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Chapter six

Growing temptation

I know he'll be at the party tonight, he'll be lookin' so fine
He'll be surprised when I walk up and say
That man, I wanna make you glad you're alive

The day crawled by all too slowly for Penelope taste. Mostly keeping busy with up grades, and searches for other teams the whole time she couldn't get Derek's face out of her mind from this morning. He was ingrained like never before. A good memory she didn't ever want to loose.

"Knock, knock gorgeous it's rounding closin' time you ready to get your groove on," Derek stated from the door watching her back.

She turned a bright smile lighting her face, "Sorry sugar but mama's got to work tonight," she pouted trying hard now to show that she was faking it.

He stepped inside closing the door behind him, then turned back to her seeing her eyebrow raised in slight confusion by his action. "Privacy," he offered coming to tower over her.

"For what handsome?" she glanced up at him doe eyed unsure of his actions, but trilled to be alone with him none the less.

He shook his head, not saying a word, but grasped her shoulders and pulled her from the mesh computer chair and into his arms, breathing in the warm scent of vanilla and honeysuckle a combination he'd come to associate with her from the second he'd laid eyes on her, burying his face in her hair, lips grazing her neck, feeling her shiver from the contact.

"Derek," she tentatively started unsure of what his actions meant, "is everything ok?"

He grinned against her skin, "Everything just prefect baby girl," he responded laying a quick sweet kiss to her sensitive neck. "Now I just need to convince you to abandon your work for tonight and come out with me. Remember you promised to go that I'd be your wingman."

She had trouble forming two words to string together because the sensations he was sending through her body robbed her of speech. However, "I remember hot stuff, but…"

He pulled back slightly a full Morgan pout on display, "No buts woman."

She sighed, "I'll see if I can hurry things along," came her response trying to sound vexed and annoyed, but she really had other plans for tonight.

"That's my girl," he stated tapping her nose, but the look in his eyes told a different story all together.

She laughed, "Don't get your hopes up to high my chocolate Adonis I may have to back out," and to prove her point she backed out of his arms putting some distance between them now wanting to give away her feelings just, yet.

Her actions puzzled Derek, "Penelope don't make me come and get you."

"Oh a threat from the big bad FBI profiler, what ever will you do sir, hand cuff me and lead me away?" she purred turning away from him putting her hands behind her as if he was going to cuff her.

He stocked forward grasping her wrists in one large warm hand, pulling her body flush against his, "You'll have to misbehave to find out baby girl," he whispered into her ear. He knew he was playing with fire having her body pressed so close all he had to do was wrap his free arm around her waist clamping her in place and lower his head to her neck sampling to milky white flesh bared to his eyes. Oh he was sorely tempted to do just that, frat rules, his own damn code be damned.

"I'll have to misbehave more often then Agent Morgan," she purred leaning her head back onto his shoulder feeling his body heat through her clothes wanting nothing more than to turn around and take hold of that silk purple shirt and crush her lips to his. But she had other, bigger plans than that. She wanted him knowing full well that she was looking for one man and one man only. That what his manhunt was all about after all getting the man she craved and loved forever and not just a one night thang.

"You do that sugar mama and I'll have to keep you hand cuffed to me all the time."

"Not a bad prospect from my point of view lover. Getting to see you naked, showering with you, sleeping in the same bed with you, humm the possibilities are endless and oh so inviting."

He was glad to have worn a lose fitting pair of slacks today, but it didn't help to throbbing ache that her words had built up inside his body or the lust that colored his eyes almost black. He wanted her that was for sure, but wanting and having her was two different things. "Careful beautiful your mouth might cash checks your ass can't handle."

"Honey," she purred, twisting finally free from his grasp turning to face him laying a hand against his chest feeling the power and strength beneath the fabric, "I can so cash any check my mouth writes be totally certain of that."

Without warning his right hand snaked up into her soft red hair pulling her face close to his, breath ghosting over her lips, "You sure sweetness? You want," his eyes glanced down at those full pouty red lips, watching her wet them, "to test that theory."

'Yes hell yes, just shut up and kiss me all ready you crazy gorgeous man you,' Penelope thought her mouth suddenly stopped working and for that matter so had her brain.

"Well Goddess I'm waiting for an answer?"

"I'd," she cleaned her throat hoping he wouldn't pick on the quiver, "I'd be delighted to take you up on that oh so wonderful offer handsome."

"But," he dragged out that one word slowly, his lips grazing hers slowly. She teased him so damn much over the years, granted nothing to this extent, but still her words and actions drove him crazy with wanting her.

"She had work to get back to Morgan and for that matter so do you," came Rossi's deep voice.

They jumped apart looking as if they'd been shocked by electricity and guilty.

"Don't you knock," Morgan commanded turning to face the smirking older agent.

"Did no one answered so I thought Garcia was gone for the day. But then I tried to knob and found it unlocked and will here I am," he answered dark eyes twinkling with barely repressed mirth.

