollen heart soared even more, and she could feel herself falling...falling...
She caressed his cheek. "Silly boy."
"It's not so silly," he said gruffly, covering her hand with his. "It's always been you."
She laughed—she'd said that comment to him before—until she noticed his eyes, the dark brown depths near black with emotion.
"Ummm…guys?" Reid said, popping his head around the corner. "Hotch is calling us to discuss some inventory things."
Penelope had tried to pull her hand away when he came in, but Derek wouldn't let her. Reid looked back and forth between them with a somewhat curious look.
"We'll be there in a minute," Derek said, giving Reid a look.
"Ahh…Gotcha," he said with a blush, and then backed away from the door.
"Poor Reid," Penelope said after he left. "That must've been a shock."
Derek harrumphed. "He needs to learn to knock."
She giggled.
He gave her a quick kiss, and then he put his arm around her and they headed to the meeting.
Later that evening, Derek was at her place, and they were sitting on the couch, side by side. Penelope needed to go through the orders she had and enter them into the computer before she could have fun and relax. That was no small task; Penelope was one hell of a saleswoman! To ease his boredom, Derek decided to go through the merchandise.
"Eleven hundred dollars from Prentiss' party alone," Penelope said, absolutely amazed. "She earns free merchandise for every ten dollars spent."
Derek arched a brow at her. "Box up a swing for her..."
"Oh sure," she said with a laugh, and then went back to totaling receipts."She'd love that!"
"How about this?" he asked, holding up a particularly huge dong nobody in their right mind would ever need.
She rolled her eyes, but found herself hiding a smile. "Stop that. I need to concentrate so I can be done."
He was, surprisingly, quiet for about ten minutes. She was a quarter of the way through the orders, before she heard him again.
"What about this, sugar?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
She looked up to find him holding the rabbit vibe she had first tried. He was quite a bit bigger than that one, but she hadn't known that when she'd started this.
He was holding it, looking at her with a heated expression. "Woman...can we play with this later on?"
She felt her cheeks heating and willed herself not to blush. That was what this was all about—her trying this stuff with him, experimenting, having fun.
And maybe more.
"Sure, Hot Stuff."
He was busy, digging into the bag, and she was half done, when he called out, "This is obvious."
She looked up to see him holding a hot pink penis ring with a large vibrating finger looking attachment at the top that would hit the clitoris in just the right spot on certain missionary strokes.
Clearing her throat, she murmured, "It is...umm...interesting."
He smirked back at her. "Interesting, hmmm?"
She willed herself not to shiver. "Well, it looks like it might also be uncomfortable for the wearer."
"Not really," he said, reaching into the bag and holding up one that had a spiky looking things all around it. "Now this...This looks uncomfortable!"
She burst out laughing. "Well, love bug, I won't make you wear either of those."
"Really?" He arched a brow at her, and then tossed it aside and shrugged. "Up to you..."
It took all of her concentration to pay attention to the orders. She refused to look at him; he was far too distracting. However, after he'd said that comment, like he was daring her, that was all she could think of. In her mind's eye, she was picturing him with the colorful ring on. From what she'd read, it was supposed to make an erection last longer, make it harder, and make his orgasm more intense. The more she thought about it, the more she believed it was a win-win situation. She didn't think that way most of the time, so—
Who was she kidding? Now she was thinking that way all the time!
She was less than three quarters done when she gave up the fight and looked over at him.
Derek was grinning at her. "Penelope Garcia, can you come out and play?"
In front of him was a blindfold, some cuffs, a little paddle...and that penis ring.
Screw the orders, she thought, as she shut the laptop and stood up. She'd enter them at lunch break tomorrow!
"Come on, stud...and bring your goodies."
Derek happily complied.