As always, a big thanks to those of you kind enough to leave a review - I like the feedback! In regards to Addison in this story, she is his partner in the firm, but you may recall from Ch. 3 when I first introduced her, she had a little fling with Derek in college, but things are very different now, as you will discover as the story unfolds. But she is a nice version in this story, for a change!

Now for more hotness, as Derek takes Meredith out for an actual 'date'...enjoy!

Chapter Seven - Indulge Me

"So…you're seeing Derek again?" Izzie asked, peeking into Meredith's bedroom after work on the Friday evening.

"Yes, he's taking me for dinner." Meredith slipped into a black dress with spaghetti straps, the soft fabric fitting her like a glove. She turned in front of the mirror, assessing it's appeal.

"Oh that sounds romantic…" Izzie smirked. "Dinner is always a good sign of that."

"It's not romance – didn't we have this conversation?"

"Meredith…you've been almost exclusive with him since you met him…no,wait, you haven't been out with anyone else…!" Izzie concluded happily. "Don't try to deny it..."

"Iz…" Meredith rolled her eyes.

"Where is he taking you?"

"Erm…the seafood place along the Bay…"

"Oh that one…" Izzie nodded. "Romantic…dark…lots of candles…he's falling for you…"

"Is not…"

"Is too…and you like him…that dress is going to make him crazy..."

"Well, that is part of the fun," Meredith smiled. "Maybe you could call this kinda like a 'date'..."

"Just don't answer your cell phone...you don't want to ditch McDreamy for surgery," Izzie suggested helpfully. "That doesn't go over well, at least according to Cristina."

"McDreamy?" Meredith raised her eyebrows.

"C'mon...he's got to have a nickname...and he's just so dreamy, don't you think it's cute?" Izzie smirked.

"Iz…don't you have something else to do...like go jump Mark, or something?" Meredith glared at her friend, who just giggled. "Oh, there's the doorbell…go…"

"Mer! Izzie protested, as Meredith hustled her along the hallway. "You should introduce me…I'd like to meet him…" Mark emerged from the bathroom then, rubbing a towel over his wet hair, bumping into Izzie as Meredith pushed her out of the way.

"Go…have sex, or something…" Meredith laughed, running down the stairs eagerly.

"Hot date?" Mark asked, amusedly, putting his arms around Izzie.

"You mean me?"

"Who else?" he grinned, easing her into the bedroom, as she laughed softly.

Meredith smiled to herself, as she opened the door. Derek lounged against the door frame, dressed impeccably in a charcoal suit that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, a crisp white shirt, and subdued tie. He exuded an air of relaxed masculine confidence, and he whistled wolfishly at her, his eyes gleaming with appreciation.

"Very nice, Meredith…just as hot as New Year's…" he said, taking her hand and pulling her in for a hot kiss, his tongue invading her mouth.

"Hi Derek," she murmured. "I'm ready to go…"

"Not quite," he said, stepping inside the house and shutting the door.

"What?"

He ran his hand up under the dress. "You won't need these…." He smirked as he hooked his finger in the barely there anyway thong, a tiny whisper of silk confection.

"Derek…"

"Indulge me, Meredith..." he murmured in her ear.

She gave him a look, but obediently slid them down her legs, stepping out of them daintily. He bent down to retrieve them, and slipped them into his jacket pocket. "My souvenir of the evening."

Meredith shivered, feeling exposed without them, tiny as they were. "Are you crazy?"

"Mer, it's just you and me this evening, sitting in a darkened booth, drinking good wine, eating good food. I just like to think of you naked under the dress," he coaxed her, sliding his hand under her dress again, brushing his fingers against her bare skin, which set off a wash of heat. Meredith shuddered at the contact, a throaty moan bubbling out of her as he touched her softly. He kissed her again, starting a thrumming heat inside of her. She clutched at his arm to keep from wobbling at the sensation.