"Yes there you are oh wise one," Penelope stated hearing Morgan snort, she smacked his arm, "did you need something?"

Rossi grinned again, "Just seeing if you were coming out with us tonight, JJ requested I do so."

"Well tell my little love bunny that I will join you all as soon as I can."

He arched an eyebrow, "Don't tell me more requests?"

"Got it in one, they don't pay you the big bucks for nothing hu," she teased then looked at Derek, "now stud muffin you must leave, so I can finish my work."

"Under much protest I will leave. If," he drew her eyes towards him, "stay to long and not come to me I will come for you. That's a promise baby girl," he all but growled tweaking the end of her nose softly, before stocking out.

"You know," Rossi began once Derek was out of ear shot, "you need to put that poor boy out of his misery."

"I have a plan," she grinned turning from the older man, but not before he saw the mischievous gleam in her dark honey eyes.

"One I don't want to know about, but when the time comes for the wavier let me know and I'll" he smoothed his hands out in front of him, "defrost the ice queen for you."

"Thank you Rossi," Penelope responded genuinely.

"Not a problem Bella. Besides I like seeing her all riled up especially when there's nothing she can do about it," he grinned and left her to the work.

Two hours later Penelope put her babies to bed for the night, looked at her Snoopy watch seeing that it was barely pass six, a grin spread across her features. Pulling her phone from her skirt pocket she sent off a quick text to the girls informing them that she would indeed make it to there night out to give her an hour then another to Morgan.

Do save a dance 4 me hot stuff. I wouldn't want to have to erase some flimsy hussy 4 hitting on my man.

She waited for a few seconds, but when no reply came she grabbed her purse, lab top bag and rose from her chair. Hitting the lights and locking her door, before feeling the buzz of her cell.

It'd be the other way around mama. I'd have 2 pull the drooling dogs from u.

She chuckled, if only he knew how much she wished he'd be all hers forever. Shaking her head, she continued down the hallway, out into the quiet bull pen and through the glass doors.

"What took you so long sexy," came his smooth as velvet voice.

"Good God Derek you gave me a start," she clutched her chest.

"Sorry Penelope," he apologized sheepishly walking towards her.

"No harm no foul hot stuff," she answered letting her hand fall to her side. There was a look in his eye that she hadn't seen before something had changed in the last three hours since she seen him. "Something wrong Derek?"

He shook his head, "In fact everything's prefect well almost," he answered coming to a stop in front of her.

"Almost and that would mean what?"

"You'll have to wait and see Goddess," he stated cryptically, fingers snagging a lock of her fiery red hair between his fingers. "Have I told you lately how much I love you hair this color?"

"N…no not recently," curing herself for stuttering but she couldn't help it he was causing her stomach to flip flop inside her, butterflies beating their wings so fiercely that she was sure they'd brake free any minute, heart pounding with excitement and anticipation that she was sure he could hear.

"It's true Red delicious, so very true," he groaned lowering his hand his was torturing himself just as much as her. But after reviewing her actions, remakes and not so subtle hints he'd come to an understand of sorts one he was willing to test out.

"Glad you approve," she smiled, turning the tables as she rested one hand against his chest again feeling the muscles jump.

"You ready to get out of here?"

"You betch I am," she all but purred running her hand down his chest, turning away from him towards the elevators.

He took hold of said hand tugging her to a halt, a smile gracing his lips as he brought it to his lips and placed a soft kiss to the palm before starting forward making her keep instep with him as they entered the elevator. The door closed well he pulled her into his arms, tired of wanting, tried of dreamed about the one thing he couldn't have until now, even if she was on a manhunt he would try to get her to hunt him and only him for now on. Cause he damn sure was hunting her from now on.

He lowered his mouth to her ear, "I can't wait to get out on the dance floor."

"Really," she breathed, goose bumps forming on her skin at the contact.

"Yes, really, you wanted me to save you a dance," he reminded her.

"True but I'll have other offers," she stated coyly wanting to raise his heckles.

"Not if I can help it baby girl," he growled ghosting his lips over the sensitive outer shell.

She giggled, "And are you going to stop every man from asking me handsome?"

"Damn strait woman."

"You have no claim to me hot stuff, I'm a free woman," she answered arms wrapping around his neck.

He shivered at the contact sure she'd given him hugs before, but this, this was different a lovers embrace as he pulled back to stare down into her illuminated honey eyes. The urge to kiss her growing so strongly his will power to stop himself snapped, as he lowered his lips towards hers the elevator dinged signaling it was time to disembark.

He growled low in his throat while letting her go, growing tired of these distractions that let her get away from him.

They stepped out, quietly making their way to their cars.

At hers Penelope turned, "I'll see you at the bar my sexy profiler. And Derek," she watched him turn back towards her eyed darken with primal lust, "I expect you to be my wingman tonight."

"Oh don't worry beautiful I will," he assured her, 'be keeping every man's paws off what's mine,' he thought forcing himself to grin.