Epilogue

Six weeks later…

"So…" Penelope said softly as she walked into the kitchen. "I was thinking maybe we could watch 'Twilight' tonight?" she suggested hopefully as she tilted her head to the side so she could fully enjoy the view of her boyfriend's backside. He was tightening the hinges on one of her cupboards; apparently his OCD was worse than hers was, and he couldn't stand the uneven angle of the door.

He shook his head. "Not a chance in hell, Baby Girl."

"OK," she said sweetly…too sweetly.

"Penelope…" he said in a warning voice without turning around.

"It's just…I'm…" She sighed. "It's so hot out today…don't you think?" she asked.

"It is," he agreed as he leaned back just enough to close the door. It was perfectly straight, and Derek smiled at his handiwork.

Penelope had obviously decided to drop the subject of that stupid movie, and he was glad. He'd be damned if he was ever going to watch it again in this lifetime.

He lowered himself off the kitchen counter and put the Phillips-head back in the little pink container she called a toolbox. "What are we gonna do for sup—" Derek turned around and promptly lost all ability to form words. "Penelope," he tried to say, his voice strangled.

"So…I think I'm going to watch the movie in this," she said as a sexy grin spread across her face. She lifted her hand to her mouth and ran her index finger leisurely along her plump lower lip.

His eyes travelled the length of her body, and he instantly grew hard. Derek liked to think he was schooled in the area of women's lingerie, but even he had no idea what to call this. Her cherry red bra…if you could call it that…appeared to be a simple shelf for her bare breasts to rest upon. The only fabric the garment consisted of was on the undersides of her breasts, giving them a nice lift while pushing them together. Nestled low in the valley was a shiny silver zipper, begging to be pulled down. He groaned at the thought.

The barely there thongs…barely there thongs…had black garter's attached. And to think, he'd assumed she'd worn plain black tights to work. He gulped. It was probably better that way. She'd made him—quite literally—weak in the knees.

She grinned saucily at him, knowing she'd won. They'd never make it to the movie, of course, but it would be on in the background. "So…what are you going to watch the movie in?" she asked innocently as she twirled a lock of stray hair with her index finger.

Derek stalked around the island separating them. He grasped her by the waist and pulled her against him. The thought of pushing that silk out of the way and sliding inside of her was almost more than he could take. "You," he said, his voice thick with need. "I'm gonna watch the movie in you."