"God, Derek…this is insane…"

He grinned at her, stepping back from her with a little wink. "You liked to play games, as I recall from the afternoon in my office…"

Meredith realized he was right, and she tapped his chest with her fingertip. "Oh, you recall correctly, honey…I'll go along with you on this."

"I knew you would see it that way," he said, taking her arm and walking outside with her. He led her to his car – a different one from the night of their backseat encounter. This was a dark blue Porsche that just screamed money. Obviously he was one of those men that had to have more than one car to be happy, she mused. He opened the door for her, and she hesitated, finally getting in, the short dress riding up higher as she swiveled into the seat. Derek got an eyeful of her taut thighs, before he shut the car door. Hot desire swamped his own thoughts, as he went to get in the driver's side, his cock reminding him suddenly how badly he wanted her. Once inside the car, he leaned over to kiss her again, the seductive aroma of leather and arousal heavy in the small car. She felt the telltale wetness slipping out of her, the butter soft leather seat against her bare legs adding to the decadence of the night.

He pulled away from her finally, both of them breathing hard, lust and passion flaring in their eyes. "This is going to be a good evening…" he breathed, giving her his usual sexy grin. "Just wait and see…"

Halfway through dinner, Meredith was already feeling the effects of the rich red wine she'd consumed. Derek laughed softly, seeing the soft rise and fall of her chest, the curve of her breasts looking delectable in the warm candlelight. "We don't have to rush, we have all evening, you know," he commented, as if he could read her mind that she was ready to take him back home.

"I'm not sure I can last all evening like this," she confessing, drinking more wine. The alcohol ran along her veins, warming her even further. Derek moved around the table, to sit beside her, and leaning in close to her. His hand rested on her thigh, inching up higher, hidden under the table. His lips grazed her temple.

"I want you, too, but I'm willing to wait," he murmured hotly, touching her with the tip of his finger. Meredith nodded, unable to trust her voice at the moment. God what was he doing to her, and could anybody see them? Her eyes were caught on the flickering candle, almost hypnotized by the dancing light. She shivered, as he stroked her lightly, sliding his hand back down her thigh, ending at her knee. She looked over at him, seeing his eyes gleaming with desire. Without warning, he dropped a kiss against her cleavage, stroking a little path with his tongue before he sat up again quickly. Meredith's body shook at the sudden kiss, shocked at the erotic thrill that it gave her.

"Hmm, I guess I should pick up that fork you dropped…"

"What…I didn't drop anything..." She was puzzled, until he dipped below the table, and her eyes widened. Her pulse hammered and her clit throbbed, as he put his mouth on her thigh, and she just about screamed out loud. "Shit, Derek…" Meredith clutched the edge of the table,biting her tongue until he backed away.

"Found it!"

He sat up again, just as the waiter came by to pick their plates up. "Ah, you're all done here?" he inquired carefully.

"I think so…" Derek replied, feeling Meredith's fingers creeping along his thigh, squeezing him lightly. "Just bring the bill…"

"You're sure I can't tempt you with dessert?"

"I think we've got that covered," Derek managed to assure him. As soon as he disappeared, he turned to Meredith. "And you are going to be very sorry for teasing me, my dear…"

"Me?" she protested innocently. "What about you…insisting on me going without underwear…nearly making me come…"

"Just nearly?" Derek smirked. "Then I haven't done my best…."

As soon as they were outside, the valet jumped to bring the car around, and Derek helped her inside, his hand lingering on the damp length of her thigh before he shut the door. Meredith looked over at him, her eyes hazy with anticipation. "Great dinner, Derek…"

"The best is yet to come, honey…" he assured her. As he drove, he flicked his eyes over her from time to time. She leaned against the soft leather seat, her body humming in need, realizing he was taking her back to his place.

"So, you're ready for dessert?" he asked seductively, pulling her close, after he stopped the car. His hand pushed her dress higher, as the desire continued to hum inside of her. Kissing her deeply, letting his tongue wind around hers, adding to the erotic lust that thrummed between them.

"I want you right now, babe…." The straps of her dress fell off her shoulders, as he kissed her harder, feeling her shake. Ripple after ripple of desire went through her core, as Derek's mouth found her breasts. "You looked so damn hot during dinner…" he murmured, "all hot and shaking, with that look you get when you're coming…I could've taken you right there on the table…"

Meredith managed a small laugh, despite the throb in her core. "I might've let you…"

"Mmm, now wouldn't that have been fun…the poor waiter was already giving us strange looks…" His hands pushed the dress a little further down, exposing her breasts completely in the dim light of the car. "But this is kind of erotic here too…"

"But…what if someone catches us…?"

"We'll go in soon, I promise," Derek assured her, running his finger around her nipples, one by one, seeing them pucker in the cool air. "Just come for me now here, Mer…I want to see you come here, shaking and wet, before I take you inside. Can you do that for me?"

The little challenge in his voice made her shake a little more and she closed her eyes. The smooth leather of the car seat caressed her back, and with shaking fingers, she smoothed the dress down further on her body. It slithered down her legs and to the floor, leaving her naked in the moonlight that came through the windows. Her legs fell apart, as Derek watched in fascination. "Perfection…" he muttered, his cock now rock hard.

His hand slid between her legs, fingers searching her damp folds, finding the quivering clit that was already throbbing. Meredith let herself go, shutting everything else out, as she surrendered to the deep, shuddering need that she been holding off all evening. All the tiny ripples, all the quakes, that had teased her, the moans she'd suppressed came bubbling out of her. "Derek..god…oh god…" She bucked and shook, riding one wave after another, her skin damp with sweat, not caring where she was, just needing the release that flooded through her.

"Go crazy, Meredith…" he breathed, unable to resist touching her, letting his other hand slide along her ribcage, cupping her breast. "Don't stop, just let it go…"

"Yes..oh damn…YES!" A final spasm seemed to go from her breasts, to her clit and through every nerve in her body. She fell back against the leather, shaken and blissfully sated, as Derek slowly let her go. Meredith sighed, trying to breathe normally, finally moving over to him, and taking his face in her hands. "Incredible, I never imagined doing anything like this…I feel totally wicked…"

"God, babe, let's go in and you can do wicked things to me before I explode right here…" He shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. It was big enough on her to hang down just to her hips, covering her to some degree, if you didn't count the way it gaped open across her chest. Derek hurried out of the car, opening the door for her, and helping her out. "Nice, very nice…" he told her with a whistle.

Leading her inside, he slammed the door shut, and picked her up, intending to carry her up to bed. Instead she let the jacket slide to the floor, winding herself around him, one leg around his, pulling him to her. "Here…I want to do this here…" They stumbled towards the couch, falling onto the soft cushions.

"Hell yes here..." he replied, lost in the urgent sexual fog that invaded him. He ripped away his tie impatiently, as she undid his shirt. Her hands lingered on the smooth expanse of his chest, tickling his nipples, stroking with her tongue. He stripped the rest of his clothes off, falling over her eagerly. Her hand found his cock. "Oh god…yes…you had the right idea, babe…"

He shifted on his back, and without hesitation, she rose over his cock, and slid down onto him, until he was deep inside of her. Almost forgetting to breathe, at the feel of her surrounding him, sliding wetly around him, Derek thrust up into her hard. Angling his cock to hit her clit, gripping her legs, as she rocked over him. Meredith bent over his chest, her breasts tantalizing him, as she kissed him deeply. "Come for me now, Derek..." she urged him, clenching around him, as he groaned and drove into her one last time, coming in an intense rush.

She kissed his throat, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, and grinding herself over him, demanding just as much as he was. Again and again he pumped into her, until they were both sated and spent, and she was gasping for air.

"If that was dessert…" she mumbled against his chest, as his hand idly stroked her back as they recovered.

"…it was…"

"…then I want more…"